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and least campaign or so we have been playing alternate versions of stories that we
played before. I was kind of inspired by the Suspense Project for today's episode.
You can find more about that Suspense Project dot blogspot dot com and doctor
Joseph Webb. But we referenced a lot when we were doing Casey Crime.
Photographer and others on the project are going through and every day they are posting
an episode of suspense and background information, details about various available versions of a
given story and how they deffer just some great information, really valuable for anyone
who cares about the golden age of radio. And they posted The High Wall.
We did the Lux Radio Theater version of The High Wall. It was
actually a play before it was a movie, and it was adapted from Bradley
Foot's play to an episode of suspense, and doctor Webb speculates this may have
been in an effort to get the play turned into a movie, and of
course that worked out. I thought it would be interesting to hear the Spence
version of The High Wall, so we're going to take a listen to that.
It stars Robert Young, best known for his lead role on Father Knows
Best. Here it is from June sixth of nineteen forty six. No Romo
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would be very pleasant, as Romo Wines bring you. Robert Young in a
remarkable Tale of Suspense. I woke up in bed. Nothing strange about that
except that it was a hospital bed. I couldn't imagine how I got there.
I didn't remember any accident. I didn't feel sick. Why the hospital?
I laid there trying to puzzle it out. Last night was Christmas Eve.
I was stopping at the Beacon Hotel in Boston. I was going to
get up early this morning and go to Fitchburg and find Helen, my wife.
After three years of separation. It would be nice to be with her
again. On Christmas Day, I turned in bed and looked out of the
window. Christmas. Why it was summer. There were trees and grass and
flowers and bloom. I guess I twisted around or something, because the next
thing I knew, a girl was leaning over me, smiling, Hello,
there, feeling better? I guess, so, am I supposed to be
sick? Well? No, not if you feel all right. We were
beginning to get worried about you. You didn't seem to want to wake up.
We who's we? Oh, doctor Dunlap and all of us? Well,
what happened to me? Why am I in a hospital? You've been
very ill? Don't try to think about it, mister Lewis. Just get
well. You're a Amy, aren't you? That's right? Good for you?
Amy? How did I know her name? Why was her face so
familiar to me? I tried to think, and suddenly I remembered I'd been
dreaming about her. In one dream, I was up to my neck in
quicksand and she was trying to save me. She was crying, and her
tears fell on my face, and she kissed me. I would have to
be a dream, wouldn't still. As I looked up into her eyes,
it seemed very real. I could almost feel her lips. I dozed off
thinking of her, and when I woke up, Doctor Dunlap was standing beside
my bed. Well, mister Lewis, Miss Adams tells me your brighton's snappy
this morning. Yeah, any reason why I have to stay in bed?
Oh, none at all. If you feel able, we'll get your clothes
and Miss Adams will take you down to the silarium and you can sit at
the sun. Now, how's that? Miss? Silarium was a big glassed
in Veranda where the patient sat around and took it easy, played cards and
read and talked. It was quite a crowd when we walked in that nobody
seemed to notice us. Amy. Miss Adams introduced me to a girl who
ran the news stand. Her name was Ella. She sold cigarettes, candy
bars, magazines. I sat down over to one side and looked the people
over. Nobody seemed very sick, but they said silly things and laughed a
lot. One man acted like he was catching a ball and throwing it to
second base. Then he'd argue with the umpire were a bad decision and Suddenly
it hit me like a smash in the face. This wasn't a hospital,
was an insane asylum. I jumped up and Amy put her hand on my
arm. Doctor Dunlap appeared out of nowhere and pushed me back into the chairs.
Louis, easy, now, don't get excited. I'm not excited.
I just found out where I am. That's all. Go up to your
room and talk it over. Fuck what over? I'm in the wrong place.
Maybe I'm a little sick, but I've got all my buttons. Get
me out of here. Ster Lewis, Please, you're making it a Stevens.
Go along with doctor. I can manage. Then, please do it.
We'll have a riot here if he doesn't quiet down. Mister Lewis,
you don't want to get me into trouble, doing you. We were getting
along so nicely, and she put it that way. I let them take
me out of there and up to my room, but then I put up
an argument, demanded to see the head man. Amy backed me up too.
She said she was sure I was okay and didn't belong in such a
place. Doctor Dunlap hit the ceiling, had a battle of pip. He
slammed out of the room, and she had a fit of crying. The
net result was that I was taken to the office of Professor Bird, the
man who ran the asylum. He was a strange little guy for a head
cocked at one side, like he was listening to something nobody else could hear.
Oh, mister Lewis, feeling better? Why does everyone ask me that?
Yes? I feel great? Good? Do you remember me? Should
I? Well? Not necessarily? What seems to be the trouble. You
just made a mistake, that's all. Got the wrong fellow. I don't
belong here. Well, that's strange. Jallomippin papers seem to be an order.
I don't care about that. Listen to me, Yeah, mister Lewis,
let's discuss this calmly. We are not in the habit of picking people
off the streets haphazarically. Someone had to sign you in. Who was it?
Your parents? My folks have been dead for years. Your wife,
perhaps she doesn't know I'm back in America, probably thinks I'm dead. Come
on, professor, stop stalling. You've got it all on that paper.
Never mind this paper. Tell me about yourself. Were you in the war.
No, it wouldn't take me blood pressure or something. I went to
Burma for the International Oil Company. Oh, how was it in Burmah?
And pretty rugging? I was there for three years. I'd be there yet
only I fell in front of a bulldozer and got my leg crushed. They
shipped me back to San Diego, thinking they'd have to cut it off.
Fortunately they didn't have to. Humph. Did your wife know you were hot?
It's funny you should ask that. No, she didn't. You see
Yer, we used to go to dances a lot. I see you didn't
fancy yourself with a crutch does anybody? But after you were distart from the
hospital in San Diego, did you communicate with her then? No? I
wanted to surprise her. She thought I was still in Burmah. I took
a train for Boston, arrived on December twenty third at Thursday. Yes,
so I went home looking for Helen. She wasn't there. Somebody else lived
in the house she'd sold. It knocked me a twister. I was born
in that house, my grandfather built it, and it was gone. Where
was your wife, Helen? She was in Fitchburg working in a defense plant.
But I didn't find that out until I ran into an old pal of
mine that night. He almost keeled over when he saw me, because everybody
thought I was dead, you know, not hearing from me for more than
a year. And did you go to Fitchburg see your wife? No?
I I didn't want to see her right then? Why not? Oh?
I was upset, I guess about her selling the house. Besides, I'd
been away more than three years. One day more wouldn't hurt. So I
checked into a hotel, the Beacon House, room three oh five. I
remember, I stretched out on the bed and tried to think things out.
Yes, yes, you were lying on the bed, and m oh I
fell asleep, That's all I see. No use telling him how I laid
there and thinking of Helen and wishing I'd gone on to Fitchburg. How I
kept seeing her face like a great big pain eating on the ceiling. He
think I was nuts if I told him how I could smell that queer perfume
she used, and the feeling I got that she was there in the room
with me. And how long did you sleep, mister Lewis. I don't
know what woke me up. Was it someone knocking on the door. I
got up and opened it and that's all. I remember. Who was it
at the door? I don't know. It's just like like the lights went
out. I don't remember a thing until I woke up here this morning.
I see. Do you know where you are? No, this is a
hospital for the mentally ill. This is the Flowerdale Hospital for the criminal insane?
Criminal insane. I'm not insane, and I'm not I've had a blackout,
that's all. Does that make me a criminal? Oh no, it's
the other way around. The crime caused the blackout? Crime? What crime?
What did I do? I com'ted that. I'll say, you can't.
You got the wrong man, and you're afraid to admit it. I
wish that were true for your sake, mister Lewis. However, I attended
your trial. State called me as an authority on mental diseases. It was
of my suggestion that you were sent here for treatment. How how long do
I have to stay until I'm convinced you are no longer a menace to society?
All right, give me a test. I'll get out of here in
a hurry. I've just given you a test and you failed badly. Why
because I can't remember being in trouble? Well, that could happen to anyone.
No, not in your case, mister Lewis, your mind is drawn
a sudden a curtain across something it doesn't want to remember. The crime you
committed is bettered in your subconscious mind until you can remember everything that happened from
the time you opened that door down to the present moment. I should have
to detain you. When you remember your crime and the reason you committed it,
you can walk out of here a free man. But you're pretty sure
I won't do it, aren't you. Okay, I'm going to fool you.
Doctor dun Lammers, Adams, your witnesses to what he said. Understand,
mister Lewis, I'm interested in reasons. You'll get everything. You're a
man of your word. I'll be on the street tomorrow. Come on,
miss Adams outside in the corridor. I felt so relieved. I threw my
arms around Amy and gave her a big kiss. Then we walked hand in
hand toward the stairway. We met a couple of nurses, and Amy stopped
to talk to them. I walked back to Professor Bird's office and listen at
the door. He and doctor dun Lamp were still talking about I heard them
mention my name. Really, I opened the door real easy so they wouldn't
notice it. Why he's been a walking zombie. He couldn't talk, had
to be fed, bathed, and put to bed like a child. I'm
really very encouraged. It wouldn't surprise me a bit if you recovered. Don't
be absurd done that. Such cases never recover. You'll struggle a few weeks,
try to remember, then check it. Oh, by the way,
I think I ought to know. What did he do? Well? I
understand I don't want it noised around, but you'd better tell his nurse that
he's dangerous, especially when he thinks he smells perfume. Oh yes, yes,
he did mention perfume. For your information alone. The man's a killer,
really, a rattlesnake. He strangled a woman with his hands, and
he'll do it again. He read his history. That's all I heard,
because Amy picked that moment to come and get me. But I'd heard enough
to realize that something was terribly wrong. Me a killer? Why I never
heard anyone in my life. I'd been framed. Somebody had committed a murder
and pinned on me because I'd lost my memory and couldn't defend myself. The
only way to get free was to recall everything that happened, every single thing
from the moment I opened that door. What if I couldn't remember, What
if I never remembered? It meant being kept here, locked up her life
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a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. When I promised Professor
Bird that I'd give him the whole story the next day, I was absolutely
sure I could do it. But I couldn't. I couldn't remember a single
thing that happened during that lost time, absolutely blank. I was. I
racked my brain for a clue, lay awake nights, torturing myself until I
nearly had a nervous breakdown. Then after about three months, I gave up,
just like Professor Bird said I would chucked it. When I did,
a great feeling of relief came over. It was like a heavy weight had
been lifted off my chest. Amy noticed the change in me, and I
told her the reason one night, very late, when she came in.
She didn't like it a bit. Bob, No, you d give up.
Don't stop trying. Maybe there must be some easier way to get out
of this place. Escape. You mean you can't do it, Bob.
There's a high wall. Well, there is another way, a sure way.
I can go out feet first, feet bob, Bob, you wouldn't
do that. I'm not going to spend the rest of my natural life in
this insane asylum. If there's no other way to escape, I'll go out,
like I said, in a box. Suddenly she was crying like a
kid. Helen used to cry like that. It never struck me before,
but Amy was a lot like Helen. As I watched her, it almost
seemed like she was Helen. I guess I got a little mixed up because
I put my arm around and lifted her face up to mine. For a
second I seemed to be holding Helen. Then I got things straightened out in
my mind. I stepped back. Sorry, Amy. I guess I got
a little out of line. That's all right, Bob. I wouldn't want
you to think I was, well, you know, no, why not?
M Wow, you're you're going to be missus doctor Dunlap. No,
that's off, Bob. There's somebody else. Oh who is it? She
didn't answer, didn't have to. I knew she stood there looking like she
expected me to do something about it, but I didn't. Then she beckoned
to me and made a hush sign, and I followed her out of the
room. The ward was quiet, everyone was asleep. We tiptoed into the
silarium and shut the door. I suppose you know this is liable to cost
me my job. Look at that moon, Bob. You you wouldn't really
do anything to yourself, would you? Why not? I'm not doing myself
or anyone else much good locked up in this place, Bob, Dying isn't
the answer, Yes it is. Amy. Dying is the answer to everything.
Oh, Bob, don't talk like that, you know? And Burma.
Once in the jungle, I saw a snake right close to me,
a king cobra. It was. I stood perfectly still, hoping it hadn't
seen me. I didn't breathe. Then finally I couldn't stand it anymore.
I made a quick jump, but he got me right through the leg here.
It was a swell chance to die, but I didn't want to.
I crawled through the jungle to a first aide station and I managed to pull
through. For what I'd have been better off to die right there. Oh
no, no, I kept on talking like that, hardly knowing what I
was saying, because I had a queer feeling that I was telling it to
Helen and letting her know what I'd gone through for her. Helen always wanted
security, and I went out there to get it for those oil companies paid
big money. Bob, if you could only remember who it was when you
opened that door. Yeah, what's that perfume you're wearing? What perfume?
You know? We aren't allowed to use perfume? Funny, I could swear
lean closer, of course you are. It's that same stuff that go on.
Why don't you Why kiss me? I want you to, Sily to
interrupt, but we do have rules here, hold of doctor dun laughed.
The light isn't necessary. Go to your room, mister Lewis. That's all
right, But don't throw the hooks into Amy. It wasn't her fault.
Never mind, Bob, I can defend myself. Go along. I knew
she could handle him, so I went up to my room. Besides,
I had something on my mind. While I was holding Amy in my arms,
I had a vision, I guess you'd call it. I saw Helen.
She was lying on the bed. The doctor was bending over her.
The room was crowded with people. Everyone was tense, frightened. Then the
doctor straightened up and said, she's dead. Helen, my wife was dead.
I remembered it now distinctly, but that was all. I couldn't remember
how or why it happened. It was just like a photograph. Nothing led
up to it, and what happened after was perfectly blank. But the fact
that Helen was dead didn't seem like a surprise. Exactly. After a while,
I heard doctor Dunlap come up and locked me in. He hesitated outside
the door, like he wanted to come in and bawl me out. Then
he went away. The next thing, Amy was shaking me, trying to
wake me up. Bob, Bob, what's the matter. We're sunk,
Bob. He was furious. I'm discharged and you're going to be put in
another ward by the louse. He can't get away with. I know how
you can escape? Well, oh, Ella quit her job. She's leaving
in the morning. Her car will be parked in the driveway outside the silarium.
All you have to do is get in the car, lie down on
the floor and pull a rug over you, Amy, that's screwy. How
would I get outside? The silarium door is always locked, that's it.
Ella's going to unlock it before she turns in her keys. Yeah, but
i'd be seen. Oh no, they'll all be in church. It's Sunday,
Bob. The minute they start to sing, open the door and slip
out. Bob, it's the chance of a lifetime. Ella leaving makes it
easy. She'll drive right through the front gate and they won't even stop her.
Oh, Bob, say, you'll do it. I can't go away
and leave you here. Well, what did I have to lose? Besides
she started to cry and carry on, So I said, all right.
The funny part of it was it did work. I'll bet we were fifty
miles from the asylum before they knew I was missing. Ella picked up Amy
at the edge of town and hit for the open road. We kept going.
The girl's got me a hot dog at a roadside stand. We kept
time. We began to wonder where we'd spend the night. I didn't know
where I was, but Ella said she knew of a little motel, one
of those places where they don't ask any questions. It was late before we
found the place. We took two bungalows, the girls and one me and
the other. I got them settled for the night and then started to leave.
Amy followed me outside. Yes, it's dark. Where are you here?
You forgot something? Bob? Oho? You're sweet? Are you trembling
like a leaf? Scared? It could be there? We've been very lucky
all day. Yes, but I think we'd better split up tomorrow. Oh
no, don't you see they're only looking for me. They don't connect me
with you girls. But doctor Dunlap's no fool. He's probably figured it out.
But this time, if we traveled together, we're sure to be corn.
No. No, if we separate, I'll never find you again.
Bob, don't you want me? Amy? Don't talk like that. If
you're still thinking of Helen, I'm not. She's dead. Oh you know
sure, But who told you? Doctor Dunlap Funny never mentioned it to me?
What else did he tell you? Oh, Bob, she isn't here
anymore, and we are. I pulled away from her and walked across to
my bungalow. I guess you thought I was sore. I wasn't. It
was just that I knew I couldn't make her understand. It was something I
couldn't explain to anyone. Helen wasn't gone. She'd never be gone, not
to me. I opened the door and went in. Bungalow is a crummy
little place. Reminded me of that hole I lived in in Burma. I
was groggy from driving all day. Amy had started me thinking of Helen.
I lay there on the bed, remembering things the night I met Helen,
the first time we danced at it, our wedding, our honeymoon, and
Jack Pomeroy's cottage in the Berkshires. I didn't know Jack very well then,
but she did. Those were happy days. What you don't know doesn't hurt
you. I was happy afterwards. Two Each time I forgave her we'd go
on another honeymoon. She called it starting over from scratch. But I never
should have gone away. That's what did it. She couldn't take it.
Well, I'll go up to Fitchburg tomorrow and we'll patch things up. Someone's
knocking at the door. That's funny. Nobody knows I'm back in town.
Hello, let me in. Who is it I want to talk to you?
Well, I'll be who told you I was here? What come in,
Bob? Listen? I was talking it over with Ella and she thinks
you're right. I met Sam Bradley today. He must have phoned you,
Bob, your half asleep, or maybe phoned Jack Pomeroy in the world,
that's the answer. You and Jack want to beat me to the punch.
Oh no, no, why didn't Jack come with you? Didn't he have
the guts? Easy now, Bob, let's sit down and talk. Get
away from me very well, I'll have to call doctor Dunna away from that
phone. Sit down, better, sit down, m Merry Christmas Helen.
So that's it all right, I'm sitting Who did you say you'd call doctor
Dunlap Is that a new one or doctor Hoffmann. He'll give you a nice
cold bath. That's supposed to be funny. What do you want here?
Anyway? You've been sick. I thought you might need me, need you.
I never needed you. I know it all right, all right,
then maybe I need you. And that's a lie because I happen to know
what the score is. Sam Bradley told me, what about my home?
Somebody else is living in it? What a rotten deal. I'm fighting snakes
and mud and slime, sweating it out in swill piles, and wondering if
I'll ever see daylight again. And you're here in Boston, having the time
of your life on my money. You didn't want me to come back,
but me like a fool, I used to drop off to sleep thinking of
you and then pick you up my dream. I could hear you laugh.
See you're dancing. Smell the perfume in your hair. I talked to you
and you answered me. We planned things we do when I got back,
and all the time you were hoping I'd never come back. Bob, do
you don't cry? Don't cry. Come on, let's go talk to Ella.
I'm only trying to help you, help me up. I promised Bradley
I'd kill you when I found you. I've got to go through with it,
Bob. I love you, Oh not frighten her. You won't hurt
me, Bob. I love you. Last time you begged for mercy,
Bob, Bob, I'm Amy. This is Amy. I'm Amy. Don't
do it, Bob. I was pressing my fingers into her throat. She
died game this time, didn't kick or make much of a struggle like she
did before. It was almost like she wanted me to do it, and
yet as long as she lasted it, she seemed to be begging me with
her eyes not to do it. It didn't take long. Then she went
limp and I let her fall to the floor. When I let go over
I I kind of lost track of things. Now they're black eye. I
woke up about a week ago. It's taken me this long to get things
straightened on. It's winter now. My nurse tells me. I think she's
lying, but I can't prove it. You see, there's no window in
my room. The walls are padded and the furnitures nailed to the floor.
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This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System Welcome Back Well. A very engaging
play, a strong performance from Robert Young and Young in many ways, he's
remembered mostly for Father Knows Best and for playing these sort of light, really
con characters like Marcus Welby. However, he could play a villain or someone
who was unbalanced, and there could be something really unsettling about those type of
performances. But it does speak to the type of performer and the type of
talent he was that he could pull those things off, and I think certainly
he does it here, as I think for most of the episode there is
a lot of uncertainty is he really insane or did something else happen? But
up until the end, it's of course a very different story than the Lucks
Righty, a theater or movie version, which had a different ending to it.
I think it was an interesting lesson and we can be a little bit
looser with some of these listener support specials. Now it's time to thank our
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But join us back here tomorrow for Sam Spade, where I guess now what
is this interesting job? First, let me say I don't know much about
your personally, but you come well recommended. I've tried. Second, this
is a confidential matter and I wanted to remain that way. Of course,
I'm going to trust you as I would one of my own staff members.
The police have to find out about it until it's all over, and if
any other newspaper gets it, you might as well leave town. Woody,
old boy, the man doesn't live. Who can say I ever double cross
him for money or love or anything else. I had to say it so
we'd understand each other. I think I look at this news photo. Yes,
one of our boys snapped it. What do you see a street intersection?
Old final, I'd say two automobiles hit head on an ambulance. A
couple of people will injure the sordid crowd. We took that picture three days
ago, Tuesday night, routine accident picture. But this morning, when we
were filing it, I looked at it again and I noticed something stoptling.
Look at it. It's a shop in the dock. But I smell a
story. Well maybe I have a cold, but whatever it is escapes.
On the right side of the pictures an apartment house now cut up six floors,
and look at the fourth window. Ah, cross the left scares.
Use this magnifying glass. Oh what do you know? Somebody just fired off
a gun. That's it. Or you can see as a hand then the
smoking gun. You can't even tell whether the hands mail a female. But
somebody shot at something, probably a person, just a second before that picture
was taken. Do you want me to find out why this calls for a
detective not a reporter. There hasn't been a single homicide, suicider, gunshot
wound reported in the city since that happened. Oh, I want to sorry,
get it, okay, Chief, get ready to rip our page one.
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