Speaker 1: The CBS Radio Mystery Theater Presents. Come in, Welcome, I
meet g Marshall. Have you ever dreamed of flying?
Speaker 2: Of course you have.
Speaker 1: Everyone has. It's as natural as thirst or hunger, except
except when it is not you who is doing the
flying by yourself, but are being carried by. But that's
our story. Another gripping twist on a subject which refuses
to die, the vampire. I have come here, but I
don't know why. I love you, and I want you
to love me. How can I You are a specter,
you have no body, no.
Speaker 3: Being car yourself to me.
Speaker 1: I was no sooner in her arms than I felt
myself lifted off the ground, carried by her, mounting, mounting,
mounting far.
Speaker 2: Above the ground, with her lips pressed to.
Speaker 4: Mine, kissed as I had never been kissed before.
Speaker 1: Our mystery drama Nightmare's Nest was written especially for the
Mystery Theater by Ian Mary and stars Gordon Gould. It
is sponsored in part by Buick Motor Division and by
the Florida Orange Growers. I'll be back shortly with that one.
The following fable is presented to make you want to
buy a Buick. I've never been very good at making decisions. Fortunately,
when I was little, I had some help. And he's
a boy, and we'll check the blue blanket, the blue
rattle and the blue baby buggy with the rubber bumpage.
As I grew older, however, I was increasingly on my
own show, on my snusy on my geez.
Speaker 4: That's a tough.
Speaker 1: Today, decisions still aren't my big strength. May I have
your signature, mister Seymour, Si sha use a pencil of
pana crayon. And well, thanks to Buick, I now have
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the V six is, spunky at efficient and all, and
knowing that Buick is famous for V six engines, when
I trotted right down to a Buick dealer, then I
find out that they offer it in three cars, the Skyhawk,
the Combat Skylock and the.
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Come and see me. Des sounds so much?
Speaker 5: Are you ready to take the pledge of the one
pluss long distance caller who likes to save money and
out of state calls?
Speaker 2: Yeah? But could I sing it? It's sing it, you see,
I'm a performer. Let's see how it sounds.
Speaker 5: Okay, from eleven PM till eight am bedtime to breakfast,
I saved sixty percent.
Speaker 1: I saved sixty percent to bedtime to breakfast from eleven
PM late in the morning. Yeah close, Hey man, let's
do an album, But sir, we already have it.
Speaker 2: Listen.
Speaker 1: Try at a distance, stay stay Southwestern Bell. Most of us,
I imagine, accept the concept that certain things have been
left out of our general makeup. We don't hit a
baseball like Henry Aaron or a tennis ball like Jimmy Connors.
We cannot play the piano or paint or developed the
business of human to become a millionaire. But most of
us certainly expect that we will have equal emotions. How
many of us could even imagine not being able to
love someone, to be a person in whose personality that
emotion had just been completely left out. This is the
story of such a man, John Findlay Masters. I've never
really felt incomplete, That is, I never had till but
that would be getting ahead of myself. What I mean
is that I I've never been unhappy, although I suppose
I've not been very happy either, not content enough with
my life, my dreams, my achievements, and my few avocations.
As father Dan McGovern might to say of me, ah,
you're the ultimate pragmatist, John, My boy, that's what keeps
me coming by I'll convert you. Yet what keeps you
coming by the sad delusion that some day, some way
you beat me at our weekly game of chess. Can
I get you something to drink? Oh?
Speaker 2: No, that would be nice.
Speaker 1: A little cherry would warm my heart if you'll join me,
by all means I wish I thought it could warm you. Dan,
You'll never let go with you. Why do I worry
you so? Because it's not natural to begin with. I mean, here,
you are a man just turned thirty and you live
like a hermit. You should be married with children, not
my di At least you should have a woman who
I mean someone to cherish and father and you a
man of the cloth. Are you advocating extra marital affairs?
Of course not. I'm less concerned with sex than with love,
which only goes to prove what friendly antagonist we are.
I am just the other way, one of the advantages
of living in today's world. So let me put your
mind to rest about that and drink your sherry. So
how it doesn't taste as good as I anticipated. That's
the first class sherry. It isn't the wine that sours
on me.
Speaker 2: It's you.
Speaker 1: Why let it bother you?
Speaker 2: Because I.
Speaker 1: Because I feel I stand in local parentice to you.
Your father rests whul was a longtime friend. You puzzled
and worry about me, Dan, you find me hard to understand.
It shouldn't be too difficult. My father who gloated over
my mental capacities, my grecosity and mathematics, particularly the academic
honors I won that fed his because I was his son.
The endless hours. He chained me to a chessboard, teaching
me the game till I became the master. Pride in me,
cold satisfaction, but never love. And on the other hand,
there was my mother. You can't say you didn't get
it from her. That was just the trouble too much
like a dog that looks wildly at his master's face.
All the girls who hung around after the football game
or when we won the basketball championship, wait out by
the Holy Father.
Speaker 2: There's some hope for you.
Speaker 1: Yet there is emotion when sure I thought your soul
was dead and buried. Don't be ridiculous, father, I am
a man of no emotions because I don't need them
or believe in them, except as a destructive force. My
motivations are scientific, in the realm of pure mathematics, sheerly practical.
Come on, you finish your jerry, Let's get to the game.
Oh no, no, no, a moment longer. No, I don't
feel much like chess tonight. Well you better. Why is
that it may be your last chance. I'm giving up
my apartment. I'm going away, away where I found a
perfect house, isolated, remote, locked away from the world. Oh sure,
the last place.
Speaker 2: For you to go.
Speaker 1: I need to be utterly alone. I'm coming near the
verge of a breakthrough in pure mathematical theory that could
upend the world. My dear God, would you listen to
the man? Hasn't the word been up ended enough already? John, John,
I have a terrible premonition. Is the worst thing you
could possibly have done. And so I came to live
at Mayor's Nest, named for the man Mayor who built it.
It should have been called Nightmare's Nest, but I had
no idea of that. Of course, that first afternoon, as
missus Denton took me on a tour of my new home.
Speaker 4: I'm sorry, mister Masters for the condition of the third floor.
Most of the rooms here are small, old fashioned servants
rumors with little light, and the others are storage who
filled with old lumber lata leftover trash that mister Mayor
has instructed me to throw away, family papers, old clothes
and the like.
Speaker 1: What's that door at the end of the hall, Why.
Speaker 3: That's miss Stella's old playroom.
Speaker 1: Is it large?
Speaker 3: Oh?
Speaker 4: Yes, we'll as have a look at it. It's I mean,
nothing's been done here. After she died, her things were
all taken away too.
Speaker 1: It looks perfect for me, that big gable window overlooks
the garden.
Speaker 3: Yes, yes it does.
Speaker 1: Is it fully wired here?
Speaker 3: Oh?
Speaker 4: Yes, it's heated electrically. Mister Mayor had two twenty vote
current brought up.
Speaker 2: Well, then it's perfect.
Speaker 1: I may want to put in a computer. Quite a
view too. I didn't get a chance to really look
at the gardens. It's beginning to get a little dark.
What's that sort of walled in area beyond the trees there?
Speaker 3: That's that's the maze or what Mister Mayor was a
very rich man.
Speaker 4: He had, he had strange fancies. He was visiting in
London at Hampton Court.
Speaker 3: Is he for a hundred the eighth clive?
Speaker 1: That's right?
Speaker 3: Well, there's a thing called the maze there.
Speaker 1: You know a place, you know, a labyrinth of few hedges,
full of dead ends till you find just the right
path of the center.
Speaker 3: That's right.
Speaker 4: Well, anyway, mister Mayor built one just like it for
miss Stella, for her and her friends to play in.
Speaker 1: Was the idea fascinating. I'd like to go down and
have a look at it.
Speaker 3: Oh, it's getting a bit dark, sir.
Speaker 4: And besides, after when the wall was built around the maze,
the gate was padlocked, and I don't know where the
key has gotten to.
Speaker 1: Well, never mind, I can see it tomorrow. Let's go
on to the second floor and beside on a bedroom
sweet for me, and then we can start thinking about dinner.
Speaker 4: I very will sir, Oh, mister masters, Yes, I.
Speaker 3: I just hope you will be very happy here.
Speaker 1: I don't even ask that much. Contempt and undisturbed will
suit me fine.
Speaker 4: Good morning, mister masters. You'll be ready for your breakfast.
Speaker 1: Just juice and coffee. Mister Denton, I don't eat in
the morning.
Speaker 4: Oh, we have some lovely fresh eggs from the farm
down there.
Speaker 1: Thank you. You will find that I'm a creature of habit,
too late to change anything in my life.
Speaker 4: Oh well, I heard you moving about, So I have
the orange juice right here, and the coffee nice and warm.
Speaker 3: Or would you prefer some mother fruiture?
Speaker 1: No, this is fine. But speaking of hearing things.
Speaker 3: Though, but you heard something in the night.
Speaker 1: No, I slept like a top. Now I was talking
about the hall. There's an echo there.
Speaker 4: Oh well it's the tiles, sir. See there used to
be a big round rug there, but mister Mayor liked
the tiles much he had taken up.
Speaker 1: Well, let's get it put down again. The place is
as cold as a grave and sounds like walking through
a crypt. It's a pleasant day, getting very chilly, nice, dry, chill,
invigorating day, and I need a good deal of air
after last night.
Speaker 3: Pardens there, you said you slept well.
Speaker 1: I did, but heavily. I couldn't get any of the
windows open in my room.
Speaker 4: Oh well, that's because the screens aren't in the well.
Speaker 1: Still, if I hadn't gone to bed so late, I
would have looked for you to ask you why on
earth they are nailed shut.
Speaker 3: Oh it's just a precaution, sir.
Speaker 4: The trees grow so near the house that quite a
bit of wildlife gets into the house unless the.
Speaker 3: Screens are up.
Speaker 1: Well, then let's get them up. Is there some sort
of handyman or yes, yeah, I'm fascinated by the maze.
Did you dig up the key for it? Oh?
Speaker 4: No, no, not yet.
Speaker 1: Wow, there's no great rush. You must tell me more
about it at dinner or tomorrow, because today I must
get back to the house and get to work. But
I would like to get some windows open.
Speaker 4: It's cold this time of year, and the screens need
painting now.
Speaker 1: If you could just wait a while, not too long.
The house is as musty as a tomb. Let's get
it opened up a little.
Speaker 4: What is it you left the front door, Ajar or.
Speaker 1: Missus Denton, don't worry. I realize there's an oil crisis.
Put a little extra strain on a supply.
Speaker 3: Couldn't that, mister masters.
Speaker 4: We shouldn't ever leave anything open. There are things that
can enter things.
Speaker 1: You mean, mosquitoes, flies, insects.
Speaker 3: And there are other.
Speaker 1: Things woodcocks, opossums, raccoons. We're that far out in the woods.
Speaker 4: We're all alone here.
Speaker 1: Like well, as long as it isn't bears or anything
we can't handle.
Speaker 3: What is it?
Speaker 1: I don't know, funny dead smell. Oh, we must get
this house open and let the air in and and
and what I thought it was oppression at first, but
strange reaction. It's depression. Doesn't make sense on a day
when it's so clear and the cloud cover is so high.
I never felt like this in my life before.
Speaker 4: Ah well, heavy.
Speaker 1: Listless, No, what's the word?
Speaker 6: I know?
Speaker 1: Something I've never totally felt in my life, even at
my parents' funerals, s sad, just unbearably inescapably said to
help us.
Speaker 3: I knew as soon as I saw the door opened,
and the moment.
Speaker 4: We got inside, she's back again. You will let her
back in.
Speaker 1: The ultimate pragmatist, suddenly in the grip of an unbearable emotion,
and for no practical reason, certainly no natural one. So
by the evidence it must be supernatural. Who is the
she who disturbs the peace of this haunting, strange house.
I'll be back as shortly as I can with that.
Speaker 7: Too, come America and will be dressed the natural way.
Speaker 8: I need a bryant for some here, jem pure orange
juice from Florida. Pour some over eyes for a delicious,
warm way to treat the whole fam will naturally pure
and naturally refreshing.
Speaker 3: From the Florida orange grower.
Speaker 2: Where do you keep your guns?
Speaker 1: On? A drawer, closet and a rack on the wall.
Every day across the country, crimes are committed with stolen guns.
Stolen because simple security precautions were not taken by someone.
When possible, lock your guns in place, run as steal,
strap or chain through the trigger guards of rifles and handguns.
Speaker 2: And if your.
Speaker 1: Guns are stolen, notify the police immediately. This is Chuck
Conners for the view of alcohol, tobacco and firearms. Remember
your stolen gun threatens everyone.
Speaker 5: Are you ready to take the pledge of the one
plus long distance caller who likes to save money on
out of state calls?
Speaker 3: Yeah, I am.
Speaker 5: I promise to remember when rates get lower.
Speaker 4: I promise to remember when rates get lower on weekdays
from five pm, just before supper time until seven pm,
just before bedtime.
Speaker 2: I say thirty five percent from.
Speaker 4: Five pm just before five pm, natterally.
Speaker 2: Miss the place you can go.
Speaker 5: Right afterword, miss miss Well travel a distancedayn southwestern bell.
Speaker 1: In the dark and gloomy hole, the huge ornate staircase
curving up behind his head like a giant question mark.
John Masters, shaking off the depression that shrouds him, turns
to the frightened, cringing little woman. Missus Denton leans against
the heavy front door, whether for support or as if
to bar its opening at the insistence of some outside force,
it's hard to tell. Before he can speak, he has
to take a deep breath to lift a crushing weight
of nameless sorrow from his chest. What she whom have
I let back in?
Speaker 4: I suppose you had to know sooner or later. I'll
try to make it as short as possible.
Speaker 1: And not in this echoing vault. Let's get away from
sound and half darkness. Here the dining room will do,
I said, down, Missus Denton. You look as though he
had seen a ghost.
Speaker 3: Thank you, sir.
Speaker 4: Oh, not seen, but I know she's here.
Speaker 1: Who's here, Oh, the poor.
Speaker 4: Lost little soul Stella, Missus Mayor that was.
Speaker 1: Tell me what this is all about?
Speaker 4: What goes back over ten years? And she was such
a lovely little thing, Stella, just seventeen and bright and
gay and cheapers little bird, always laughing, full of fun.
Until ram Yatano came to work for us. There were
horses here then for riding, and he took care of him,
and he drove mister Mayre in his car to and
from the station. Oh he was a handsome young man
with black hair and white teeth and a dark gypsy skin.
Speaker 3: And it didn't take.
Speaker 4: Stella very long to fall head over heels in love
with him, and they would sneak away and meet in
the middle of the maze. There's a little sort of
Grecian temple. There there used to be a gazebo, and
I was so worried I hid myself away behind me
there one night.
Speaker 1: Moushkadraca a bardinas shar lukan hasana.
Speaker 4: What does that work?
Speaker 1: What expect from a gypsy? That's romany?
Speaker 3: What does it mean?
Speaker 1: My heart and all my pulsing soul is yours?
Speaker 2: Is yours? My only love? Oh?
Speaker 3: How beautiful?
Speaker 1: Yeah?
Speaker 2: If you go over that, ah, Stella, baby? What difference
is it? How I say it?
Speaker 1: I'm crazy about ya, and you know I love you.
Speaker 2: You know I buy it?
Speaker 1: But will your old man I, I don't know.
Speaker 2: Have you talked to him about us yet?
Speaker 6: No?
Speaker 1: What's the matter, Crady? He'll think I'm not good enough
for his little chick.
Speaker 3: I'll I'll handle that. I don't think so.
Speaker 2: All right, Steller, you can go.
Speaker 1: I heard enough on my way into the maze to
know where we stand. I'll handle this from now on.
Speaker 4: I crouched in my hiding place, I blame myself bitterly
for not having been at the house so that I
could have stopped this meeting. I could see here how.
Speaker 3: Hurt my little Stella was.
Speaker 4: Then I wanted to come out and help her.
Speaker 1: I knew how wrong.
Speaker 4: This man was for her, but I also knew Stella.
I knew how deeply she could be hurt, how easily broken.
So I, folks, helpless, doesn't matter what you do or say. Daddy,
I love him, and if he wants me, I'll.
Speaker 3: Have him anyway he wants me.
Speaker 1: Sorry, it had to be like this, sir, I am
sorry it had to be at all. How long it
has been going on?
Speaker 2: Oh for some time, mister Mayor.
Speaker 1: If you have him any way, I may not be
ivy league, but so far I'm a gentleman.
Speaker 2: No sweat there.
Speaker 1: You had better not so help me. God, I'll drag
you in for statutory rate. I wouldn't advise it, mister Mayor.
You wouldn't have a case. But nudge me far enough.
I'm not you all right, straight out and keep on going.
Speaker 3: You're fired.
Speaker 2: You're making a mistake, mister Mayor.
Speaker 1: My mistake wasn't hiring you, but letting you get near
my daughter. From here on in, I'll make sure you
don't have another chance. You know, I could tie you
into a pretzel, old riot, and I'll put you in jail.
Were you really belong On second thought, maybe I'll just
lay a nice, fat gipsy curse on you. That's what
you really object to, isn't it my race. I'll give
a damn about your race, or your color, or up
to a certain point, your creed, simply that I can recognize,
on all good hands out bummed just as well as
you can. I came up from nothing myself, only I
made my own way. I didn't climb over other people's
backs to get there.
Speaker 2: I'll get out of stealth.
Speaker 4: I waited a long time before I left the knaze,
and by that time they'd gone to the station, and
I was left to comfort and try to calm down
a frantic little girl who was mad with grief.
Speaker 3: Oh I should have slept in her room that night.
Speaker 4: Her bedroom was the same as you have now, mister masters.
But I was fool enough not to the rest of
the story I had to piece together from fragments spoken
in fever by Stella during her long last puzzling illness.
Late that night, Rom came back climbed the big tree
outside your window. If you look, there's a branch cut
off now that used to stretch near enough to reach
the silk.
Speaker 1: Rum. Shall in here give me your.
Speaker 2: Hand, grab over to the window frame. Okay, don't go
just for a moment and keep out of my way.
I'm gonna jump. No, I'll close the window quickly.
Speaker 4: Are you all right, darling?
Speaker 3: Did you come back to take me away?
Speaker 2: Yes? But all in good time? Everyone asleep?
Speaker 4: Oh I think Shall I get dread chet.
Speaker 2: I'll look the safe downstairs. Your father still keep on
doing it?
Speaker 3: Well, yes, well.
Speaker 4: There's nearly ten thousand there.
Speaker 3: I put away some for him this morning.
Speaker 1: Why you know the combination, of course. But look, darling,
let me hold you in my arms and listen to me.
If i'd gone away, if I hadn't jumped off that
train when it's slowed down for travers crossing, I'd be
gone out of your life. You know that? Why? Why
because it's written in the stars, or if you don't
like my gypsy second sight?
Speaker 2: Because by the time.
Speaker 1: I ever made enough money to be able to afford you,
old money bags mayor would have talked to you into
marrying someone else.
Speaker 4: No, I never never would have.
Speaker 1: Well, this way, we're taking no chances. You're going down
now to sneak open that's safe for me, and give
me that dough you need to steal it. Honey, when
we're married, how much bred you think your old man
is going to sling around like confetti. This is a
drop in a bucket.
Speaker 2: But it's enough for you and me to get started.
Speaker 4: All right. But then I'm going with you.
Speaker 1: You can't, maybe not for another couple of months. If
you're eighteen and your own woman, I'm gonna cut out
with this steak, get myself set, send you my address,
and as soon as you're eighteen.
Speaker 2: You come and run into me and we get married.
Speaker 1: Once that happens, you know he won't touch us. Honey,
It's the only way we can make it.
Speaker 4: I don't know what I.
Speaker 2: Thought you loved me?
Speaker 4: I do?
Speaker 3: I do?
Speaker 6: Okay, then prove it.
Speaker 1: Yeah it's open, okay, honey, Now get on upstairs. You
know nothing about this. Leave the rest of me.
Speaker 2: What will leave you for a little while? Trust me.
Speaker 4: I put my life in your hands.
Speaker 1: Who's there? Oh?
Speaker 3: I had to light you kidding?
Speaker 2: Look on round?
Speaker 1: God?
Speaker 3: What you go?
Speaker 1: You killed me?
Speaker 4: You?
Speaker 2: I thought i'd seen the last of you. Looks like
that's what you bought?
Speaker 3: Hey? Who you killed him?
Speaker 1: I was only protecting my house. I didn't know who he.
Speaker 9: Was remember you killed me, drock Bolby nice turning dements
started him empire. What at all, gipsy.
Speaker 1: I will not die to yall. I replace my soul
at one of you.
Speaker 2: Be facrum. Still fight girl.
Speaker 1: And this all happened ten years ago.
Speaker 3: It would have been ten years nearly.
Speaker 4: Two months ago.
Speaker 3: Stella by that time.
Speaker 4: Was under psychiatric care.
Speaker 3: She'd all the poor child. She just went to pieces.
Speaker 1: Do you think her father knew that he was shooting her? Well,
that he knew the man was I don't know.
Speaker 4: I know that miss Stella thought he did. She never
spoke to her father again. Oh this house was a
terrible place to live in. We were all smothering under
a terrible a blanket of brief and shock.
Speaker 3: Sometimes it was it was hard to.
Speaker 1: Breathe that feeling. We at least I had just now.
Speaker 4: And she lay upstairs and the bed you slept in
last night, and just wasted away.
Speaker 1: No, missus Denton, that's silly. In this modern age, with
all our medical no how nobody just waste away. Life
can be maintained by mechanical means almost indefinitely, particularly a
young life.
Speaker 3: They couldn't keep her alive.
Speaker 4: They said it was anemia, pernicious anemia. They kept giving
her transfusion after transfusion, but the doctors were helpless. The
blood just seemed to to break down and disappear. She
was buried in the little temple in the center of
the maize.
Speaker 1: And that's where she lies.
Speaker 6: Now.
Speaker 1: No, you mean she was reburied somewhere else. Her body
was moved.
Speaker 4: Her body was moved, but not by any earthly means.
It just disappeared.
Speaker 1: I don't understand you.
Speaker 3: Oh Lord, forgive me.
Speaker 4: I don't unders stand myself. I can only tell you this.
After Stella's death, mister Mayor was a completely broken man.
He couldn't stand this house, complaining all the time of
the same, the same smothering pall of sadness you felt
to day. But he wouldn't sell the house.
Speaker 3: Not while his daughter rested here.
Speaker 4: So I was kept on his housekeeper, and every day
I took fresh flowers to place by.
Speaker 1: The coffin by his instructions.
Speaker 4: Yes, there was no wall about the maze then, but
you can imagine, because I I had loved her, so
what a sad build from me to that was?
Speaker 3: Every day? She might have been the.
Speaker 4: Daughter I never had, So I would kneel there and pray.
But after I'd learned to find my way blindfold of
the center, I seldom.
Speaker 3: Thought of looking at the coffin itself.
Speaker 4: Until one day I did.
Speaker 1: And Missus Denton, are you all right?
Speaker 4: I'm as right as I shall ever be again?
Speaker 1: Are you up to finishing your story?
Speaker 4: I'd rather show you as well as I can. You
wanted to see the maize, Well, now's.
Speaker 3: The time to see it.
Speaker 1: You've found the key.
Speaker 3: I've always had it, I never.
Speaker 4: Let it out of my sight. Shall we go?
Speaker 1: I followed her to the maize. The lock, rusty and old,
but apparently well oiled, opened easily, and we threaded our
way to the little Grecian temple at the center, Missus Denton.
Leading inside the temple was a dais, and on it
lay a carved frescold bronze catafalque. She brought me to it.
Speaker 3: The lid is very heavy.
Speaker 4: It takes a strong man to open it. One day
after she died, I came here with my flowers. The
lid he was standing open. I was appalled, and I
stepped forward to look in. Open it yourself, mister Mastus,
and you will see what I saw.
Speaker 1: Curiouser and curiouser, cried Alice as she wound her way
through wonderland. But this is a darker and more disturbing
world than Lewis Carroll ever dreamt of. Even at high noon,
as John Masters and Missus Denton look upon the coffin
of a long dead girl, the forces of darkness swirl
and cloud about them. I shall be back shortly with
that three. Here's a tip from your Better Business Bureau
on the metric system. Have you noticed the metric measurements
on packaged foods at your supermarket lately? Soon the metric
system of measurement will be commonplace all around the country,
and you should be ready for it. Carefully at the
metric measurements on the foods you buy. They may seem
bewildering at first, but they make a lot more sense
than the system of measurement we're currently using. For example,
right now, fluid measures of expressing gallons quartz and pints.
Dry measures are expressed in bushels x dry quartz and pipes,
and a dry quart is sixteen percent larger in volume
than a liquid quart. By using the metric system, however,
you only need to know one unit of measurements for
liquid volume the leader. All of the fluid measurements of
multiples of the leader, and similarly, dry volumes are measured
by the gram and multiples of the gram. This has
been a tip from your Better Business Bureau on the
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Speaker 2: Why be skinny?
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like a rear window de foger and power front disc brakes.
Toyota Corolla has more horsepower than any of those three
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Speaker 1: The little Grecian temple in the center of the maize
is very simple, four ionic columns perhaps twelve feet high
bearing a cupola roof. It is open on all sides
save for a low marble circular series of slabs at
sitting height, supported like benches. In the center is a
dais about three feet high, on the surface of which
rests a bronze coffin, obviously maintained with loving care. There
are no flowers.
Speaker 4: Lift the lid you need have no fear of disturbing
the dead. Very well, it won't be so hard because
I'm a fool woman. The hinges that kept oiled, there's
nothing there exactly. That's what I found all those years ago,
a month after she had died, and didn't dare it.
Speaker 1: I was annoyed. I had bought this house from the
mayor estate, with a built in housekeeper, to guarantee my
isolation and quiet for my mathematical experimentation. I realized now
I should have questioned more closely at the bargain I
had thought it to be.
Speaker 2: But that die was cast.
Speaker 1: The problem now was to put all this nonsense out
of my mind and at the same time try to
banish the stifling feeling of profound grief that kept sweeping
over me from time to time. But within a day
or two, with the weather warming and the streams up,
so we could open windows, let ad past and I
could get on with my work. Then suddenly it returned
more strongly than before, and on an impulse, I called
Father Dan and then bited him down for a weekend. Harkhuh,
could we open a window, John, as wide open as
they can be already? Why it isn't that warm? Well,
then I could we take a little walk in the garden.
Do you think I was waiting till to morrow to
show up to you? But maybe it's light enough. Why not,
there'd be a give us moon. It's a little over
to half and I'd.
Speaker 2: Like to see this maze of yours.
Speaker 1: Hey, it's an amazing little labyrinth. I wouldn't have believed
you could find your way in here, Seezily.
Speaker 2: It isn't so difficult.
Speaker 1: There are a whole series of little markers that lead
you right when you know where to find them, or
even in this half light. Hey, you must have.
Speaker 2: Come this way quite often.
Speaker 1: Yes, I well, I'm fascinated naturally by missus Denton's foolish
And you might say, legend that she's been building up there,
of course, of course. And I see there are fresh
flowers by the coffin. I thought that would be stopped
a long time ago. Oh, I put some there yesterday
morning before I picked you up at the train, a
gesture I don't know why, to an empty coffin. And
it is still empty, naturally, But I have seen a
picture of the young lady who should lie in it.
I'll show you later. And she was a lovely child.
I suppose that gypsy lover's relatives tole the body. Oh, now,
why would they do a thing like that, or what
would I'm she was wearing jewels rings when she was buried.
I can only surmise they robbed her for those or
some kind of vengeance. Did he have read? Don't Father Dan,
I don't know. I told you it was a surmise.
Let's get back to the house. I was in no
mood for discussion when we returned to the house, which
was unreasonable of me, since it was the main reason
I had invited Father Dan down. But the mood of
depression hung too heavily on me, and I wanted to
be alone, to sleep, to just forget. I had no
idea how long I had been lying in bed. I
may even have stepped for a while, But all of
a sudden I came awake or consciously in control of thought.
The moon, low in the heavens, cast a glow on
the floor between me and my bed, and slowly the
moon glow missed it between the window and me, twisted
and swirled gently and rose and formed into the figure
of a woman, transparent as the mist, standing before me
and moving towards me.
Speaker 2: Who are you.
Speaker 3: I have come for you, for me. Why don't question it,
my love?
Speaker 1: Just come where.
Speaker 4: Now, quickly, to the center of the maids, the center.
Speaker 3: Of the maids.
Speaker 1: I didn't question it. Don't ask me why. Suddenly I
felt her lips on mine, warm, promising, drinking all my
heart's blood. And then she was gone. I, who have
questioned every move, decision i'd entertained. I went like a child,
and in the soft moonlight met her. There was she beautiful, deadly, fascinating, irresistible.
I can't tell you. She was all in white, swirling
around her, and her face was concealed in a milky
scarf that bound her head. I had a moment of annoyance.
Almost I have come here, but I don't know why.
Speaker 4: My God, I love you, and I want you to
love me.
Speaker 1: Give yourself to me, Give myself to you.
Speaker 9: How can I You are a specter, you have no body,
no being.
Speaker 4: Give yourself to me.
Speaker 3: I will do you no harm.
Speaker 1: Take me. I have never refused a woman yet. All right,
come here. You were no sooner in each other's arms
than I felt myself lifted off the ground, carried by
her high up over the tree, mounting, mounting, mounting, sailing effortlessly.
While in the mode night, I can see the country
spread on the lawn, and every so often and limps
pressed to mine as I have never been kissed before,
drinking from me and drawing me into her and lifting
me with her to glide on the wind currents until untrue,
until I don't know what. I don't remember that I
woke up in my bed this morning. He did, How
well all my depression gone? Relaxed, Oh, with a strange
lassitude for me, but also a kind of peace. So
you see, I can send you back to town as relaxed
as I am. I suppose I should live. Dragged you
up here in the first place. Here were John, You
may call me whenever.
Speaker 2: You need me.
Speaker 1: Well, I just needed a little contact with good common
sense and human kindness to banish all the foolish dreams.
I'm myself again. You don't think, John, But maybe the
things that are happening to you should make you question
just a little what it's all about.
Speaker 2: I mean, must be in here.
Speaker 1: No, you don't drop me in that old argument again.
I thank you for coming here, And I don't know
what came over me. Maybe missus Denton's graphic history. But
I'm myself again. Long I said goodbye to my old friend,
confident that he had no worries about me. I should
have judged him better. During my next weeks of tranquility,
I little realized how thoroughly he tried to save me.
Speaker 2: Hm.
Speaker 1: Fascinating history, Father, I'm equally fascinating. How far we've come
from different approaches, backgrounds, educations to measure the same results
never ceases to withstound me. Oh, I don't know why
you study the human mind, doctor holland I the human soul.
Speaker 2: Are they separated so far?
Speaker 1: Ah, there isn't any time for philosophical discussions. I've had
some letters and a couple of phone calls in the
last few days that have exacerbated all my fears and
brought me.
Speaker 2: Back to you.
Speaker 1: Yes, after a period of relief, the massive depression started
to re invade the house, and the dreams of flying
have returned with this unknown rate.
Speaker 2: How sick is he?
Speaker 1: Doctor, there's a word, let's say, Is he schizophrenic?
Speaker 2: Possible?
Speaker 1: I can give you some other words and gobbledgook, which
means something to me. I'd guess it's an obsessive compulsion.
Speaker 2: Reaction. If you force me to a clinical respont then
how would you treat her or how.
Speaker 1: Would you help such a man? I can't give you
an easy answer.
Speaker 2: Can I meet him? Why not? Paul?
Speaker 1: Do you want to drive up there next weekend? With
the approach of the full moon? My white clothed lady
with a scarf about her head, and the face appeared
to me in dreams, if they were dreams, More and
more frequently, together we soared or seemed to soar wherever
I asked, or the winds took us, or she desired,
And without my realizing it, day by day I grew
weaker and weaker.
Speaker 2: Each night she.
Speaker 1: Would come to bear me up with her, flying flying
high above all the world and its sins and its agony.
Speaker 4: My yearling, Yes, locking your breath and then release it
into my mouth.
Speaker 1: We are one, We are.
Speaker 3: One, You are mine.
Speaker 2: When will we be together?
Speaker 1: Always?
Speaker 3: It is already over.
Speaker 1: You have saved me.
Speaker 4: Now you've been finding love yourself. Growing heavy, I can't
hold you.
Speaker 2: Hung you must.
Speaker 3: I cannot fly like you. I can't, I'm cled, I'm cold.
Speaker 1: Oh, thank you, missus dentm for bringing us here to
the center of the maze.
Speaker 4: If you don't know your way, it's hard to fight.
Speaker 1: So this is the tomb from which the body mysteriously disappeared. Yes,
I uh, I haven't seen the inside of the coffin myself.
Speaker 3: Oh you can open it if you want. There's nothing
to see.
Speaker 2: For curiosity's sake.
Speaker 5: I'd like to look, but you are the one who
should say if it's proper.
Speaker 1: As I'm told, the poor child hasn't been there for
ten years. It's hardly likely we disturb our body or soul.
Speaker 2: Now it's heavy, but.
Speaker 1: Oh we're very foot.
Speaker 2: Of grasp, not empty any longer.
Speaker 11: She she almost looks alive, Doctor Holland Here here.
Speaker 2: What is it? Here are the deever.
Speaker 1: That was my friend John masterhood Lord, he's dead. Of course,
it must have been a terrible fall. The fractures are
so multiple. But from where, the good Lord, forgive me,
I don't know. From the sky at least from some
terrible height.
Speaker 2: And yet is incredible. What's that? The damage is so extensive.
I don't want to go into details.
Speaker 1: But there should be blood and there's not a trace
of it, not one single drop. They say, the corpse
of one who has become a vampire will always be
found as fresh and full of blood, as if it
had archies names that sustained life. I'll be back shortly,
Oh great spirit, whose voice in a wind?
Speaker 2: Guy here, who's bread you have life to all the
world hear me.
Speaker 1: The voice is ironized code of the Cherokee Nation, the
words of a prayer first spoken four hundred years ago
by his people, of people who loved the land.
Speaker 2: Let me walk and be.
Speaker 1: Make my heart respect all you have made, make me wise.
Speaker 2: But I know all you have taught.
Speaker 1: My people unless who have been every rock in some Americans. Today,
that spirit is reborn throughout the land. Areas of buflers,
litter and pollution are being restored to their natural beauty.
Speaker 2: And yet we still have.
Speaker 1: So far to goo. So everyone must get involved. To
contact the Keep America Beautiful team there, ist you right,
Keep America Beautiful ninety nine Park Avenue, New York, New York.
People start pollution and people can stop it. Service message
of the Station of the Advertising Council. One further note
on the vampire legend, the vagrum, the wanderer who seeks blood,
having found it, joins the dead in peace. The donor,
the victim must wander between heaven and hell till he
finds one to love and nourish him, and grant him
the sanctuary of the grave, an endless chain which always
leaves one spirit unsatisfied and searching for rest. Look out
for him or her, whoever you are, whatever you think
your armor is in the end, if there is one
single chink, the vampire will find it out. Our cast
included Gordon Gould, Rosemary Rice, Mary, Jane Higbee, Robert Maxwell
and Ian Martin. The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. And now a preview of our next tale.
Speaker 4: I mean my driver's license, my social Security card.
Speaker 1: We're already in your new wallet.
Speaker 4: Some they don't mind my license, but it is dear,
we look for yourself. The name on this is Mary
Anne Williams.
Speaker 1: Of course it's in all your documents.
Speaker 3: What are you talking about?
Speaker 1: It's your new name, Mary Anne Williams. And my new
name is Walter Williams.
Speaker 4: New name.
Speaker 3: What do we need new names?
Speaker 1: Because we died?
Speaker 4: Who who died?
Speaker 1: You and I we were killed in a car crash.
Speaker 4: Do you know what you're talking?
Speaker 1: Tom and Eloise Rutledge are dead. They have been changed
into Walter and Mary Ann Williams Radio Mystery Theater were
sponsored in part by the Florida Orange Growers and Buick
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Speaker 3: This is E. G.
Speaker 1: Marshall inviting you to return to our Mystery Theater for
another adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.