Speaker 1: The CBS Radio Mystery Theater Presents.
Speaker 2: Come in.
Speaker 1: Welcome, Hi, me G Marshall. This week starts the second
year of Mystery Theater, and it will be a week
to remember, a week devoted to the world's master of mystery, horror,
and the bizarre, Edgar Allan Poe. Each night this week,
it will be my pleasure and honor to bring you
one of Poe's masterpieces, our respectful tribute to the creative
genius of a truly great author whose stories will live
for all time. Help us celebrate the start of our
second year of Mystery Theater by joining us every night
this week in our salute to the world's acknowledged master
of the macabre. Of all the fears that have plagued mankind,
probably the most terrible was the possibility of.
Speaker 3: Being buried alive.
Speaker 1: Oh, don't shrink away, you have nothing to fear, modern
medical science being what it is.
Speaker 2: But not so many years ago.
Speaker 1: The thought of waking up in one's closed coffin beneath
six feet of earth. That was a horrible thought in daging,
and an ever present danger which led, in at least
one case, to a remarkably strange experiment.
Speaker 4: Let me go oh, please let me go.
Speaker 5: I'm dead.
Speaker 6: I tell you, I'm dead, my guy.
Speaker 7: I must release her.
Speaker 6: Gordon, Look, she's alive.
Speaker 4: Only my spirit lives. My god, it has been dead
for day.
Speaker 2: I beg you let me really so from the spell
of mesmerism, I cast over, Yes, yes, release me no picturing.
Speaker 6: No oh no, my darling.
Speaker 2: If I let Gordon break this hold on you, you will
be data.
Speaker 6: I can't face the horror of that.
Speaker 8: That the worse horror awaits you, horror far, far worse.
Speaker 1: Our mystery drama, The Premature Burial was adapted from the
Edgar Allan Poe classic especially for the mystery theater by
George Lowther and stars Kier Delay. It is sponsored in
part by Buick Motor Division and sign off the Sinus Medicines.
I'll be back shortly with Act one. As you know,
I am an inveterate and incurable reader of diaries, the
paston letters John Evelyn, Peeps, Boswell, Young Pastor Kilbert.
Speaker 2: I've read them all, and many.
Speaker 1: More, besides the daily journals, that is, of lesser known folk.
In so doing, I've happened upon some curious tales, but none,
I assure you that can match in sheer terror. The
one I bring you now, I happened upon it years
ago when a small out of the way bookshop in London, England.
It's the journal of a young doctor, doctor Gordon Rainey,
and it recounts certain events that took place in the
year eighteen hundred and ten. Now let meast see where.
Speaker 2: To begin.
Speaker 7: Out here.
Speaker 1: I arrived at the Bull and Bear Inn in Salisbury,
the doctor writes, in one of the worst of arms,
and having stabled my horse and seen to its proper care,
soon found myself in the rooms my friend Guy Peterson
had engaged for himself. In all the years I'd known
him since undergraduate days at Cambridge, I've never.
Speaker 2: Known this closest of my friends to be in such
a state of overwrought nerves. They got you come, Gordon,
Thank god you're here last my friend. When I came
as soon as I could after getting your message.
Speaker 6: But what is it?
Speaker 2: I've never seen you in such a state of nursing.
Thank god you're actually trembling stead did you see him?
Speaker 6: And they buried it last week, But I must see
you once. The game gaze on her face.
Speaker 2: That now look at me, look at me, Look fall
into my eyes?
Speaker 6: What Gordon book, what are you doing?
Speaker 2: I'm merely calming you down through the use of mesmerism
mesgrusen what.
Speaker 7: I liven't name is there?
Speaker 6: And why do you stir at me.
Speaker 7: As if so?
Speaker 2: If that's right, old friend, that's right, calm down, quiet yourself, relieless,
just loose enough at yourself. Go that's it, that's it
there now, feel better, boy? Yes, but how did you
do it? What is this mesmerism?
Speaker 7: Did you say?
Speaker 2: Yes, A means of controlling another person by well, to
put it simplistically, dominating him with one's own will, the
force of one's own will power. But but that's miraculous,
and yet you you did it. I feel ever so
much calmer now because you made me good. And now, guy, calmly,
tell me why you sent that urgent message to meet
you here in Salisbury.
Speaker 6: Victory Victory is dead.
Speaker 2: Ah, I know how you must feel, and of course
I sympathize deeply. But her death isn't it a blessing?
A blessing? She's dead, Victory is dead and at last
three of the hellish life, Sir Giles Buckingham, let her
come now, guy? Is that not something to thank God
for me.
Speaker 6: I suppose, I suppose.
Speaker 2: My dear good friend, I know how much you loved.
Speaker 6: Who loved her. She was my heart, my soul, my
very life.
Speaker 2: Her life depended for me when her family forced to
the Mersy Charles.
Speaker 7: We talked of it again and again.
Speaker 2: But now that she is dead, perhaps you can try
to take up your life again. I must see her, garden,
see her.
Speaker 6: That's why I'm here, why I asked you here.
Speaker 2: I must see her, Gordon, gaze upon her lovely face
once more. But she's buried, buried a week ago, you said,
in the family vault on the Buckingham the State. I
want to go there tonight, fourth entry into the vault,
open her coffin and look at her once more.
Speaker 6: Just once more. I need you because I fear it
go alone.
Speaker 2: There is more to fear than that.
Speaker 7: Guy.
Speaker 2: What you mean a body dead and buried for a
week in a damp and virtually airless vault. Guy, you
will not see victorin as.
Speaker 7: She was in life.
Speaker 6: I shall see her, guy, This is mad.
Speaker 7: I beg you.
Speaker 2: I must.
Speaker 6: I don't care what she has become.
Speaker 7: I must see her once more. Must I do it alone?
Speaker 6: Will you help me.
Speaker 2: If it is your wish, you wish it so strongly,
then yes, I'll help you. We must be be careful
not to be discovered. Good, and this night makes everything
as clear as day. I'll be known about unless the
estate is guarded at night against poachers.
Speaker 6: That don't matter.
Speaker 2: Wind creaking up, I should help a little cover any
sound in the lape hairs.
Speaker 6: Here's the gate to the estate.
Speaker 7: Is it long? Find out?
Speaker 3: Now?
Speaker 6: Come there?
Speaker 7: There's so much for that. Now the location of the vault?
Speaker 6: You do you know where it is? Yes?
Speaker 2: That line of copper beaches on the hill, zem, Yes,
the vault lies just beyond.
Speaker 7: Come.
Speaker 6: Wait that barking dog.
Speaker 2: If the place is guarded by a dog, or even dawn,
And don't let your nerves get the best of you.
Speaker 7: Had enough to face trouble when it comes. Not before
that dog.
Speaker 6: It's here on the ground.
Speaker 2: I'm closer, Gordon, steady, man, steady, Yes, it's on the grounds,
all right, and coming this way. Let's step out into
the open, into the open.
Speaker 7: The dog is coming this way. I want to meet
it in full moonlight.
Speaker 2: My god, why cause my only chance of subduing the
beast if it can be done. Will be with my
eyes my voice too, Yes, but but the eyes.
Speaker 7: I see it coming over the hill against the moonlight.
Speaker 6: Good lord.
Speaker 7: Was an animal door. That's a mastiff and the big money.
And he's brought our sent.
Speaker 2: Step step out into the moonlight quickly.
Speaker 6: We're always losses.
Speaker 7: Lost, no move. Beave this to me. Ah my boy,
hie down, Hi down. Now that's a good dog.
Speaker 2: That's it. We're not here to do you any harm. Boy,
we're friends, your friends. Yes, that's right, boy, there's a
good dog.
Speaker 7: Fine dog.
Speaker 6: Um believable. He stopped in me.
Speaker 2: Your eyes held him to the one spot just by
looking at him, and with your voice you soothed him.
You calmed him, took all the fight out of his airs.
Speaker 7: And now let's get onto the vault. Here we are
the vault locked, freights are.
Speaker 2: I'll have to use the pride bar I brought it
and he'll be as quiet as you can. Yes, gets open,
we can go in. Uh light the lantern, going, guy, guy,
once more, I urge you not to go through with this.
I must you know, I must have listened to me.
Speaker 7: Light the lantern.
Speaker 2: I'm lighting the lantern, but listen to me. You remember
Victorina as she was, the lovely, innocent gentle girl who
was forced to marry Sir Giles seven years ago. The
torments he put her through the daily torture of living
with such a beast, these alone would have changed her face.
That she's dead as well and buried here a whole week. Guy,
I beg you once again, remember her as she was,
not as she must now be. Shine the lantern about
very well? Yeah, and so at least a dozen coffins
piled one in another. How can we tell which is
Victorian Hers would be one of the topmost. Yes, and
the velvet covering would be the newest brass studs still
bright up that one up there. I think let's get
it down and see. Just let me put the lantern
over there. So now then I'll take the head of
the coffin view the other end.
Speaker 7: Can you reach it just all right?
Speaker 3: Pull?
Speaker 2: Then pull it to the edge, and when we get
into the edge we can put our hands under it
and let it down.
Speaker 7: Gent please, Gordon, I heard.
Speaker 1: It was it.
Speaker 6: It couldn't be happy, hard, I thought.
Speaker 7: A voice, and it.
Speaker 6: Comes from inside the golfin, oh, dear above the.
Speaker 3: Business, Gordon, She's alive, alive.
Speaker 2: Let's put it on the ground, on the ground, easy
and easy, cry I also yes, or.
Speaker 3: Hurry, man, my nerves am trembling those things.
Speaker 7: It to me now, then hurry, hurry. I'm working as
much as I can. There quickly the lantern.
Speaker 6: Yes, yes, signed it into the coffin.
Speaker 3: There, look victory, alive alive, God, oh God.
Speaker 5: Thank you, thank you, my dear gen God you God, yes,
my dear one guy.
Speaker 7: Let me help me lift her out.
Speaker 6: Oh I can't believe alive. Oh my goodness, this is
horrible for you.
Speaker 4: I want to think about it. I can't tell you
to wake up.
Speaker 8: Sure, it's not knowing where you are and everything black witch,
black choffolk eating scarce enough air.
Speaker 7: To breathe, that's not think about it.
Speaker 4: And then you move in. You feel the side of
the coffin narrow, so narrow, and you be chopping. You
touch the lid, with the lids only an inch or
two from your face, and then suddenly, you know, helped me,
You know, you scream with the door that you scream, and.
Speaker 7: At once.
Speaker 2: It's going You're alive, and that's all that matters. And
thanks to what I called a mad impulse, you'll.
Speaker 8: Say, Oh, my darling, my dear sweetheart, sweetheart, Listen to me,
you two listen, we face a problem.
Speaker 2: What problem?
Speaker 7: Well? How are you going to take her back to
Sir Giles? How explain all this?
Speaker 2: Sir Giles will have you have us arrested for breaking
an entry. He's not going back to Sir Giles. She's
coming with me, away from this hellish clas you can't do.
She is what I'll die before I let Sir Giles
get his hand on. I promise you may very well
keep my dear sir, what sh How did you The
barking of my dog arouse me? I in turn rouse
my keepers, who are out and about scouring the woods.
As it happens, I came this way, saw the light
of your lantern flickering in the vault, and prepared to
surprise what I thought to be grave robbers. Well, as
it happens, I am the one surprised. Indeed, I'm shocked.
I scarcely expected to find Victorin alive.
Speaker 6: Yes, she's alive, and from here on, Sir Giles will live.
Speaker 2: I pray a far happier life with me than ever
she did with you.
Speaker 7: But with I sir, I think not.
Speaker 2: If you're going anywhere my friend, you and your accomplice,
it's to jail. As for my wife, since she is
returned to life, she will also return to me.
Speaker 7: You don't move, sir, I warn you well.
Speaker 2: If you do, it will give me extreme pleasure to
blow your head off with this gun.
Speaker 7: Extreme pleasure.
Speaker 1: I confess that at this point in doctor Gordon Rainey's journal,
I thought the tale over and done with. I was wrong,
for really it was only the beginning. I'll return shortly
with Act two. Well, as I said, I thought that
doctor Gordon Rainey's story.
Speaker 2: Had come to an end.
Speaker 1: He had gone with his friend Guy Peterson to the
vault where the woman he loved lay dead in her coffin,
only to find her alive, and then, as he planned
to run away with her to save her from further
torments at the hands of her husband, he was stopped
by the appearance of that same husband, gun in hand,
promising to have him and Doctor Rainey jailed.
Speaker 4: Child, I entreat you let them go. They've done no harm.
On the contrary, if it hadn't been for.
Speaker 8: Guy and Doctor Rainey, I'd even now be lying in
my coffin a lie, or that you.
Speaker 7: Were amn you woman would that you were.
Speaker 2: Your unexpected return from a grave will lose me a fortune.
Speaker 4: How can I being alive cost you anything?
Speaker 2: Lady Hastings is a widow. Lady Hastings has an income
of thirty thousand a year. I proposed marriage to her
on Tuesday and she accepted me. You you propose marriage
to another woman three days after your wife died?
Speaker 7: Why not?
Speaker 2: I'm alive, very much alive, and to live one needs money.
Speaker 7: Why the look, doctor Aney, You have.
Speaker 2: More sense, it seems, than sensitivity, Sir Giles, insulting me
with only worse than matters for you, doctor, If that's possible,
you can't be as unaware as you would like to
seem that your career is ruined. A doctor, a physician
arrested for breaking and entering breaking and entering a mortuary,
a sacred repository of the dead, Sir Giles, You mustn't
do this to doctor any He helped me because he's
my friend, a good and true friend. He was against
it from a very start and would never have agree
to assist me had it not been for his deep
and abiding sense of loyalty.
Speaker 7: All do stop do or you shall.
Speaker 2: Have me in tears.
Speaker 4: Tears from a stone.
Speaker 7: Oh hey, well, then stone stone that.
Speaker 2: Will crush you, dear wife, crush you until the death
you've escape will.
Speaker 7: Seem a paradise to you.
Speaker 2: Put on that gun and I but I have no
intention of putting down the gun, certainly not until the
bailiff arrives and takes you into custody, to jail, where
I shall.
Speaker 6: See to it.
Speaker 7: You rot, the two of you. What you mean rot?
Speaker 2: I mean quite simply that once you're put in jail,
you will never leave it. You will rot there. Doctor,
You make no sense, Sir Giles. A penalty for breaking
and enter aenalties who speaks so peny I do. There
are laws, laws in this nature, only one law, hear me.
I am the law in the village of Buckingham.
Speaker 7: I am Buckingham. Oh it is no, Sir Giles.
Speaker 2: He will not imprison this man for the rest of
his life. Nor will you imprison me.
Speaker 7: Oh and may I ask why not?
Speaker 2: Because I say so?
Speaker 7: Because I tell you so.
Speaker 2: Now don't look away, look at me, look into my eyes,
have the courage to look into them and tell me?
Then will you imprison us?
Speaker 6: Mesmerism.
Speaker 7: Why why such is my intention? Yes, she is your intention,
Sir Giles, war was.
Speaker 2: Well, well, it certainly was. I mean to say, well,
the way you put it most eloquently.
Speaker 6: Good Lord, it's working. He's doing it again, doing what.
Speaker 2: And you, being a man of sensitivity, my eloquence, the validity.
Speaker 7: Of what I say has touched you? Is that not?
Speaker 6: So? It is?
Speaker 7: So, isn't it? Why?
Speaker 1: Uh?
Speaker 7: Yeah?
Speaker 2: Yees seen in a different light, so to speak. Yes,
it would serve no purpose, no purpose to put you
in jail, none, none, ry And so you let us go?
Speaker 7: You will let us go?
Speaker 2: Yes, yes, go get out of my sight, the two
of you, and never come back.
Speaker 7: As leave guy Victory. Under the law, there's nothing we
can do. She is his wife. I can't leave her.
Speaker 6: You must.
Speaker 2: The bailiff will be here any moment, and I can't
dominate Sir Giles's will with mine much longer.
Speaker 4: My darling.
Speaker 6: To leave you with him.
Speaker 4: Whatever happens to me will be harder to bear if
you are in prison. Go, I entreat you.
Speaker 2: All second thought is coming out of it. Guy, my friend,
I've done all I can for you, and I'll not
see my career ruin because you got You're right. Goodbye,
my darling, my dearest, goodbye. Mesmerize me, good do something,
do anything to believe me. You'll just told me you
must control yourself.
Speaker 7: I think of her, dream of her.
Speaker 2: She is never out of my thoughts, and always I
am stricken with the thought that my very imaginings are
as nothing to what he is really doing to her.
The beating is the starving of her, her very loneliness,
the vile subjection to his passions.
Speaker 6: Oh, merciful head of I shall go out of my mind.
Speaker 2: Yes, guy, you shall unless you pull yourself together now.
If you don't stop thinking of her, if you don't
stop letting your fancy invent miseries, she is very likely
not suffering.
Speaker 7: You will go insane. You will.
Speaker 6: Someone at the door.
Speaker 7: Who are you expecting? Someone who?
Speaker 6: No, no one, who would I want to see?
Speaker 2: I'll answer, Victorine, save me, God, say heavens, come in.
Speaker 7: My dear.
Speaker 2: Guy.
Speaker 6: Guy.
Speaker 2: Look it's Victorine.
Speaker 6: Victorine.
Speaker 7: Oh it is.
Speaker 6: It is, my dearest no more.
Speaker 4: Oh yes, oh hold me in your arm.
Speaker 6: To me, Oh Victoria.
Speaker 4: He may kill me, but I'll never go back.
Speaker 6: Never. He never loved me.
Speaker 4: And now he hates me because I keep him from
marrying Lady Hastings and her fortune and makes me pay.
Speaker 2: Oh, save me from him.
Speaker 6: Let him take it back, Gordon.
Speaker 2: She's fainting here, victory, some brandy. Lie down on the
couch there, my love, love, relax and let me take over. Guy,
go and bar the door, and bar it solidly.
Speaker 6: Father.
Speaker 2: He must know she has fled and to where she
has fled, and he cannot risk her out of his
sight because.
Speaker 6: Because what damn what's it?
Speaker 4: Let me see it for him? Because once again I am.
Speaker 3: Yes.
Speaker 8: Unless I can find rest, unless I can feel myself
safe from him, I shall die.
Speaker 6: You will not.
Speaker 7: I want to die. Just stop talking, man for once now.
Bather door, Yes, yes, yes, that's too late to smell.
Speaker 6: I threw the ball.
Speaker 7: Not enough, I say, I haven't all broken down.
Speaker 2: Golden, unless you want to smash door with nothing.
Speaker 7: Gained open itself and you are just take her back
to buttinghom.
Speaker 6: Yes he will.
Speaker 2: She's his wife.
Speaker 7: There's nothing you can do now, Damn you all added again?
Are you stealing my wife? Taking what belongs to me?
Speaker 6: You men?
Speaker 7: Take her over my dead body?
Speaker 2: Enough, I'm mean I'll stand back, or I'll bring you
with his candlestick all right.
Speaker 7: Down, You'll be next, my friend.
Speaker 2: If you don't anywhere moved back. You uh quite a
hand with a candlestick. Doctor Rainye, you've laid my man out.
I plus you know what this means for you. Perhaps
you should consider what it means for you, Sir Giles. Lisa,
as you're not in Buckingham now you're in London seeking
a wife who's run from her husband to a lover,
herser a woman who has come to her doctor.
Speaker 6: What what do you say?
Speaker 2: Your your wife is dangerously ill. You have only to
use your eyes to see that. I being her friend,
I am sure she sought me at my residence and
not finding me there, came here adroit, most adroit, doctor Rainey.
May I ask then if you've prescribed for her illness.
Not as yet, Sir Giles, but you will Yes, not
good enough, Doctor Rainey. As her husband, a lawful husband,
I intend to take her back with me to Buckingham
Victory in.
Speaker 7: My darling, come with me. No really, now you've no children.
Speaker 2: I shall have offer him you die if you have
no recourse in the eyes of the law.
Speaker 7: She is his wife.
Speaker 2: He wants her, and you cannot keep her from him,
sensibly said doctor. Here, dear wife, goodwife, faithful and loyal.
Speaker 7: Wife, Take my hand and let me help you from
off that couch. Take my hand.
Speaker 8: File. You are File, Sophie. So I shall never touch
you again. I'd rather burn off my hands than touch.
Speaker 4: You, you evil man.
Speaker 2: Die rather than go back with you.
Speaker 3: Die. Came you come?
Speaker 6: No?
Speaker 7: No, no, Gordon, she is dead. Oh are you sure? Doctor?
Speaker 2: She was pronounced dead once before? You know, there is
no pulse. I can detect no vital signs. To all
intents and purposes, she is dead, ay, you modern day
doctors always escaping in words and phrases to all intents
and purposes, which is to say.
Speaker 7: You're not sure?
Speaker 2: Who is sure of anything?
Speaker 7: Sir Giles.
Speaker 2: However, considering what has gone before, we will keep her
here under observation for a few days. You'll do nothing
of the sort. You men, pick her up and bear
her to my carriage. Now wait, what are you doing
possessing myself of my property, sir, whether it be alive
or day. But you can't do this.
Speaker 7: You cannot do my carricle. Eh, there is nothing tiger
of us can do and Guy, she is dead. I'm
virtually sure of that.
Speaker 2: But if she is not, don't trouble yourself, your own friend,
the man you trust. Doctor Gordon Rainie has pronounced her death.
All I intend to do is see that she is
properly buried this time. To stay properly buried?
Speaker 7: Is she dead?
Speaker 1: You must understand in those days, more than half a
century ago, one was never sure.
Speaker 2: I'll return shortly for Act three.
Speaker 1: Think for a moment how you would feel if you
thought someone you loved might conceivably have been buried alive,
and you will understand the feelings of young Guy Peterson.
Think again, how you would feel if you were a
close friend of guys a physician who risks his career
every time he consents to help Guy spirit is beloved
from her tomb, and you will then understand why doctor
Gordon Rainey wrote in his journal, I feel if Guy
is not mad.
Speaker 7: He is close to it.
Speaker 2: He has never been a robust man, but on the contrary,
something of a neurotic. So it was that I refused,
and again refused when he begged help me.
Speaker 6: I beg you, Gordon, help me.
Speaker 2: That is what I am trying to do.
Speaker 7: By refusing what you ask.
Speaker 2: We were caught in the act of entering the Buckingham
Bault the first time, we would surely be caught a second.
There could be no doubt that Sir Giles is having
to place God. If there's a God, will get past
him somehow or knock.
Speaker 6: Him unconscious or oh yes, you you could mesmeize him
as you did that dog.
Speaker 2: And and sir John Guy, my dear good friend, listen
to me. First, Victorine is dead. How can you say
that she suffers. She must suffer from some sort of
malady that makes her only appear to be dead. There
are such maladies. Yes, everything you say is true, but
you admit she could yet be you alive, very delied
in that to even.
Speaker 7: Now stop that, Stop it. The second thing I was.
Speaker 2: Going to point out is that mesmerism doesn't always work.
Some people, the kind of peasant type who would likely
be guarding the fault, cannot be brought under the hypnotic influence. Yes,
and a third thing is this, I am a doctor.
If I get caught again, Sir Giles could end my
career and all I have tried to be, all the
good I can accomplish in this world would be set
at naught. I'm sorry, guy, I cannot risk it again.
Now I must do it alone. You will not do
it alone. You cannot stop me. No one, nothing can
stop me from rescuing Victoriam from that bulky You are mad,
you are thinking irrationally, acting sense at my concern, and
certainly no longer yours O Guy, Guy, me, Gordon, I
must prepare for the journey to Salisbury.
Speaker 6: Well leave, I said, no, no, I'll.
Speaker 7: Go with you.
Speaker 6: You've changed your mind.
Speaker 7: I have not.
Speaker 2: But this is a mad business and I am a
fool to help you.
Speaker 7: But I am also your friend, Gordon.
Speaker 6: Yes, the vault is God.
Speaker 7: Yes, I see the man. A big brute he is.
Speaker 2: Do you think you can mesmerise him, bring him under Oh?
Speaker 7: What did you call the hypnotic influence? I doubt it.
Speaker 2: He is the type I told you about, all muscle
and little brain.
Speaker 7: And it's a dark night.
Speaker 2: To make things worse, he wouldn't be able to see
my eyes clearly.
Speaker 6: Do do you dare try?
Speaker 2: Well? I have no choice, but keep this in mind, guy. Yes,
if I fail, as I most certainly shall run for it.
Do you understand? Don't try to fight him?
Speaker 7: Run.
Speaker 2: Yes, whatever you say, all right, nodded, Then step out
of these bushes and walk towards him and do nothing.
He thinks to me, Come, oh's there, Oh don't shoot, friends,
and stand.
Speaker 7: Where you be. We have a look at you. Of course.
Speaker 2: We mean no harm, friend, We are simply two gentlemen
who got lost in these woods, and so I come
here lost. This ear is booking a manor, and its
surrounded all of it with an iron venge.
Speaker 6: How come you got in?
Speaker 2: Well, we really don't know. It's a dark night and
our eyes, our eyes couldn't see much like this story.
Speaker 7: You must believe me. My sight is very poor. As
it is very poor. Look for yourself.
Speaker 2: Look into my eyes and see for yourself here. Now
what is this?
Speaker 7: Look into your eyes? It's up to the manor. I
was with you too.
Speaker 2: Well you're ansenter, sir Jiles for dress pressing on his.
Speaker 6: Guy that takes care of him.
Speaker 7: You you stabbed him, couldn't control him. I said to
run if I couldn't.
Speaker 2: But oh, guy, I think you'll kill it quickly into
the balls.
Speaker 7: Wait what happened to you?
Speaker 2: Don't don't you realize that you've just murdered a.
Speaker 3: Man and that.
Speaker 7: You've gone mad.
Speaker 2: You have gone Now I am as sane as you,
the mad are saying. I must get Victorine out of
that balls now come all right, all right, but heaven
help me? What have I got myself into? Now?
Speaker 3: Where is it?
Speaker 7: Where will you had it?
Speaker 6: Oh?
Speaker 2: Yes, yes, esther, I must worry she's alive and then
her course alive?
Speaker 6: Must there? Come on?
Speaker 2: Come along all right?
Speaker 7: All right, uh there there's a Coston. Lets us get
the little off insane insane.
Speaker 6: Victory? Can you hear me?
Speaker 2: Are you lye, my dearest perhaps fainted? My goodness, that's possible,
isn't it?
Speaker 6: Lie?
Speaker 2: But a faintful guy, My poor dear friend, he little
offen she dead, as I told you?
Speaker 6: Dead.
Speaker 7: We can't be sure, you know, we can't be sure.
Speaker 2: Guy, in the name of reason, help me, help me
get her out of the conference.
Speaker 6: To what purpose?
Speaker 2: To take her back with us to London and make
her back.
Speaker 7: Where to my place?
Speaker 2: The first place, sir Giles will come to.
Speaker 6: Then to your mind?
Speaker 7: Do you realize what you're asking of me?
Speaker 2: If you're a friend you claim to be, what you
ask is impossible. You've already made me your unwitting accompass
to murder an guy.
Speaker 7: You are out of your mind.
Speaker 2: You Gordon, are no friend.
Speaker 7: Guy, Guy, I beg you leave her where she is.
She's dead, leave her a piece.
Speaker 6: She is not dead, and I am taking her back
to London.
Speaker 2: If whoever may read these pages of my journal thinks
me a fool, I could not agree more. But Guy
was my closest friend, and what's more, was clearly deranged
by the love he bore Victory in and his horror
of letting her be buried alive. So we took her
body to my rooms in London. Three days she lay
on the couch in my sitting room, Guy, never leaving
her side night or day. But on the third day
I knew something must be done to end this madness
of his. Look at her, there's no sign metal one
of deconquisition. Heis because it is the middle of winter,
and we kept the windows open and no fire in
the fireplace. The sitting room of mine is a virtual
ice house.
Speaker 6: No, I listen to me.
Speaker 2: What you persist in doing is not only lunia, see,
it is sacrilege.
Speaker 7: The dead deserved decent burial.
Speaker 2: If you love Victorine as you say you do, let
us bury her, guy, bury her tonight? Where then you
will dear? Where can we take her? And I thought
of that and prepared for it. A grave awaits her
body in Saint Pancras cemetery. All is arranged. We can
take her now under cover of night.
Speaker 6: Then let us do it.
Speaker 2: Good, good, Now, I've kept my carriage waiting below. Do
you want to carry her?
Speaker 7: Or shall I let me? It will be the last
time mar hold it in my arms? All right?
Speaker 6: Pick her up? Guy? Yes? Yes, good.
Speaker 2: Quot? And what was that stuffing? Come on, let's go downstairs.
But she gave a sigh and I picked her up. Hi,
you heard, Coughton, you heard?
Speaker 6: Good Lord? I did here? Move aside. She's a lie.
Speaker 4: I knew it.
Speaker 7: Alive man in Heaven's.
Speaker 2: May be quiet, Victorine, Victorine, do you hear me?
Speaker 4: Yeah?
Speaker 7: I have taken your hand in mine. Do you feel it?
Speaker 6: No?
Speaker 2: Can you open your eyes? If you can open them?
She has Gordon. She's gazing at me, Victorine.
Speaker 7: Do you see guy?
Speaker 4: Yes, farewell, my.
Speaker 6: Farewell, farewell.
Speaker 4: I am near death.
Speaker 8: No, only a spark of life remains.
Speaker 3: No, No, she must not die.
Speaker 7: Gordon, stop her?
Speaker 2: What are you saying, miss missm before I conclings, Use it?
Speaker 7: Are you mad?
Speaker 6: Use it?
Speaker 1: How?
Speaker 7: Command her not to die? Command her to live? Commander
can live? Command what to live?
Speaker 2: When there was scarce a breath of life in her,
her mind, her spirit?
Speaker 7: What but I did it?
Speaker 2: May God, in his infinite mercy forgive me. I did
it using the powers of mesmerism. I held her eyes
with mine and commanded her, forced her to live, even
though over and over she cried out and dead, Let
me go, I'm dead. But I did not let her go,
could not let her go because, yes, I confess it,
because the experiment fascinated me. I Doctor Gordon Rainie, committed
for over five long weeks, committed the sin, the crime,
the sacrilege of holding the spirit within a dead body
to this earth, even though it pleaded entreated by please me,
ale me in a short time. Yes me first? What
are you spirit?
Speaker 7: Soul?
Speaker 6: Mind? What? I am?
Speaker 3: Dead?
Speaker 4: Dead?
Speaker 6: What's that of the door? I'll answer?
Speaker 2: You found your last day? Damn grave robber, Sir Giles.
Speaker 7: Yes, and you doctor.
Speaker 2: Any who's helped me will no longer be called doctor
when I'm through with you.
Speaker 6: No, child, No, what's this? She lived?
Speaker 7: Child. But she speaks. I heard her speak.
Speaker 2: Here, you see for myself, way away from her.
Speaker 6: Don't you touch it?
Speaker 7: Out of my way? Oh touch, I said, don't. Oh
you shot him.
Speaker 2: You killed guy before he stabbed me to death, as
he stabbed my servant self, defenser.
Speaker 7: And now enough of this. I came from my wife's body.
Speaker 2: But it appears I shall be taking a wife back
to backing a manner with me.
Speaker 7: Rowser rowser at once.
Speaker 2: I cannot, said, Giles. She is dead, has been dead
for more than six weeks.
Speaker 7: I heard her speak, yess, but it was her soul,
a spirit.
Speaker 2: I don't know what, but not her body. Her body
is dead, yes, dead, I.
Speaker 4: Beg you don't hold me any longer. Guys here, let
me go to him. I say to you that I
am dead.
Speaker 6: Let me go.
Speaker 7: She comes with me.
Speaker 2: No, she goes where she should have gone long since.
Now had it not been for me, Victorine, I release you.
Speaker 6: Go, and in the.
Speaker 2: Sanctity of death, join the lover you never had in life.
Speaker 6: What's happening?
Speaker 7: A body? A body?
Speaker 9: It's disintegrating, my eyes rotting, horroring, horrible, horrible, horrible.
Speaker 1: Indeed, it was for using Edgar Allan Poe's own words.
Upon the couch there now lay not the body of Victorine,
but a nearly liquid mass of loathsome detestable cutrescence.
Speaker 7: Mister Poe's words.
Speaker 1: Mind, when he set out to horrify you, he horrified you.
Speaker 7: I'll be back shortly.
Speaker 1: The premature burial is only one of a number of
stories by the Master Edgar Allan Poe.
Speaker 7: I've had the pleasure of bringing you.
Speaker 1: We now owe and generations to come will owe so
much to his imagination, his vibrant fancy, that it might
be nice to think of him now and then let
his name pass through your thoughts as it does through mine,
and to wish him well wherever he may be. Our
cast included here Delay Paul hect, Guy Sirell, and Marion Zelas.
Speaker 7: The entire production was under the direction of Hyman Brown.
Speaker 2: And now a preview of our next tale.
Speaker 7: What is her conditions?
Speaker 2: Well it's not fatal, thank god, not even very serious.
Badly Bruce to cut over her right eye.
Speaker 7: But she's going to be all right. The monster failed
to make good.
Speaker 2: His threat to kill we may indeed thank God God
for that. Well, at least we know more than we
did before, Monsieur dupain. We know that the murderer is
a big man, a huge man of unbelievable strength.
Speaker 7: And that he has black hair. We know a great
deal more than that. Year we do well, I do,
and so do you.
Speaker 2: Only as I've said before, you don't know you know,
or monsieur monsieur I do not have your brilliant brain.
Speaker 7: It doesn't matter.
Speaker 2: All that matters is that you can solve this awful mystery,
that you can save Yvette. The murderer failed this time,
but he'll try again.
Speaker 1: Radio Mystery Theater was sponsored in part by sign Off
the Sinus Medicines and Buick Murder Division.
Speaker 6: This is E. G.
Speaker 1: Marshall inviting you to return to our Mystery Theater for
another adventure in the macabre.