Speaker 1: The CBS Radio Mystery Theater Present. Come in, You're welcome.
I'm e. G. Marshall. Won't you sit down and relax
with me for the next oh a little lesson an
hour and listen to a tale of murder? Or is
that statement exactly fair? The Dictionary definition of murder is
the unlawful killing of another human being with malice of forethought. Well,
undoubtedly there is killing and malice of forethought. But the
question here is what or who was killed. Don't try
to blame it on me. That's always blamed on me.
I want to get any longer. I won't take the
guilt where I'll start it. Worry not on me, not
on me? Ever again, I'll make sure better. I'll kill you.
How can your cure is not alive? Only one way.
Speaker 2: I'll carry your part.
Speaker 3: Here here for cure.
Speaker 1: No lies, what crep thing?
Speaker 2: I no wanta care?
Speaker 1: Carry your part live from limb suck up, I suck
at love me?
Speaker 3: What are you doing?
Speaker 2: I'm despraying or his the straying way?
Speaker 3: But here is no art without the two of you.
Speaker 1: Has known me as long as he exists. You know
that's better than anyone. Sellahy's done forever. Maybe now I
can live. Maybe it's worth murder to achieve some kind
of freedom. And our mystery drama, The Voice of Death,
was written especially for the Mystery theater by Ian Martin
and stars Victor Jori. It is sponsored in part by
Buick Motor Division and Time Magazine. I'll be back shortly
with that one. Then. Triloquism one of man's most ancient arts.
It's as old as the Chinese cultures, and almost certainly
it was practiced by priests who created such seeming miracles
as the speaking statues of Egypt and the Greek oracles.
Down through the millennia it flourished, and when it became
sheer entertainment through Vaueville Radio and TV, it reached its
highest popularity. Then as suddenly, then triloquism suddenly lost its popularity.
The fact that the Great is not yet prepared to face.
Who was I? Fat? Pretty girls seen from the east, bronx,
a little schlip. I was scared to go to school,
even they beat up on me all the time because
I wouldn't fight back, and it was funny to watch
a fat kid cry. Then I read an ad in
the paper and saved up my lunch money to send
away for professor of Pantasorio's magical method of voice projection.
Amazed the light and mystify friends and pose a light
by the ancient and mystical art of a proloquism that
changed my life because for some reason it was easy
to me. My massively art in a month and held
a golden key that unlocked the world for me. At sixteen,
I was playing parties and school dates. I got in
at the very end of radio's golden era, but where
I really hit a big was television. By then I
was calling myself Janus and alias, and then suddenly, by
the late nineteenth fixed is I was a husband. The
gold all faded. The club dates I played were a disaster,
and a lifetime of splitting myself in two ended in murder.
Speaker 3: Fred, look what you've done doing. We'll never put him
back together. Now?
Speaker 1: What are your care Sarah? What do you mean? Isn't
the way you've always wanted?
Speaker 3: Oh Fred, You're sick?
Speaker 1: You always thought he came between you and me? Who
him has dune me?
Speaker 3: I never said that once all these years, but you
thought it.
Speaker 1: Well.
Speaker 3: He was always the first thing in your thoughts. You
combed his hair, pressed his clothes, washed his face, even
behind his ears, like he was a child. He never
even kept him in a box. He was always there
wherever we were. We were never alone. You even used
to talk to him off stage. Yes, I won't tell
it now. Maybe I'm glad you've destroyed him. Maybe now
we can have.
Speaker 1: What you've never let me have? What? What did I
ever refuse you?
Speaker 3: A child? A child of my own?
Speaker 1: How could we have a child, Sarah? Always on the road,
always moving, living in hotels. Children aren't for us.
Speaker 3: You could have left me behind with our child.
Speaker 1: Or our children travel alone.
Speaker 3: Don't you think that I could have gone ahead and
had a child? How could you stop me? But I
didn't because because it wouldn't have been fair to the child.
She would have been my child, that something we shared,
just as he was your child. Oh, freddie, what's wrong
with you? How could you have done that to him?
Speaker 1: Doesn't matter? He's gone.
Speaker 3: Let's see if we can't put him together again?
Speaker 1: No, leave him wrong, don't touch him, Fred, he's dead, smashed.
He couldn't be repaired, and he's not going to be
repaired because there's nothing to repair him.
Speaker 3: For telling what is it.
Speaker 1: Don't you see I'm as dead as he is.
Speaker 3: You got fired again.
Speaker 1: I'm through, Sarah. It's all over. There's no Janus the Great.
Speaker 3: That isn't true, Darling. You're tired, you've been overworking. A
good night's rest.
Speaker 1: What am I going to do? We have no money,
I have no other talents. I'm back once again to
where I began, back fready from the East Bronx. When
I killed Atheas, I might as well have killed myself.
I had no rest that night. Oh what a night
it was. Doctor Sarah, worrying herself, frantic about me, finally
got to sleep. The things began happening. The first pain,
when it came, was so intense and piercing that, in
spite of myself, My God, I bit my lips till
a blood came, trying to stifle my cry. So I
shouldn't bought, Sarah. But my arm felt as though some
giant had broken it across his means. And then the
second one came, a blow that compressed my brain and
sent it spinning.
Speaker 3: Wow, God, what happened to me? Read there where? What
do you think, darling? Are you all right right? It's
five in the morning. You're still awing.
Speaker 1: Uh huh, Sarah, uh uh A dream? What a dream?
I felt like I was broken on the rack.
Speaker 3: I'll get you some aspen. You're coming down with something,
mark my words, coming.
Speaker 1: Down with something. All right, Tomorrow, first thing, I'll take
care of that, take care of what what I did
to my portal dummy. Tomorrow I'll go to the professor
and see if he can put alias together again. If
that what you want, never mind if it's what I
want or not, it's what must be done.
Speaker 3: So now you've made up your mind, maybe you could
sleep a little.
Speaker 1: What I am I am too late to change about
the dummy and me. But one thing it isn't too
late for is a child.
Speaker 3: If you all, well, what could I do with a child?
I already have one in my arms. Sleep a little darling, sleep,
and maybe we could find a new tomorrow.
Speaker 1: I could sleep now. The pains were all still there,
but dull and able to be forgotten. I nestled close
to Sarah, and she held me close, and suddenly it
came the blessed curtain of sleep, and the wonderful feeling
that all the decisions had been made, and the future smooth,
The way you did this to my creation. That's what
I paid for him for. He interested balance of wire
and joints. She gave him reality, and more than that,
the control of the eyes. The mouth had turned between
the taste, a model of the human figure, a scarce
step below actuality. He's been destroyed, the odd belief. It's vandalism.
It cannot be repaired. You must forgive me, Professor Manzini.
But my art is a lost art in yours? Maybe two?
What what you say if we live in a world
where miracle, illusion magic are forgotten, words and symbols mean
little more than what they state, We live in a
world where nothing that is said, no words, no statement,
means anything at all. If you are right about our profession,
I had my dissatisfactions too. It should let me put
it deeper into the recreation of form, the humanoid form,
the complete replica man him, So near genus, so near?
What are you saying? I have created a dummy? No, No,
forget that awful word. A robot half life size, capable
of everything, movement, reaction, everything, accept actual speech. By electronic control.
You can move this figure activated, make it sit or
stand up, end to make it speak that is beyond me.
Only a master of ventriloquism can affect that. Will you
lend your artistic talent to my mechanical genius and create
a new miracle? Need you ask? I'm I'm desperate and
you don't have to worry any longer. Genius here has
come with me a moment. Let me show you my
new masterpiece?
Speaker 3: There is.
Speaker 1: How do you like him? Why his face? It's the
exact image of mind that I had to have? A model?
Who better than you? Here? Take this control? Ask him
to get up and come to you. What do I
call him?
Speaker 3: Yeah?
Speaker 1: He's he's you to the life. And it's a great title,
the great genius and uh self, Yes that's its name. Self?
I'm famous. Will you come to me? Do you want
me to be your master? Why don't you make it?
I'm crying to but maybe I'm out of practice. I'll
cry again. Do you know me? Will you answer me
when I talk? If you tell me the answers? How
did you find the cargo? I just got off the
playing and there it was. I don't know if I
want the stumma propity elements are sensational. This is only
a working model. Let me build you the complete dummy,
as you'll thank me forever. I've told you, Professor, I
haven't the money here, say no, So I offer you
a propositions. Now build you a humanoid that will walk, move,
then jump, do anything you ask it to. That's my contribution,
or you must provide. Is the voice that is beyond me.
We go into a simple partnership. Fifty to fifty of
all our earns. You accept that I don't have to
put up any money to own a humanoid that moves
and acts like any other person. You will pay. Now leave,
I must get to work. I will finish self Rivedercy
Jeneis or RIVEDERTI how I know? I will call you
the moment she has finished. I don't know how to
thank you, Professor Mandy. Oh, yes, sometimes you need to
thank me. No when you want to. When I'm finished
with you, murderer assession to have killed one of my children,
that you will pay. I could have structural diad today
for what you did to one of mine. That I
stood my hand a little while. There have other plans
for you than just revenge, though the Professor's apparent kindness
is only a mask to hide his revenge for the
destruction of one of his creations. But how does he
expect to accomplish that? And what other plans does he
have in mind? I'll return shortly with that too. Then. Filoquism,
the name is a misnomer, since its Latin roots mean
simply speaking from the belly. In actual fact, do you?
Usion is produced by depressing the vocal cords, pulling the
tongue inside the mouth to create words, and by keeping
the lips from moving. Still practiced by a master, the
illusion is indistinguishable from reality, so much so that the
great English philosopher Henry Moore was moved to say, who knows,
But some of these counterfeit ventriloquists may prove true ones,
which is another way of saying which is the dummy
and which is the master. When I got home to
Sarah with the news about the new act and how
I was forward put me back in the headlines again,
she was less enthusiastic, and I'd hoped. Oh, I knew
she was pleased for me, But behind the pleasure and
the love in her eyes I could censor a darkness
or foreboding she couldn't hide.
Speaker 3: I'm so glad, paid you know what a fear so
old warrior, the professor is, I thought I never forgive.
Speaker 1: You for what you've done. D a masterpiece, so did die.
I think this new thing is building is what saved me. Well,
what do you mean now?
Speaker 3: It is an exact retic of me, like a twin brother.
Just as long as you'll be happy, You're not. Oh,
I don't know, Fred, the twenty's so big, so different.
Speaker 1: The other little fellow is like like a child, don't Sarah.
Speaker 3: I I wouldn't care if you drove a bus or
sew shoes or collected trash. At least, well, at least
i'd have you to myself.
Speaker 1: You've always had me, Sarah. There's never been anyone else,
no right women, I never had.
Speaker 3: To worry about, no matter how they gathered about you.
Speaker 1: You're a very handsome man. For it, I have to
be look at what I married, the most beautiful woman
in the world.
Speaker 3: That old lady like me. Since I first saw you,
there was nobody but you for me.
Speaker 1: Now you're regretted, Oh.
Speaker 3: Never, I It's just that I'm I'm so completely yours,
all of me. I I wish me sometimes I could
have you to myself the same way.
Speaker 1: But you'll do the dummies alias any of them. They
aren't your rivals, Darling, not in any way, are you shoot?
I raise my hand to God, Oh your Joe? Why not?
Speaker 3: Because you're only lying to him and to yourself, don't
you see, Fred? They're all your children, the children I
never had, the children I can't share.
Speaker 1: Mum. Why have you stuck with me all these years?
Speaker 3: Because I love you the part of you I've had.
I wish I, oh, how I wish I could have.
Speaker 1: Had all of you, Sarah. Listen, it's going to take
the professor a couple of months to finish the work
on myself. Sycapain can take care of all the bookings.
I've already talked to him and he's sure we got
a smash going. I got all the material I need,
and Joe and Irving can be running me up some
topical stuff. They'll do it on spec for me. So
why don't you and me just run away, run away
the spot, just so we have enough. Casure can borrow
enough to make it from you to the Bahamas Mexico.
Speaker 3: Fred, I can be packed tonight.
Speaker 1: We had nearly two months on an island in the
Caribbean where the beach from our cabin stretched as far
as you could look from left to right. The long walks,
the swims, the fish diet, and the simple local foods
trimmed me down and took five years off my looks.
Most of all, the peace and a strange transformation that
was happening inside my own mind. From the beginning, I'd
always known what Sarah meant by my split personality. From
the moment we landed on the island. I had set
myself to persuade her that it no longer existed, and
in the process I found that I no longer had
to persuade myself it was gone. I called a professor
only once during our long vacation, A bets a it
fed ghost Venus sco. Mistermitch, wonderful.
Speaker 2: Self is not yet finished.
Speaker 1: Good good. I mean only that I'm enjoying the only
vacation I've ever had my life.
Speaker 2: So if you to enjoy it to the full. When
I've completed your altery, girl, you'll have little time for play.
Speaker 1: You're that optimistic.
Speaker 2: I am that optimistic. I have an instinct about these things.
I think you will find yourself when you see your self.
I'll send you a message soon when I'm ready, you'll come.
Speaker 1: Straight back, sure, Professor show under the circumstances, I'm at
your command until I hear from your Joe. Riding back
to our each cottage. From the Nerve Pound where the phone,
I found a host of things running through my mind.
How happy and carefully the last week's been what they
had meant a Sorroh paramount overall was my return to
my own personal freedom, to being my own man, not
to have to depend on a fabrication of wood, steel
and wires to which I had left half my own
personality over which I had to split myself. It was
in that frame of mind I should have decided my life,
except when I got back home the decision wasn't mine.
Oh what is it, Sarah?
Speaker 3: Oh, I don't know what.
Speaker 1: I'm afraid to hope.
Speaker 3: I've heard you've got to get me to the hospital.
Speaker 1: What does it lead to now?
Speaker 3: Well, I think I'm making a better image for you
than Professor Manse, with all his skills, could ever make.
I think I'm pregnant with our childfraid, Oh, don't anything
happened to you?
Speaker 1: It was a wild, cryptical local airscript which hardened plane
and on internasaus. Sarah had spent two weeks in bed
there resting before we were allowed to return home. We
wouldn't have left them if it hadn't been for a
flurry of phone calls. The professor hadn't finished during a
shirre comist stop any maestro, gently gently each thing to
its own time. If you had a good vacation, you
look like a fellow. I just I picked up quite
a tan. That was your good wife, Sarah. Or she's
fine now. She didn't lose the churn. No, thank god,
it was just an early threatened miscarriage. But we got
the NASA on time. And I made a decision while
you were gone. Since we're breaking convention moving into a
new relationship, I made certain uh structural changes. All right,
what have you decide? You're the master builder and you
the master magician. Needed both of us to create the
illusion too, Just so long as it is illusion seniority
m pills in the middle battle of the laid table. Yeah,
do you need water? No, t just my po glicemen
one under the tongue. I have an old heart that
has been working too long. Think you, Is there anything
else I can get for you? Not any more than
you will be getting me very soon. H h yeah,
now I'm alright there you will you wish to meet
your old Why? Girl? You can imagine I'm dying to
meet the dummy, which will bring van prolocrism and me
backing up a spotlight again. They It will be the
same as before, except that now physically he is perfect.
You will move, work, perform any physical functions except talk.
That is where you are the creative ones.
Speaker 3: There's h.
Speaker 1: He's he's absolute perfection. How how could you tell him
from a human being? He cannot speak? Only you can
teach him that. Uh? Teach him well, Uh, provide him
with a voice and language. Should we dress them first?
By all means, let us grissom and then find out
what we have. Whereas the Bible would have said, what has.
Speaker 3: Been brought.
Speaker 1: Together? We dressed the flexible but unresponsive body, a body
so like mine, except so much younger and more perfect.
And all the while we worked this curious stealing, whenever
I glanced up to find myself looking at me, or
me looking at self. Finally, the moment was there to
animating too. Okay, this very small remote control you holding
your hand can make him do everything but speak. Let
me show you how the control works self. Would you
make us both a drink and Scotch and the rocks
for me as those cases for mister Jason. Fantastic should
be for the fact was Altoba. This is a replica
of a human being who could tell the difference to
no one. They accept us. He needs only one more
thing to make him complete. A those he's too terrifying.
What right have we to invest a complete human being
with a voice. It's the oldness he lacks. No, if
we are to be an act, there is something also
he lacks totally a brain, the power of thought, whatever
issue from his mouth or my thoughts, my words. Think
of the magic of it all, a figure able to
move exactly as a human engaged in a dialogue which
you alone control. But how is an audience conscious of that?
How do they know that there is any magic happening
before them? Because at the end of the act, or before,
however you build it, you turn this figure around so
and you open this door, and his back like that,
and he is revealed as a robot. A messageers can
springs the antipathies of a human a piece of machinery
constructed of moving parts. Something nags at me and tells
me that there's a flaw in this, or you have
a mountain of dits, how else do you repay them?
And I suppose I'm just a sentimental fool, but somehow
you you make me sound like faust. No right, this
is the only way I can dig myself out of
debt and start a future for my child. You have
an act, professor Janas himself. I'll start to work it
up immediately, and I hope it'll catch on. I know
it will. I have a feeling it will. But is
it the success I want? I wish I could be
sure of that. Another old time quote on Brentuilochism was
one that had an evil spirit speaking in his belly,
but supposed by some supernatural act the reverse were true,
that somehow the ventriloquist became the victim, and that the doll,
the dummy, the alter ego, tipped the scales and took
over from him. Let's see what happens. When I returned
with Act three, Janis himself were an instant hit. For
two months, the act was shaped and polished, and then
brought into New York were opened to raves. Show after
show was designed and built around them. International offers poured
in the countrywide tour was planned. Only two wrists in
the lute. The first had to do with Professor Manzini.
It was the day I was to pick up self
the math. Codd wanted to make a two final adjustments,
he said, And I had been working desperately to finally
come up with a voice that I hoped was completely humanoid.
Sarah Felder was so that my agent. I was anxious
to let the Professor hear it himself. But I never
had the chance. No answer. That's strange. He knew I
was coming. Why would he have gone out? Bap his heart? Professor,
Professor Mandanny, it's me Jane's professed. He was seated in
his old arm chair, headlonging to one side, one hand
over the chair as if to receive a pellet from
the bottle, held himself hand self himself was bent over
folds and the active fling it out of the already
open bottle. I took his pulse, quickly listened to his heart.
The Professor was dead. I stooped and picked up the
control box, depressing the button. You can straighten up Nowsel
give me the bottle. Thanks. When did he die? Of course?
How stupid of me? What a triumph you are that
I shall forget, even for a moment, at a moment
as crucial and heartbreaking as this, that you're only a dummy?
Isn't that right? Yes, Master, that's right. I shouldn't make
you call me that. Do you mind? Why should I mind?
Darn't you control me? Yes? I suppose I do, except
you seem so human and a little frightening because I'm
so much your two. Wait a minute, a lot of assist.
Attached to this note is a copy of my will
that makes you the executor and sole heir to all
my possessions. May they bring you all you deserve. I
have done everything in my power to make sure you
will get everything that's coming to you. And did you
hear that self? You're all mine now, I am all your.
Speaker 3: Wait a minute, don't be so signity. Let me tell
you tied.
Speaker 1: I'm sorry, Sarah, that's ale schedule. I just hope my
voice holds.
Speaker 3: Out and I got some lemon and honey for you
can drink.
Speaker 1: What would I do without you? Said?
Speaker 3: Why don't you give it all up?
Speaker 1: Who we do till the bills are paid.
Speaker 3: Well, not with what the professor's left.
Speaker 1: I don't want his money. I want my own.
Speaker 3: Oh what is it, honey, it's he kicked so much
these days, regular soccer players.
Speaker 1: It's got to be you take care of yourself and
don't worry about me. I don't want her have to
stop worrying about you.
Speaker 3: What else is that you're worried about, Freda Nothing, just
the grind. Well, you'll tell me. If it's anything.
Speaker 1: Else, I'll tell your What could I ever keep from you, Sarah?
But there were things I was keeping from Sarah. Things
I even tried to keep from myself. Something something strange
was happening, and react sometimes I thought of blank out
on the stage. There would be periods when I was
never sure exactly what had been said, and then there
was a growing pressure on my throat, creating a voice
that was unnatural for a ventriloqus, no matter how natural
it might be to the audience. I went to my
doctor about it, and you'd buy his wrist, but that
was impossible with the contracts I had to fulfill. I
took my problem. Mister Sarah.
Speaker 3: You mean he talked without you.
Speaker 1: I don't know Sarah and seeing that way, but how
well you know the old routine? Just to take for example,
where I say where were you born? He says in
a hospital? And I say why, and he says, because
I wanted to be near my mother. I've done it
so often his change seems completely authentic. But last night,
the strangest thing happened like it's happened before. I think
only maybe I'm crazy. I asked the question where were
you born?
Speaker 2: And he answered, oh, who cares about me? Where were
you born?
Speaker 1: And I said in a hospital? And he said why?
And I said because I wanted to be near my mother.
It's it's crazy turned upside down, top to turvy, like
he controlled me.
Speaker 3: I said, You've got to quick. It isn't worth it anymore.
Speaker 1: You're killing yourself. Why didn't I listen to her? But
there was a child to think of In the usual
obsession money. The climax came at the end of my
engagement of the music hall. These moments of blanking out
in the middle of the actor become more and more frequent,
and so had the visits for the doctor for my horseness.
It took all my strength to go on this performance.
Except that I knew Sarah was in the audience. I
loaded myself with pet pills, goggled, drank coffee by the gallon,
and made my appearance. But I was so grugged shaken
out of myself that the performance was strictly by a
rope routine mechanical until So, do you think that's funny?
Speaker 3: Do you because I help it?
Speaker 1: What do you mean? Do you think I think? Very wrong? Time?
You'll learn to thank for yourself. Okay, if we have
to pretend we're doing this silly ventriloquist act, I don't
sit on your knee. Not so silly a thing to say.
It's like everything else I get to why not just
as big as I am, butt be ridiculous, not anymore
than the rest of this act? Anyway? Why do you
always get to sit down and I have to stand?
Don't get mad. I'm not the one who's crazy and
you have to be if I sound that way, all right?
If you want to set down them all up, come on,
thank you, daddy. Isn't it just like old times? It's
too cunny, boy? When they're all gray skuys, What can
they all be? Daddy? Let them all be gray skuys.
What did I do with him? You make them blue?
That's my name? Funny boy? What about your friend? Why
in the moment.
Speaker 3: I had a trouble proposition It's something terrible and for
a long while, so well, how could I stop a boy?
The audience was can car behind you? I had gone
terribly all about me and that also seen it happens
only in active dreams, was taking trade right up here
in the state, right where my high schood, making a
school run down and seemingly powerless discount.
Speaker 1: And all a final unbelievable moment. Let me offer you
the promatic pool of what you're known from the beginning.
But despite the evidence of your eyes, here's and all
the other senses that is on this stage only one
living man myself the others turn around, so the writer's
living war But the world has ever known are humanoid,
complete and ever since except that here his voiceless Now
I opened the back over here, not right, not a
human but the mechanical contrivance of human engenuity. What's the matter, Well,
this is not your n jeeves. Why don't you turn
around and let the audience know the truth?
Speaker 3: Turn drumble.
Speaker 1: Ress all bress No what then see the truth?
Speaker 3: The ordiance reacted is always as the door in the
dummy's back swung open. My reaction was horrifyingly difference because
the door that had been opened was not in the
dummy back, but for twenty years of near his life had.
Speaker 1: Been my husband. What happened off their self? Since we
are alone and the time is right, I will reveal
myself professor none other. I can't tell you how many
bodies I've used, stolen a soul from them to house
my own, the only children ever had, and my puppets,
my marionettes, my dummies. When you murdered Alius, I made
up my mind to take your body and punish you
in the process. I've had my revenge. I told you
in my will i'd make sure you got everything that
was coming to you. I think I kept my promise.
I will not finish the curse that was laid on me.
As quite specific, I must signed a body to occupy
for at least ten years before I make an exchange
or descent, whoever lasting hell. When I've taken from you
will serve you have your choice, continue as a voiceless dummy,
or destroy yourself I couldn't tell her. What's I have
no more use for either of you. I behave. Oh,
missus Goldstein, you might need this. What is the control
box to make your husband move? I'll even leave you
his voice since it's become so hoarse and unpleasant. Ideal
I've had my revain.
Speaker 3: What am I to do with this?
Speaker 1: Fred?
Speaker 3: Are you a roboty? Now?
Speaker 1: I was I should be, except that God is merciful
and evil doesn't always fly him. Well, what do you mean?
I don't know exactly, but listen to me?
Speaker 3: Are you sound like my friend again?
Speaker 1: I feel like you're old Fred again, and not so old.
I'm aware of blood coursing through my veins. My heart
is pumping, my brain moving and reacting. Look at me, Sarah,
Is there a door in my back?
Speaker 3: No?
Speaker 1: No, but how beyond me to explain. Except every time
before that ghoul stole another body. The soul was lost
till this time because there was already a body made
in my image from my soul to invest Then you
are my friends. Thanks to God. Even my voice is back,
most of all my voice. That's the greatest Sireny of all.
Speaker 3: What do you mean? Garding?
Speaker 1: For months, I kept it from you, But now I
don't need to anymore. He self, the Professor, whatever he
was or is, stole my body and left me the
image to dwell in now, and by so doing saved
my life and condemned himself. The body he left me
is new and capable of long life. My body that
he stole has less than a month to live it
has I had endurable cancer of the larynx. Oh, the
collapse of a star and his disappearance from the stage
with a three day wonder in the press, But the
public is sickle. Within weeks the Great Janus was out
of mind. Fred's in real estate, now happy to forget
Janice the Great, and Sarah has provided a new member
for the act, a lusty young son whose voice as
all the range of his father's, at least in decibels,
if not in trickery. I'll be back shortly. As for
that mysterious and indefinable character, the Professor, whoever he was,
his car went out of control on the Harlem River
drive and plunged into the canal. Since he could not swim,
Whether or not his life might have been saved will
never be answered, since by that time his larynx was
so deeply infected by the growth that strangled it he
had no voice to cry for help. Our cast included
Victor Jury, Amsy Strickland, and Brett Morrison. The entire production
was under the direction of Hymon Brown. And now a
preview of our next tale. Look here, mm more doubloons.
Wonder how many he's got me? Just a few, he says,
Old Silence Back's supposed to have had thousands of 'em.
But even if that old room's full of them, I
wouldn't go near it with an army. He'd gotten over
his scare, no, and I never will. That was the
awfulest thing I ever saw, That poor half of them
pulled under the water by some fang. And what it
did look like what I saw it was a kind
of red color around and fat, and it had the
horns kind of sticking out in front, like uh, like feelers.
He ain't no such thing, Johnny back upon that Billy Lee,
I saw a thing, you say, The new owner's showing
up to Borrower specs so, and let me tell you
stay away from the leak and keep them away from
it too. Radio Mystery Theater were sponsored in part by
Time Magazine and Bulick Mocher Division. This is V. G.
Marshall inviting you to return to our Mystery Theater for
another adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.