Speaker 1: The CBS Radio Mystery Theater presents.
Speaker 2: Come in.
Speaker 1: Or welcome. I'm a g Marshall. It might occur to
you that since I lived so much in the world
of the macabre, I could become jaded. Nothing could be
further from the truth. For the deeper I delve into Satanism,
the oicult, the mystical history of the past, the more
I realize how little I know, how much is yet
to be revealed. An example, this tale, a quiet and
unassuming one, but filled with such brooding and haunting terror
that I'm sure you will carried with me. I love you,
but we have different states to help. With faith and church,
I will still make your mind.
Speaker 3: Never can never in this world and.
Speaker 1: In the next. If I cannot have you alive, No,
what shall you'll s forgive me for what I do?
Don't yours too? Later? What not you uld God have?
Speaker 4: Neither faith will ever forgive, Oh w.
Speaker 1: Our Mystery Drama Never in this world We've written especially
for the Mystery Theater about Ian Martin and stars Alexander Scrby.
Speaker 5: According to legend, if a man.
Speaker 1: Walked withershins about a church, he would walk right into
the arms of the devil. The word withershins is of
Gaelic derivation and means to walk contrary to the path
of the sun or counterclockwise. This is the story of
an American of Scottish background who, on an idle fancy,
challenged the legend at the beginning of this century and
stirred up old ghosts from two centuries before.
Speaker 6: He Now, al right, mister Bloge, you and now to handle.
Speaker 7: The bag e I'll take care of that, miss cambl.
Speaker 6: Now take my aunt David his step down.
Speaker 1: Jack, don't be foolish, Lucy, I can manage by myself
after the thieves.
Speaker 3: You've been through right at depth door.
Speaker 1: I only had the influenza, and that was months ago.
Speaker 6: By what amount to do? A nervous breakdown?
Speaker 3: That's why we're up here again.
Speaker 1: Doctor Chambers is an old fusspot of nervous breakdown, just
plain debilitation, dehydration, cause, no matters, no matter. I'm I'm
grateful to him. Just the same. Oh, smell that good
New Hampshire air.
Speaker 6: Never mind smelling, it's real.
Speaker 3: It's chilly as always. You get right in the.
Speaker 1: Good time and good times. First of all, a little walk,
I think I'll uh stroll on down. See how Ephraim
weathered last winter.
Speaker 3: But that steps nearly a mile's walk.
Speaker 1: Ooh, just a stroll. Now I'm back in the country.
It's good to stretch my legs after being pent up
these last years in the city.
Speaker 6: You walk slowly here and be sure to be back
here for dinner on time.
Speaker 1: You know I don't like to be kept waiting. Yes, dear,
I know, M married twenty four years to a good woman. Oh,
no doubt about Lucy being that if he reminds me
of it often enough. A placid on the eventful life,
successful business, one child, the delight of my life, the
rest of it floating along in a rut like an
autumn leaf on the muddy waters and a wheel track.
Fifty ish, baddish and feeblish. After my first brush with death, Yes,
I found I didn't have to be told to walk slowly.
I had to on my way to see my old friend,
the Reverend e from being I'm come in, Come in
and hold I come quickly Revelations, Chapter twenty two. Father,
even I believe the right reverend ee from being at
your fellas. Don't tell me I've changed that much. Bless
so my sight is.
Speaker 7: Getting to be a cautious Now where are my spectacler?
Speaker 1: Try your forehead? Oh yeah, deep bit camble by top
it is it?
Speaker 8: Not?
Speaker 1: It is? Indeed, we'll come in, come in, come in. Man.
Speaker 7: Oh hey, I I see You'll.
Speaker 1: Look in the thing, Sit you down and I'll refresh
you with a glassisiider.
Speaker 7: And and you must tell me off.
Speaker 1: Uh, not much to tell A long bout with influenza.
Speaker 7: Is a plague on the whole country this year. Yeah,
you'll uh have a glass.
Speaker 1: It looks just the ticket. I but tell me about
your in this sea influenza epidemic this year, the good
Lord knows, has been widespread and very virulent enough in
my case like to have carried me off. But for
some some last moment's strength, I gathered somewhere and so
got my reprieve or tell me when?
Speaker 7: When was its onset?
Speaker 1: The day afternoon Year's good heavens, and it's lasted all
the way now into August.
Speaker 6: Uh.
Speaker 1: The term itself was brought under control months ago and
finally washed from my system with a curious aftermath, A
kind of disease it or if you want, on the
ease of the mind, afflicted me. The medical term of choice,
I suppose would be your nervous breakdown. Well, my good friend,
I'm glad youurreton. We must shake these shadows from the
corner of your soul. If they still persist. I put
as good a face on it as I can. But yes,
even they do persist. But something even more than that, something,
some inner voice called me back here ey for what
I don't know. Sh Shall I tell you what haunts
and tortures me? And why I was so glad that
Lizabeth was not to come, Because I don't know whether
it is for good or evil. I only know it
must be.
Speaker 7: Rememberising, Oh, unto them that call evil.
Speaker 1: Good and golods evil. Not that that That's not what
I said, not in so many words. But look deep
in your heart, David, and ask yourself if somewhere, somehow
the thought is not there. Walking back from the Reverend
Beans on that early August afternoon, I got long and
deeply trying to find, with his suggested key some door
to unlock my long depression. But neither then or und
succeeding walks longer and longer as I grew stronger, could
I find an answer to the strange call which tugged
at me, but gave me no intimation which way to
follow and find the answer.
Speaker 3: But where do you go on these long rambles of yours?
Speaker 1: Oh? No, very In particular, I'd just like to walk,
to listen to the drows of the bees, feel the
wind in my face.
Speaker 3: The wind, Oh, yes, the first thing we know.
Speaker 6: You'll be back with the influenza again if you don't
stop exposing yourself to the chill.
Speaker 1: I doubt it that's past.
Speaker 6: You're still determined to go off on this job today?
Speaker 1: Yes, now I feel strong enough. I've always wanted to
go back up to the Devil's Glen.
Speaker 6: Uh.
Speaker 1: So many happy times there with Elizabeth when she was
a child.
Speaker 6: Well, you have your lunch all packed up at Martha
and ate for you.
Speaker 1: Yes, Lucy, Now.
Speaker 3: Don't dilly dally till too late.
Speaker 6: Martha says, a rheumatism is acting up, and that means
a thunderstorm is on the way.
Speaker 1: It was a glorious Sunday afternoon, and after lunching at
the Devil's Glen and basking a while in happy old memories,
I was tempted to walk just a little farther up
the trail. I'd never taken before. I followed the stream
a little, and then the trail bent into the woods.
All of a sudden I broke from the tree these
into a clearing, in the center of which stood the
ruins of an old church and a weed covered graveyard
beside it. After pottering around, greeting some of the weathered headstones,
the cursed whim struck me. I had not been to
church that morning, and on an impulse, as if obeying
some order from beyond imagining, before heading for home, I
was driven to circle the church twice with the shims,
perhaps recalling some ancient dare as a boy that I'd
refused to take because of legend. No danger before me,
except that I was suddenly swept by a wave of exhaustion.
With a sigh, I sat on a little bench, stretching
out my legs. I found that my feet were resting
on the edge of a flat tombstone I could bear.
They make out the legend Josse Ribero, these bones lie
here in an alien land, the life struck down by
mine own hand. With heavy lided eyes, I tried to
trace the date etched in Roman numerals, but a great
crack across the stone obscured some of the characters, and besides,
by that time I I found myself asleep.
Speaker 4: Dear Hoose, I cannot never.
Speaker 1: You. You must you love me.
Speaker 4: I love you, but we we are a different faith, the.
Speaker 1: Devil with faith in church. I will still make you mind.
You never can never in this world than in the next.
If I cannot have you alive, no one shall your
support to give me for what I do Now. Oh yo,
it was too late.
Speaker 6: It's not you.
Speaker 1: That God see the face will ever forgive no my
h r. I was literally galvanized awake by a pulse
of light from which must have hit the tree. It
was dark, and the thunder continued to grumble menacingly. So
with what wit were left to me, I flit the
dream of the storm and ran pell mell for home.
Letting myself end, I could hear my wife hactor in
poor Martha in the kitchen about something. Gratefully, I stole upstairs,
leaving my dripping great coat. I shut my bed door
behind me, locking it with some strange reflex. Found a
match not too wet to strike, and fumbled with cold
fingers to light the lamp. I trimmed the wick and
put the chimney back. Then I turned up the lamp
and checked my pocket watch. Still time for dinner. At
least Lucy could not complain of that. Now, holding the lamp,
I crossed to the mirror, and God in Heaven, who
was that that dark, fierce, lean and saturnine face of
a stranger whose eyes burned into mine as he looked
back at me from the mirror.
Speaker 6: Oh?
Speaker 7: Indeed, dark lean, certainly not the reflection.
Speaker 1: Of red hair melancholy. But gentle David Campbell, Who else, then? Why?
And how can a childish superstition about rounding a church
the wrong way really raise up the devil? And return
shortly with that too? As fascinated as the moth might
be held by the lamp he holds in his hand,
David Campbell is transfixed by the reflection in the mirror,
the reflection of a man he has never seen before,
who differs from him in every respect. Dark brown eyes
for blue, a great beaked nose for his straight one,
dark curling hair instead of the familiar soft, straight, reddish
hair already receding from his brow. Other things too, He
is conscious of that his clothes hang loosely on him,
too short, in the sleeve lengths and the elastic bands,
and his trousers stretch to the making to accommodate his
extra height. But far more than the physical shock is
the profound terror of finding himself someone other than himself.
David is David? Are you in there? David? Why have
you locked this door? Why? Indeed, Lucy only thank god
I did time, precious time to figure out why? What
am I going to say? What can I say?
Speaker 3: Really, David, this is too mortifying.
Speaker 1: Help you.
Speaker 3: You must be in there.
Speaker 1: Why don't you answer I I'm I'm not feeling myself
right now.
Speaker 4: Let me in. I wanna help.
Speaker 1: The only way you can help is, oh, alright, I
I I'll let you in if if you do something
for me first. Well, now, please don't think I'm being unreasonable.
It's terribly important. I'm pushing a key under the door.
You see it, Yes, it's the key to the old
road top ask in my study. I want you to
open it on the left hand side, the first row
of pigeonholes. Pull them to you and they'll slide out.
There's a secret compartment there. Inside it is a letter.
Get the letter and bring it back to me here.
But I never please do as I ask. There's no
other way, no other way for what When you bring
it back you'll see or maybe by some miracle, or
this won't be necessary. It took some more urging, but
finally Lucy left on her errand for myself. I returned,
hoping against hope, to the mirror, no question, to outward
view and sound. I was a different man, But that
different man was only a prison which still held David Campbell.
The inner man was still the same. But how to
convince anyone else there? Oh, David, David, I'm bes Yes,
you see? Did you find it? There's no stamp? Instead
two cupid hearts drawn by penn with an arrow piercing
them together. Right.
Speaker 3: Yes, When I was young and bulish, I used to
do that.
Speaker 1: One heart has the letters LCM in it, the other DMC.
Of course, but David is aird. We both, but nobody
else knows about this letter. I hope so it begins. David.
I know you want to, but I'm tired of waiting
for you to ask me. If we are to be
in love, why shouldn't we be married? If you won't
ask me, I'll ask you.
Speaker 6: I see it hasnam I hear really, these family secret
shouldn't be spoken out loud.
Speaker 1: We have to be otherwise you wouldn't be able to do.
Speaker 6: It to David, I can't stand this nonsense anymore. Open
this door immediately, or I'll have to send for a doctor.
Speaker 1: Very well, only only wait just a moment before you
come in. Oh, do stop it.
Speaker 3: Open the door.
Speaker 1: And then you see. Now what can happen?
Speaker 3: Lamp, David, I can, I can scarcely see.
Speaker 1: That's quite delivery on my part. Come in and close
the door up.
Speaker 3: Oh very well, l.
Speaker 6: Now would you mind telling me what all this thistle
fable is about? Key secret drawers, old letter?
Speaker 1: A matter of proof? I want to be sure you
know who I am?
Speaker 3: What's what's the matter with your voice? Have you got
cold in the rain?
Speaker 1: I might say, I've caught a devil by the tail
or perhaps the other way around.
Speaker 6: I think i'd better get the doctor.
Speaker 1: I think we'd better wait first till what for what
I'm about to show you? When I turn up the lamp.
Just remember that I am David as I turn up
the lamp and let you see.
Speaker 5: Oh oh no, they've no no, no, who oh David?
Speaker 1: What what can I say? I don't know. Whatever you
feel would be best. Talk to me as honess clear
as you can.
Speaker 3: For really, how can I Why not?
Speaker 1: Because I because now that you face the actuality, you're
not sure, are you? You're not sure? It's me?
Speaker 3: Well, how can you blame me?
Speaker 1: I mean cold? Don't leave this room, stay where you are.
Speaker 6: Don't you dare make a move toward me or I'll
scream the house down.
Speaker 3: We're not alone, you know.
Speaker 6: Your brother George and his friends are all downstairs, and
mister Blooded the.
Speaker 1: Game people with Lucy. I don't blame you for being
scared and very brave at the same time. But the
lies are not necessary and they're not lies. The house
is full. Besides us, there is only poor old Martha.
My brother George has been dead for five years. Blodget
runs a general goods store and lives well over half
a mile from us. And I am no stranger, no
matter how I look. I'm your husband of twenty four years,
twenty five come this November twenty third, No matter how
I look. Oh, what are we gonna?
Speaker 7: What are we going to sit out?
Speaker 1: Darling? Don't die of me. Some way we'll find a
way to straighten things out. I'm not worried about you.
Somehow you brought this on yourself.
Speaker 3: I mean, what are we going to do, Lizabeth and Knight?
Speaker 1: What what on earth can we say to people?
Speaker 3: How can we live to sound?
Speaker 1: I think there are more serious problems here to be considered. First.
Speaker 3: I'm not capable of solving them.
Speaker 6: You need a doctor of oh or put perhaps a minister.
I'm going to make up a spare room where you
can sleep tonight, whoever or whatever you are. Then I'll
bring your dinner up to you, and tomorrow this thing. Tomorrow,
I'm going to the Reverend Dean and tell him everything.
Maybe he can make heads or tails of it.
Speaker 3: I can't.
Speaker 1: Lucy spoke about you suffering some sort of change that
oh oh, I I bless my soul. Yes, yes, yes,
indeed you do find me changed without a doubt. I'm
rather sorry. I've got to bring my spectacles for once.
Do you recognize me by any chance?
Speaker 7: Uh?
Speaker 1: Not? While I wear these? I think I should remove
them and the shock will be less profound. David, and
you you do believe I am David, I am a
man of faith. But my looks, my boys, shock, I admit,
and seeing all too clearly, Yes, David, I I accept
you for who you are. But how can you because
you as me to tell me how have you suffered
this change? I could feel the sting of tears behind
my stranger's eyes at the simple kindness of this good
man's face and his friendly trust. I told him what
little I could at my walk that day, of my
discovering the ruined church, of my sudden weirdiness, my sitting
by the grave of the man named cors ra Berro,
my falling asleep, and the waking to the lightning striking
the tree, and all the while I told him, the
hope in my heart was sinking slowly as I watched
the expression on that open face, too ingenuous to hide
any emotion or thought or say the barrow. Yes, never
heard of him, rauh, any such family here. You don't
believe me? After all? Did I say that? You didn't
have to? I believe the transformation. I believe that, no
matter how you look or sound, you are, my dear friend,
David Campbell. Ah other things are something else? Again? What
other things?
Speaker 7: I've lived here all my life in Camplworth, Man, and boy,
I know this country like the back of my hand.
Speaker 1: That no doubt. No one knows it, Betsy from me,
but just.
Speaker 9: J J.
Speaker 1: Just what are you getting at the church ruined or
otherwise the clearing of the forest the graveyard a man
named Jose Ribero. I tell you this solemnly, since I
know every tree and trace of all that area. David,
my old friend, there's simplease, no such place. No but
any protestation of mind swaying from that stand, the must
admit he had shaken me. There was no recourse. I
must return there and see for myself. Easier decided than accomplished.
These days, Lucy watched me like a hawk, and of
course I dared not show myself in front of Martha,
to whom I would be an unexplained stranger in the house.
But finally the day came.
Speaker 6: David, I it's a matter. You see nothing. It's just
so so difficult to call you by name. When looking
at you, I cannot recognize the man I'm married.
Speaker 1: And yet what.
Speaker 3: Come to the light A moment. Yes, I do believe.
Speaker 6: I think perhaps you're starting to change back.
Speaker 1: Oh, don't hope too much.
Speaker 6: I suppose it's just an illusion that I'm growing used to. No, no, no,
I I will never get used to it. Now I
I have to go marketing.
Speaker 3: Don't leave the room. Martha is an house.
Speaker 1: Just don't lock me in. I can't stand that. Give
me the key.
Speaker 3: Promise you won't do anything foolish.
Speaker 1: Shat I can promise with all my heart. And as
soon as I saw if I was blood at drive
us the arf, I stole down the stairs, past Martha,
busy in the kitchen, and fled down the street. By
the time I reached the Devil's Glen it was late afternoon,
a hazy day, with the sun trying to burn through
a low cloud cover. I hastened up the path, I remembered,
holding my breath, and suddenly there I was back in
the familiar clearing the ruined church, the grave yard, the
shade tree part blackened by the lightning bolt that had
hit it, the tortured, broken tombstone twisted with a huge crack,
beside the seat I had sat in. Only one thing
was different. As I approached. On the seat, still as death,
leaning on a stick, as though waiting, was the figure
of a woman whose poles suggested incredible age, but at
one and the same moment, a timeless beauty. Her head
was shrouded in a veil, so this was only an impression.
As I approached her, A am I intruding, of course not.
I hope you will forget me. But I've been ill
and I I I would like to sit down. May
I join? You need to to.
Speaker 4: Ask fit by darling, by me. It is so long
that I've waited for you. But I knew that somehow,
at the last you would come back.
Speaker 1: Fantasy or reality, that actual meeting in an actual place,
or some strange fixation of the mind. And if so,
on whose part, David or the woman who turns casting
the veil aside A face that is at once as
lovely as it is ancient, A woman who with eyes
half shut, might appear to the beholder, as she does
to David, the loveliest and most desirable thing in the world.
I'll return shortly with that. Three the sun suddenly drop
behind the horizon, and in the half light of twilight,
the age is washed away from the woman's face. Her
gray eyes fastened on David are wide and shining with love.
But to him, lovely as it is, it is a
stranger's face. His memory, as he will, he cannot remember
ever having seen it. Before, although the voice stirs some
viagrant chord of memory. You know me?
Speaker 4: How can you ask such a question?
Speaker 1: Hoose, My name is not Jse, not yet perhaps, but
it will be.
Speaker 7: You.
Speaker 1: You think I look like someone you once knew.
Speaker 4: I know you do, but look are unimportant?
Speaker 1: I know you are? You called me Jose the man
you think I am? Do you mean Josse Ribero?
Speaker 4: I mean Hose Ribero, man.
Speaker 1: Who's buried in this grave, who says he took his
life with his own hand.
Speaker 4: Who took his life with his own hand, But who
is no longer in that grave? Where is he that
sitting beside me on this bench?
Speaker 1: Me?
Speaker 4: It's the living image, but.
Speaker 1: Only an image, not the man, the being himself. Not yet.
It takes time. No, you don't understand. I'm not the
way I look on someone else. My name is David Campbell.
I don't look this way at all.
Speaker 4: If you don't want to look yourself, that can happen
too in time. Ah, it all takes time. But the
moon is not hit at the full and I cannot
stay any longer.
Speaker 1: No wa, wait, wait, there are so many questions I
need to ask you.
Speaker 4: You mean David Campbell is the one who wants to
ask the question.
Speaker 1: Of course, that's who I am, this other this course
revert I I I can't read the day on his tombstone,
but he must have died a long time ago.
Speaker 4: Long and not so long, two hundred years to be exact.
Speaker 1: And he looked like me, at me as I am.
Speaker 3: Now you could be one and the same.
Speaker 1: How can you be so sure? Because we loved, because
I should have been his wife. But that means that you.
Speaker 4: You have to br I must go now it's almost dark.
I can tell you more if you wish, as much
as you can.
Speaker 6: The top rand.
Speaker 4: Come to Tea Thursday, but not the four twilight part
the church. Take the path to the left, down to
the waterfall. It's the second house, white clock that you
come in, almost underneath the waterfall itself.
Speaker 1: Oh wait a minute, I I don't even know your name.
Speaker 4: I can't you to remember all.
Speaker 9: Pruden?
Speaker 4: Remember Pruden, Penny Pecker.
Speaker 9: Killed Masca, Prudence, Prudence.
Speaker 1: I was suddenly conscious that the night was pitch black.
Flecks of light floated behind my eyes, as they might
when closing the lids after watching a shooting star. A
certain idea crossed my mind, but in the dark. It
wasn't feasible. Besides, I would be in enough battle there
with Lucy being late to dinner as it was. It
could wait till Thursday. I was convinced I knew the
answered anyway to that one question. The others I could
hardly wait to pose. I thought I had enough problems
on my head. Yes, I didn't reckon on the others
that were about to rise.
Speaker 3: I just can't stand it any longer.
Speaker 6: David, if you are David, going on with this charade,
so I've made all the arrangement.
Speaker 1: Wait a minute, Wait a minute, what charade? What do
you mean?
Speaker 6: I can't make up any more lies or half truth
or excuses about you. Martha can't understand why if you're ill,
she can't bring a tray up to you side blodge it.
And the others in the village can't imagine if you
don't need.
Speaker 3: A doctor, why you stay cooped up.
Speaker 6: Oh. I could go on and on, but I don't
intend to. I've spent the day packing us up. We're
going back to Boston, take you to doctor Chambers or
whoever he recommends, and get you the treatment you need.
Speaker 1: I'm not leaving here before the end of the week,
you go to Boston and get a good look at
the world you think is turned right side up, then
come back. I have a feeling that within the week
I'll know where the future lies, or if there is
any at all for me. Oh, really reverent being you,
You didn't have to have me over for meals all
the time like this, and the idea was for your
housekeeper to drop them off at my play Well she
did a couple of times, but it's easier this way
and provides me companionship. Besides, I had to see you
today in order to write a shock and piece of
information I gave you. Ooh about what your ruined church
and graveyard?
Speaker 8: H A.
Speaker 1: I I've been searching through are church records, unfortunately very
scanty and full of gaps, But I find I was wrong.
There was indeed a church, and I have no doubt
a graveyard on or about just such a sight as
you mentioned. How I could ever have missed its ruins myself?
I probably so overgrown you could never find them? Well, then,
how could you? Because I was intended to find them?
He why you if for no better reason than I
walked about the church with the Shians with the shins
with this. Ah. Yeah, ancient Gaelicican who with a devil,
he's a first compact. To begins, he first must chat us.
H the churcher with a shin say anonymously, do you
uh believe in the devil? David? Do we believe in God?
If there is one, there has to be the other.
I believe I've made an unwitting fact with the second.
Now now now even dranton that you can still be
saved if you were indeed the kind of reincarnation of
Senor reveal if I remember his names rightly?
Speaker 6: Do you to?
Speaker 4: Then?
Speaker 1: More and more you are throwing off his influence and
retiring to yourself. O h Or, David, I did there
The sun makes your hair seem full red again, and
you are getting back your own nice, comfortable roundly. Look.
So there's still hope for me, always has been. You
say there was such a church though, as I have described, Oh,
dear me, Yes, Builton, established in sixteen ninety five by
one hire Um Pennypacker.
Speaker 7: Pennypacker as a curious old.
Speaker 1: Name, very common about these paths once still for that matter, h,
Now you're join me for dinner? No, he from good
old friend. I think I will make out for myself
this evening. Will I see you later? I'm not sure.
I may decide to take a long, long sleep tonight.
If Lucy stew back in the morning.
Speaker 7: Ah, then I'll be shotting along.
Speaker 1: If I have a feeling of something undone, Eh, have
I forgotten anything? You've forgotten nothing, not even me who
little deserved to be remembered. Good Bye, old friend. This
was the Thursday, and for my own reasons, I must
be early. As soon as Ephraim was gone, I headed
for the Devil's Glen and beyond. I went first straight
to the graveyard in the glare of this sinking afternoon sun.
It took me some time to find it. A simple
head start with a simple legend, Prudence Pennypacker, seventeen sixty
five seventeen eighty nine. But she is in her grave,
And oh the difference to me. That quotation from Wordsworth
shocks me beyond belief, for the subject of his lament
over a lost love was for a girl named not
Prudence but Lucy. From the grave, with a sense of urgency,
I found my way down the path to the house
beneath the water poor and to the girls who had
been buried two hundred years ago. And to the end
of it all, I hoped at last you are late.
Speaker 4: Things have come up.
Speaker 3: There won't be time for.
Speaker 1: Teas not too late for some explanations.
Speaker 4: Ugh, that depends on what you consider an explanation.
Speaker 1: Who was or is Prudence Pennypacker and Josse Robo? What
were they to each other? And where do we fit
in that?
Speaker 6: That?
Speaker 3: That's came quite a lot.
Speaker 1: No, not in my mind. As far as I can discover,
both you and jose have been buried for two hundred years.
I'm still alive, even if I'm locked like a hermit
crab in another man's shell. Where do I go from here?
Or you? Or else or all of us?
Speaker 4: I can answer some question. Hoossey? What a very romantic
Portuguese who fled the dictator king, who was sawting the
nobility with his knowledge of languages and education. He became
my father's secretary.
Speaker 1: Your father was the minister of the ruined Church of
the Hill.
Speaker 4: Yes, whosey fell in love with me and we wanted
to be married, but we were a different faith.
Speaker 1: And what the dream?
Speaker 9: What the dream?
Speaker 1: I first dreamt sitting on the bench by your lover's grave,
before the tree, and for all I know, I was
struck by lightning? Did did he really murder you and
kill himself?
Speaker 4: If I could not have him? I wanted to die
for him, just as he wanted to die for me.
Because of my father and my faith, I was buried
in concentrated ground. But because he took his own life
and was in appostate whose was married in unhallow, out grounded,
he was forced to wander forever until he could find
some other body.
Speaker 1: Not owned by the devil.
Speaker 4: I chose to share his exile, waiting for the moment
when he could.
Speaker 1: And when I risked an old superstition and went about
the church the wrong way, he entered into my life,
my body.
Speaker 4: He took your body, not your soul that is still
yours to command h but it so much to hold
on to. Would you not rather come with me that
love and forever to love and be loved, no matter
who you are.
Speaker 1: Or what your name is. I want to, and I don't.
I'm afraid. Maybe I can still find my way back
to what I was. They'll go ahead.
Speaker 4: God, Perhaps you can, if that's really what you want.
But just remember you can have it for only a
brief moment with me, It could be all eternity.
Speaker 1: David.
Speaker 3: Oh God, I've been so worried.
Speaker 1: Where have you been, to the edge of beyond?
Speaker 6: What does that mean?
Speaker 1: It doesn't matter? Oh what brought you home so soon?
Speaker 3: This books?
Speaker 6: She was so worried about you, And I'm so glad
now I came.
Speaker 1: Are you?
Speaker 6: Yes, I you look wonderful, your old soph again, aren't you?
Speaker 1: Oh? Yes, yes, Lucy.
Speaker 6: We must start building you up with right food and rest.
Speaker 4: Right. Yes, Lucy, it's a positive miracle.
Speaker 6: We you look exactly, but yourself again gets all over,
isn't it? Whatever it was your David Candle again, Yes, Lucy,
just the way you always were.
Speaker 1: Yes, Lucy. Oh, I could look in the mirror and
there I was. Day by day my looks had returned
to exactly what I had been to begin with. What
I had neither the heart to tell Lucie or perhaps
even faith myself, was that as my physical form remade
itself outside, so inside my soul, my character, and my
personality name of what you want was bewitched out of itself.
The passion, the hanger, and violent emotion that ran within
me was almost more than I could re straight, and
I knew it would never be satisfied till I had
and owned prudence. I would destroy everything for that, you see, Elizabeth,
even myself. I was possessed, damned forever. When David Campbell
suddenly disappeared, it was the Reverend Ephram Bean who led
the search. A deep instinct told the old man David
had returned to the graveyard and the ruined church, but
was never found. What was found was David's body, floating
in a pool underneath a small waterfall, not far above
the Devil's Glen. The body lies buried now in one
of Boston's most exclusive cemeteries. The body where the soul
has gone? Is another question, and entirely I'll be back shortly.
Speaker 8: Mm.
Speaker 1: So let us end this tale, as the Reverend e
from Bean might, with a quotation from Shakespeare out of
a play named The Tempist. Our rebels now are ended.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and
our little life is rounded with a sleep. Our cast
included Alexander Scurby, Laurie march Ian Martin, and Marion Sellis.
The entire production was under the direction of Hymon Brown
and now a preview of our next tale. Oh who
are you?
Speaker 4: I'm the girl who gambled and lost.
Speaker 1: Stop talking in riddles.
Speaker 6: I'm I'll fear judge, the town girl who wasn't good
enough to marry Richard Dick.
Speaker 1: What's the meaning of the meaning?
Speaker 3: Is that I promised to pay you back?
Speaker 4: Ah, and I'm giving Dick one million dollars to kill
you with.
Speaker 1: This is crazy showing the revolver Richard. This is a joke.
Speaker 5: It so nobody should joke with a loaded thirty eight
in his hand.
Speaker 8: Dick, After all I've done for you, what have you
done for him lately? As I swear to you, I
I'll I'll leave you everything in my in my will here, I'll.
Speaker 1: I'll even write it out now and sign it.
Speaker 4: Can you leave him a million dollars?
Speaker 1: No, you don't have that much, and that's my bid. Dick.
You can't kill me. I've known you since you will
him ready? This is e. G. Marshall invite you to
return to our Mystery Theater for another adventure in the macabre.
Until next time, Pleasant dream