Suspense!
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Tonight in Hollywood our stars are Mr. Robert Young and Margot.
The suspense play which stars Robert Young and Margot, and which is produced and directed
by William Spear, is a tale of ordeal by fire, by Cornell Woolrich.
And so with the night reveals, and with the performances of Robert Young and Margot, Roma
again hopes to keep you in suspense.
Go ahead, tell us the story, Mr. Jordan.
I'd help to get it out of your system.
Yes, go ahead, Harry.
What, tell it here, Marie, in front of you?
Sure, I can stand it if you can.
Well, all right.
I'll tell it from when I first began to know, for sure, two weeks ago.
I should have known before that something was wrong.
I should have known by her eyes.
There was a queer look in them, staring at me one minute and avoiding me the next.
Well, I came home late one Monday night.
They were asleep, my son Johnny and my wife here, Marie.
I lay in bed reviewing my day's work.
You see, I'm an investigator for the Herkimer Fire Insurance Company.
While thinking about the fire on Second Avenue, I fell asleep.
Suddenly I was sitting bolt upright, wide awake, with a strange feeling of being alone
in the room.
I looked towards Marie's bed.
It's too dark to see.
I called Marie.
Marie!
There was no answer.
I got up and walked to her bed.
The quilt was bunched up.
I pulled the covers down.
The bed was empty.
In the bathroom.
No, she wasn't there.
And not in Johnny's room either.
Johnny was alone.
Marie wasn't in the apartment.
I put on the light and looked at my watch.
It was two in the morning.
Got dressed and walked out and rang for the elevator.
It was nothing.
Of course it was nothing important, but my heart kept hammering away.
Morning, Mr. Jordan.
Kind of late for the...
Yes, good morning, Steve.
Did you see my wife go down?
Yes, Mr. Jordan.
About half an hour ago, I'd say.
Yes, yes, of course.
Did you see which way she went?
Yes, she went towards Third Avenue.
Said she was going to...
Went to the drugstore, I guess.
Yes, that's right.
There's one over on 96th Street.
Open all night.
Thanks.
That was it.
She went to the drugstore.
I was worried over nothing at all.
I didn't know what to do quite.
I didn't want to follow her, but the elevator boy was watching me, so I strolled easily along
towards Third Avenue.
I stood on the deserted dark corner and looked up and down the street.
Then I saw her coming.
She was walking towards me briskly.
Harry, what are you doing here?
Well, I got up and saw you were gone and I...
I couldn't sleep.
I had a dreadful headache, so I decided to go down for some aspirin.
Yes.
Yes, of course, the drugstore on 96th Street.
But you were coming from 98th Street.
I took a little walk.
I thought some fresh air would do me some good.
Yes, it is a nice night.
I've only been gone about 10 minutes.
Steve says you were gone about a half hour.
It was only 10 minutes.
What time is it now?
2.35.
I've been out for almost 15 minutes.
Oh, it's more than...
It was 15 minutes, no more than that.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess so.
Everything seemed all right.
Still I felt something was wrong.
We got into our apartment and we both went to bed.
For a minute or so, we said nothing.
You've been working hard, Harry.
Don't you think you ought to take a week off and sort of rest up?
Oh, I feel perfectly all right, dear.
There's nothing wrong with me.
Listen.
A fire.
A fire.
A fire.
Yeah, it's not far.
Over east a couple of blocks.
By the river, I'd say.
That's my district.
A fire.
Oh, what the...
Hello.
Hello, Harry.
I'm sorry to wake you in the middle of the night.
There's a bad one over near you.
Between second and third.
Maybe a total loss.
Between second and third, Mr. Parmitter?
An apartment building?
Yeah, 98th Street.
340 East 98.
I called you because I'd like you to go there direct first thing in the morning instead of
come at the office.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'll come at the office, okay?
I'll meet you there.
Okay, Mr. Parmitter.
Good night.
A fire on 98th Street?
Yeah.
I couldn't see Marie in the dark.
I knew she was staring at me.
I was very tired.
Good night, Marie.
Good night, Harry.
This is a story of a husband and a wife.
In a moment as the story continues, we shall learn how they came to know that death was
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Go on Mr. Jordan.
Well gentlemen, the next morning I went over to 98th Street to inspect the remains of number
340 and to see if there was evidence of anything suspicious about the origin of the fire.
Mr. Parmander was there.
Well, there it is, got it.
I guess we'll be paying off on this one all right.
Yeah, completely burned out.
Anyone hurt?
Well, a few, but no one dead.
Lucky they just installed the new fire escapes.
Just the walls left.
That fire must have been quite a sight in the height of its glory.
Yeah, quite a sight.
Man, those walls look pretty bad.
They might collapse almost any time.
Yeah, the building will have to be raised.
That fire did a good job.
Oh, here's the commissioner.
Hello, Parmander.
Jordan.
How are you, Mr. Morales?
You know anything about the fire commission?
No, not a thing.
Well, we'll take a look.
I wouldn't go in there, Jordan.
Those walls are pretty bad.
I can take care of myself.
Maybe you better not go inside, Harry.
Don't worry about me.
I know fires as well as anyone.
You stay outside, Mr. Parmander.
I'm going in.
I walked gingerly into the blackened, ruined hallway, in ashes up to my ankles, until I
reached the remains of the stairway.
Underneath were several baby carriages, just twisted pieces of metal.
A burned fragment of something fell nearby.
Come on back, Jordan.
I'm all right.
I poked around the carriages sifting through the clean, fine ashes.
Something caught my eye.
A glob of yellow metal.
I picked it up, and I worked my way out.
You're learning through, isn't she?
Yep.
Cleaned through.
Nothing left of it.
Did you find anything, Harry?
Nothing much.
The fire started in the hallway all right.
Cellar's untouched.
Firework's its way up.
What's that in your hand?
Well, that is just a piece of metal I found.
Here.
I just picked it up for my kid.
He likes shiny things.
What do you think, Commissioner?
Probably one of those gadgets they have on baby carriages.
I guess you're right.
It isn't anything.
But it was something.
I had run my fingernail across this glob of metal.
It looked like gold.
I decided to examine it in detail at home.
Hello, Daddy.
Hiya, Johnny.
Mama says I was bad today.
Harry, you're home early.
Yes, I got through sooner than I expected, and I...
What is it, Harry?
Your locket.
You're not wearing it.
You never had it off before.
My locket?
Well, I... don't you remember?
Daddy, can I go over to see Davy Taylor for a minute?
Yeah, yeah.
Go ahead, Johnny.
All right.
Gee, thanks, Daddy.
You shouldn't have done that.
I didn't want him to go.
He hasn't had his dinner.
Never mind, Johnny.
What did you say happened to the locket?
Well, I gave it to you.
To me?
Yes, I put it in your pocket to have it fixed.
The catch was loose.
I don't remember.
You've been very forgetful lately.
Very forgetful.
Maybe I should have told you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm very forgetful lately.
Maybe you thought you gave it to me.
No, no.
I put it in your pocket, Harry.
I forgot to mention it to you.
I wanted you to take it to the jewelers and get the catch fixed.
I just put it in your coat pocket while you were shaving.
When?
Yesterday.
Yes.
Yesterday morning.
Then it should be in my pocket now.
I wore this suit yesterday too.
Nothing in my pockets, Marie.
Well?
Marie.
Yes, Harry?
Is anything wrong with you?
Don't you feel...
With me?
No, no, of course not.
I'm all right.
I'm perfectly all right.
There's not a thing wrong with me.
You look worried as if you've got something on your mind.
Oh, it's nothing.
I've just been having a headache.
Maybe you ought to see a doctor.
Oh, no.
It really doesn't amount to much.
Well, I think I'll take another look for the locket.
Which suit did you say you put it in?
Your blue suit, I think.
Or maybe it was the gray, though.
I don't know.
I couldn't make it out.
What had she done with the locket?
Had she pawned it?
Had she given it away?
Then I remembered something.
I went into the bathroom and locked the door.
I looked at this shapeless little glob of yellow metal.
I rubbed the blackened spots away, all of it, until it was gleaming.
I studied it, turning it over and over.
I noticed a thin crack.
It was small, so I took a nail file out of the medicine chest and began to file it.
I kept filing until I had enlarged the crack to the full length of the piece of gold.
Then I slipped the nail file inside and pried it open.
Tiny fragments of glass.
And then I saw a piece of scorched paper.
It was a photograph.
A picture of my son, Johnny.
This glob of metal was my wife's locket.
I put the locket and the picture in my pocket and walked out.
The next hour I sat trying to read a book while Marie busied herself,
first feeding Johnny and then helping him with his homework.
What's the largest continent in the world?
Oh, I know. It's, uh, it's Asia.
And the next largest?
Oh, that's easy. Africa. It's full of jungles. That's where Tarzan lives.
Isn't it time for Johnny to be in bed?
Oh, yes. I had no idea it was so late.
Run along to your room, Johnny. I'll be in in a minute.
All right, Mother. Good night, Dad.
Good night, Johnny. Sleep well.
He's getting along very well in school, except for arithmetic.
He seems to be having a little trouble.
Oh, Johnny will be all right.
Yes. Johnny will be all right. I know he'll be all right.
I watched her. She seemed very uneasy.
I walked over to my pipe rack where I kept several books of matches in a jar.
There weren't any there.
All this time I knew she was watching me, watching me closely.
I looked behind the rack. There wasn't a match around.
What the devil happened to all my matches?
I have a match here. Let me light it for you.
Did you take the matches out of the jar, Marie?
Well, I, uh...
Did you?
Yes, I... I needed them in the kitchen.
Shall I light your pipe for you?
No, I'll... I'll light it myself.
I picked a match out of the booklet.
It was a clean white match with a green head.
I struck it against the side.
The match sputtered up into a yellow flame, fringed on the bottom with blue.
Marie stared at it, until I felt the sharp bite of the flame on my thumb.
Would... would you like a cup of tea, Harry?
No, dear, I don't think so.
I watched her. Her hand casually brushed along the table and picked up the matches.
Marie! Leave the matches on the table.
I need them. I'm rather short of matches and the pilot light isn't working.
Is this the only book of matches in the house?
I... I'll have to get some tomorrow.
Where are you going, Harry?
Get a drink of water.
No, no, I'll get it for you, Harry.
Never mind, Marie, I'll get it myself.
I went into the kitchen.
There was a paper bag alongside the gas range.
Matches, all thrown in, helter-skelter.
Books of matches and safety matches, all mixed together.
I walked back and sat down in my chair.
She sat a few feet away, torturing a handkerchief.
She looked so helpless and terrified that my anger passed away.
Marie, you've been having headaches lately.
Perhaps you ought to see a doctor. You haven't been looking too well.
I'm just tired. It's nothing serious.
Look, um, how would you like to go away for a few days?
I'll get a maid to take care of Johnny and me.
It'll do you a lot of good.
No, no, I don't need a vacation.
There's nothing wrong with me, but... Harry, there is...
Yes?
Uh, there's nothing the matter with...
You were about to say something else.
I... I've got to go into Johnny's room and see that he's covered.
He always throws the covers off.
I sat there looking at the door.
Then I glanced about the room.
There was the pack of matches lying open on the table.
I closed the cover and my eye caught a purse lying nearby.
It was bulging.
Harry!
Well, what's the matter?
My purse!
Yes, that's your purse. Here, look.
See, the handle's loose.
And it's full of matches.
A dozen books of them.
And these newspaper clippings.
Give it back to me!
Why are you saving these clippings?
Why do you carry matches with you?
I bought the matches in a store. They were a dozen for five cents.
These clippings. Look here.
Fire on 112th Street causes severe damage.
And these others.
Why are you saving these clippings, Marie?
There's nothing wrong in that.
I'm interested, interested in your work.
I intend to keep a file on fires.
It'll help you in your work.
Well, that's very considerate, Marie.
Oh, Harry.
You're so good.
Why should this have to happen to us?
Towards midnight I went to bed.
Marie didn't follow me.
I lay in the semi-darkness, wide awake,
trying to think what I should do.
I couldn't collect my thoughts.
Every time I closed my eyes, I could see the flame of the match,
yellow and blue, crawling along the matchstick.
Then Marie came in with a cup of steaming liquid.
Drink this, Harry. It'll help you sleep.
What is it?
It's cocoa. It's very good for you.
I'm not the one that's having trouble falling asleep.
We both couldn't sleep last night.
I'm taking some of this myself as soon as I go to bed.
All right. Leave it on the nightstand.
Be sure to drink it while it's hot.
Yes, Marie, I will.
Good night, darling.
Good night, Marie.
Cocoa.
Then suddenly I knew.
I looked around quickly for something to pour it in.
There was a radiator pan. It was empty.
I poured the cup of liquid into it.
Then I lay back and waited.
Waited for her next move.
About a half hour later I heard the door open softly
and Marie tiptoed towards my bed.
Harry.
Harry.
Are you asleep?
I didn't answer but breathed evenly.
She hovered for a moment over me, then she tiptoed out,
carefully closing the door behind her.
I dashed out of bed and hurried into my clothes.
Quickly I poured the liquid from the pan into a bottle
and put it into my pocket.
Then I grabbed my coat and followed her.
I rang for the elevator.
She had only a few minutes headway.
I would catch up to her easily and then...
then we'd have a showdown.
Steve looked at me with controlled amazement.
Hello, Steve.
Hello, Mr. Jordan.
My wife went down a moment ago, didn't she?
Yes, Mr. Jordan. Just took her down.
She went towards Third Avenue, didn't she?
I think so.
She sort of stopped me for a minute
and then turned towards Third.
Had to get back to the elevator because you were ringing.
When I reached the corner, I looked up and down Third Avenue
and I saw her.
She was walking north.
I crossed to the other side of the street and followed her,
keeping at a distance.
At 98th Street, she turned east.
Down the middle of the block was the remains of last night's fire.
She paused in front of the gutted building for a long time,
just stood there, looking at it.
Then she walked inside.
I waited for a few seconds and then followed her.
It was pitch dark in the burnt-out hallway.
Ahead of me, I could see the glow of a match.
Then I saw what she was doing.
She was collecting the charred debris near the baby carriages.
How foolish.
There wasn't anything that could burn there now.
She lit another match.
I watched the flame light up her face,
a face so intent upon her work that she didn't hear me approach.
Marie!
Who's there?
It's me, Harry.
Harry, why did you...
Come along, Marie.
We'd better get out of here.
The police.
I took her hand and without a word, she came along.
We walked home in complete silence.
We both knew.
When we came to our apartment house, I stopped and rang for the elevator.
In the light of the hallway, I could see her face.
My wife's face.
Ashy gray.
Her eyes bright and painful.
You run upstairs, Marie. I'll be along in a minute.
Harry, where are you going?
I'll be right back.
Please, Harry, don't do anything.
You run along, Marie.
You're not going to...
No, I'm only going to the drugstore to get something.
I'll be back in a few minutes.
I came home a half hour later.
She was waiting for me.
Did you...
Did you do it, Harry?
Harry, please, please tell me. I've got to know.
I had the cocoa you gave me, Analiah.
I'm sorry.
I had to do it.
Don't you see? I couldn't help it.
It was very easy for the drugist, especially when I told him what I thought was in it.
Sodium amytal.
That's the stuff that makes you sleep through an earthquake.
Please try to understand, Harry. You must understand.
Is the kid asleep?
Yes, Johnny's all right.
I was sorry for Marie.
She looked so haggard and worn.
It wasn't her fault.
I was sorry for myself. My head was roaring.
I wasn't feeling too well. I kept seeing sparks in front of my eyes.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
Let's go to bed, Harry.
Marie, we can do something.
Let's burn up every match, every match in the house.
We'll never bring another match in here.
No, no, Harry, we can't do that.
You don't want to?
No, Harry, not now.
See? This is the first book. It's turning black.
We'll do it with every book of matches.
It's no use. It's no use, Harry.
Strange, isn't it, that this should happen to me?
Me, a fire inspector. That's funny.
Give me the matches, Marie, all the matches.
No, I can't do it. I won't.
Give them to me.
Please, please, please, don't take them out. Do anything you want. Anything.
Where did you hide them? Tell me, where are they?
Inside the range, behind the paper bag.
I dropped her hand and she sank to the floor in a huddle, weeping.
Then I went into the kitchen and got all the matches.
By now, my anger was cooling off.
Look, Marie, look up. See?
I'll light each book of matches one at a time until they're all gone up in smoke.
Yellow flame licked its way down the matches.
The cover caught fire and blackened.
I watched her look at the flame with day's eyes.
Listen, listen, Harry, do you hear?
Just someone in the hall.
Oh, it's more than someone. Something's happened.
Something has happened.
I'll take a look.
Hey, Mr. Jordan, the house is on fire.
The house, the house is on fire.
Yes, Marie, wake up Johnny.
Johnny, Johnny.
We'll have to hurry. The flames are coming up the stairs.
There's an upward draft.
Oh, what's the matter, Mother?
The house is on fire. We've got to get out, Johnny. Come on.
It's too late to go down. We'll have to go up through the roof.
Oh, I've, I've hurt my leg.
Come along, Johnny.
Mother, wait for Mother.
She'll come along.
No, no, I want to wait for Mother.
It's all right, Johnny. Go along with Daddy. I'll follow you.
No, no, I won't go. I won't go without you, Mother.
Hold on to my arm, Marie. Come on.
Give me your hand, Johnny. Don't be scared.
The fire won't hurt you. It won't hurt you at all. You're safe with me.
We made our way upstairs very slowly because of Marie's sprained ankle.
Finally, we got to the roof.
There were some firemen on the next roof, about ten feet separated the two buildings.
Don't get panicky. We'll get you off safely.
Are we, are we going to have to jump across, Daddy? Because Mother won't be able to jump her foot.
It's all right, Johnny. Don't be scared.
They're putting a board across the two roofs. We'll just walk across.
All right, now. One at a time. Tie the rope around you and come across.
Johnny, you go first. Don't be afraid.
There. The rope will hold you in case you slip.
Mother, you got to go first.
I'll go right after you, Johnny.
You promise?
Go ahead, Johnny. Another will follow you.
Don't turn around. Keep walking.
All right. The kid's safe. Now you, lady.
Be careful. The board.
Hey, the board slipped off. Hurry, one of you guys. Get another board.
Mother. Mother. I want my mother.
Your mother's going to be all right, kid.
You push the board off, Harry. I saw you do it.
No, no, I didn't, Marie. I didn't.
All right, ladies. Just tie the rope around you.
Don't be afraid. Don't look down.
Ready? Okay, boys.
She's all right. Now you, mister.
That's right. Tie the rope around you.
Okay. All set? Okay.
On the ground we stood there, the three of us watching the fire.
Sparks were shooting up through the hole where it had bitten through.
Great flames shot out, stabbing at the sky.
The top of the roof was burning now.
Red flame crawled along, searching out the inflammable spots.
A wooden pole caught fire and blazed up
with a long, narrow, curving arc.
The wind was helping her.
All this time Marie was shaking, shaking violently.
Not with cold. I pitied her.
And then she threw up her hands and shrieked.
Harry! No, no, darling, don't.
I can't stand it. We can't go on this way.
Police! Police! Come here! Don't do it, Marie.
There's no need to. Not the police.
I don't know what you're saying.
What is it, lady? You'd better calm down now.
Officer, please.
No, no, it's no use, Harry.
Officer, these awful fires, they're not accidental.
There's a pyromaniac, a criminal.
And I know who it is.
You've got to arrest the person. Arrest.
So there won't be any more.
All right, lady. Now, what is this? Who is the pyromaniac?
The criminal is my husband, Harry Jordan.
Arrest this man here. Arrest him, officer.
Well, that's about all there is to the story, gentlemen.
Then I was brought here.
Must have sounded kind of, well, painful for you to hear it all over again, Marie.
No, it was all right, Harry.
I wonder, um, I got a cigarette. Could I...
No, I'll light it for you, Harry.
You don't have to worry.
I won't try and keep the matches here.
She's been awfully good to me, gentlemen.
You'll take good care of her, won't you?
She tried everything to help.
She hid the matches so as to keep them from me.
She even tried to give me sleeping pills so I wouldn't...
It's all right, Harry.
I'm sorry about the locket, dear.
Must have fallen out of my coat when I was in that building at 98th Street.
I...
It's all right, Harry. You can buy me another one sometime.
You...
You can't blame anybody for liking fires.
It's not their fault.
Fires are beautiful to watch.
So bright and clean.
They burn up all the filth and dirt.
And they're magnificent to watch.
Especially the big ones.
The way the flames roar and crackle, lighting up everything around you.
The beautiful fire.
The beautiful fire.
Beautiful.
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Tonight's tale of suspense.
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