It's the Sunday Showcase on the Mutual Audio Network. The following audio drama is rated PG for parental guidance recommended. Penny and I are home alone and the wind has been howling lately, so I guess that means it's time for Tuesday Terror's addition to mutual presents. We're back with this double feature from the Mysterious Traveler. Death comes for Adolf Hitler and murder goes free. Now let's just wind back our clocks under our blankets for this one, shall we? The Mysterious Traveler.
This is the Mysterious Traveler. I'm writing to join me on another journey into the realm of strange and decarifying. I hope you'll enjoy the trip and it will bring you a little cheer you will do. So stay back and a good trip on your nerves and be comfortable if you can. For tonight we're going on a stringest journey we're taking it. We're going down into the dark and see a few deaths to the scene. We watch states decelerate counts with the arch enemy of mankind.
In a story I call Death comes for Adolf Hitler. My story begins in the radio room of the American destroyer Stingrich on patrol duty somewhere in the Atlantic. His late at night, chief radio man Mike Williams had formed over the earth, is checking on the dozens of messages with screen through the ether. Besides Mike, his release man Joe Norman is sitting back with his feet up, working a cost-worth parcel in Longbreen, having to decide.
I'll travel away the home, all the time I'll go to bed, I'll go to the corner. Joe, come on. What is it Mike? Come on Joe, come on. I'm getting some. You just barely hear it. Wait, get me a storm and out. There, it's cleared. To a retouch. What is it? It's a journey of some. On the bottom and calling for help. Ain't that something? Don't I notify the skippers? No, nothing we can do. It must be hundreds of miles away. Get a pencil on, put on those headphones.
Go take down the message, whatever it is. Okay, I got a pencil there. That's a phone, is that it? Yeah, you kidding me, I can't hear a thing. Of course I'm not kidding. I can't, I can't, I can't adjust now. Let us hold it out. Hold it, hold it. Come on back in again. Hello? Hello? This is not a large number of riders. The underfair board worth. Listen to me. Anybody will maybe picking up this message. Please listen to me. There's nothing anybody can do to help us, but please listen anyway.
Makes it easier if I can talk. Easier to face what is coming. Because we are doomed. We're nox. Only after the afternoon we were causing a misurface for charging our batteries. We thought our mission was as good as accomplished. I was up to my cunning car with a kitten, mate. Minus, what's our pencil, Jack? Our very special pencil, Jack. Calls himself here, Nick. But of course it was not his name and we all know who he was. The other day, here, Capatouls.
Particularly the gratifying. After a long time, yes, you are excellent. I have a nice hair, smith. But we could take more chances on servicing until we are safely fast to air of our light before we cross-nought Capatouls. You must not take this light as quick. As long as I am a plot. I am aware of that. Do not lie, you will reach your destination safely. It's me to tomorrow midnight. We will take our contacts with the South American coast. And our journey will be over.
Explore. Understand, here, Capatouls? No word of this fit. My step-up may be brief to the world. Are you certain? Or any other member of your crew? It is understood. You may ask the sure. My crew is well-trained. Well, but not no, again. The pack and the father-in, this is a double-sourge. You have lost. But I say yet, Prince. It would be the loyal of me to believe anything else. Yeah, smith. South America, you will make my plan. Well, it will think we step. To be right.
Under day-term, it falls. But instead, I will be safely hidden. I can direct our rebirth. Christ, go. Our enemy is really yet to be the might of my Vincent. I will return to meet my people to figure it. However, long it may take. Of course. I will be right back. I will be right back. I will be right back. The King and the King of the Wains had a lifeboat. It was private and gone. He is a bearded man who was the long-time of his life. That's the age of the Captain Mets boarder.
The head should stop. The men of our death and the look down. His cloak will not conceal its face. Yet the men of our death and the men of our life. You are in the lifeboat. Who is in charge? I am blessed you are. What is your name? But ship. But can't do the job. But first, we are clear for. Captain, be a captain of the mountain. Now, it's your son. We will release you carrying food and medical supplies to Greece when one of your murderers and others lead dogs, trophy to her.
Here is our captain, Hansen. You may pull away now. The nearest land is 300 miles to your west of you. I will pull away. Pullmen, let's get where we can breathe air and not contaminated by this storm. And then, just as the my boat started to pull away the wind, unexpectedly with the scientific cloak that our test was using to conceal its face. And in the lifeboat, the answer was not born in giants of a man like a man. Men, stop, stop.
You see that flanking rising and shaking of a man's flight, I just face. You know what that is? Take a good look at it so you can tell your children you've seen a murder of a man's life. So the young civil, who really gave the order to send our comrades to the bottom. I fear you have been recognized. Yes, Smith. Stop them. So you can't send them. Just why they don't take them in. No one will be able to be caught hiding, Smith. They will, Smith. Per gun, the battle's power. Oh, my goodness.
Thank you for that. Give them for them. Oh, gun. Hey, oh. Oh, my goodness. Hey. You've sent me a murdering gun. So you're going to murder us too. You, you and then, and then, listen to me. Everyone of us will be waiting for you when your time comes. All of us will be you, hounds and jackals of murder. We'll be waiting for you, everyone of us. We'll be waiting for you. And someday, we'll catch you. We're going to last. Someday, we'll catch you. Ah! Ah! What's the thing? They're gone?
Yes, they have finished them. There will be no eyewitnesses for tell of seeing your body sub-mine in these waters. Yeah, Smith. That's good. Well, never know. If I had left Chomeney, but never guess, the whole future, the other legs. It's not just that sound, but the throwbama's coming to say, get the lower hand, get the lower hand, get the lower hand, get the lower hand. You need to crash down into the depths of the ocean. You're bummed, you can throw it, but far away.
The throwbama's coming, but too late. Keep it next to you, then, it's three-odd and five-hour, it's your last chance to look on. Stayed here, drops of sweat of his power. What is that depth, namole? Everybody find it, though. Good. One-way through. The pump. There's a big clue, sir. No, they have left us. They are bombing at random now. Hey, they are safe now. They have smoled. Nighty-feet, though. No, they have good enough. Level-up. Level-up, sir. We will take course one, eight, and...
Level-up, I said. We are still making a five-day-gay dive. Lovely brains to number Spanfer. We are diving. To bomb five, diving. In possible. Now, one of those bombs was closing up the break and egg. What a depth. A hundred feet short. You're going to ride on. Or a half-feet ahead. Half-feet ahead. You should have the hand operation, but that is late. The hand operation is the right way, sir. Now, level-up. Level-up, sir. Hey. What's the matter? It's a different. The operating wheel.
It will turn. It's not true. I'm diving, Flage. What's the jam? I don't think they're going to... Oh, that is horrible. Stop it, I'm dead. I demand that you hide through the surface. Something is wrong. They might see it. Hey, I'm... I am captain of this vessel. And I am giving you orders. Hey, well. A leveling flame that jammed with a surface and cleared him. Well, that's depth. One hundred and twenty feet short. Stop, I just... Lord of all, bellies, things. Lord of all, bellies, things, sir.
Now, how about it, shaming up? The leveling of the... Oh, that is... The leveling of the... Mule. How fast are we going up? We... We are not rising at all, sir. Not rising? With the motor off, we must be. We should be. But you are still descending. About twenty feet ahead of us, captain. Captain! I demand to know what's wrong. Why are you still sitting with you in the service? I am just of interest in increasing the surface of you are here. Schmidt. Lord of all, bellies, things, sir.
Lord of all, bellies, things, sir. Lord of all, bellies, things, sir. Lord of all, bellies, things, sir. Lord of all, bellies, things, sir. All right. One hour is driver's turn. But two hours exist. We will continue to settling to the bottom. Eight months of rain. Under the bay, the queue is lost. We prove that... ...the dead are picked to cloud. But the light is death of the rain and the residents. It's reaching about safety. The new mids are the same. The dead are picking up the train.
We can see you die if it's raised. A bridge with surface. Until abruptly, seen in muller, try to warning you. Captain, this is the story of our... ...the driver's who are them. I've got to fix them up on the phone. I need to be sure. Don't be stupid. The driver's who are them. The driver's who are them. Like my wife, is that? What depth does the truck show? Depth, fifty-fadden, three-thgrabble bottoms. But as a soldier in the ocean, there's just east of our position.
A credit, one thousand feet, Geeta. We are safely beyond that. Mara, our depth, two hundred feet. Our aid on the same. Twenty-three minutes from the bottom, our main tanks are empty, sir. They should be going up, not down. Never let we are going down. And at long a rear, we will bottom and light-quad until the detriot leaves. And we will surface while it's air. Mara, yes. What are the detriots doing? They seem to be still stuck with each other.
Perhaps they are trying to pick us up on their objectives. We must see that they fail. Our depth, two hundred and twenty feet, sir. It's almost a ditch. Have they brought? What brings her? Well, have they brought? Excuse me, sir. I was going to say something was putting on stone, sir. But you thought better of saying it. You feel that you continue to think better of such a mark. They might apply to everyone on board. Like Marana. Yes, sir. We will bottom in exactly seven minutes.
Prepare to make an inspection of the ship when we do. Well, look, Marana. I have finished the inspection, sir. And your report? Everything is in perfect order, sir. There are no leaks. But their tests are fully charged. All motors in working order. All pumps operating. They are obviously there. No reason why. When we choose to surface, we go to the towtor. No, sir. I have to say, sir. I have to say, sir. I have to say, sir. We choose to surface, we go to the towtor. No, sir. Well, sir.
I have to cut about a bloodhound for trying to sniff at Adam of surface. So as the fire, I have heard all the police have for twenty minutes. Then we will surface. Bloody old TV, thanks. All may be no clearly, thanks, I empty-fair. All thanks, empty-fair. Captain, your padents, you hear? They have blown all our tanks, we have no good mitots. I am well aware of it, lightening reiner. You take me for an emergency. No, sir. I got nothing. It is cold that day. It is impossible, sir.
It is so, it must be possible. Obviously, we are stuck in a mud bottom. But the bottom here is gravels for the truck. That's so. That's Kathy's arm. I think it is mud, do you hear? Yes, sir. Mud. So we should have to use our motors to pull ourselves free. Signal for speed ahead. Yes, sir. For speed ahead. They are not moving. Now, but is it? Why have the holes got the mud out? Excuse me, sir. I can't remember it. Yes. What is it? Well, what have the idiots to say for themselves?
They say the propeller is fouled. How could it be fouled? It is impossible for it to become fouled on this bottom. Yes, sir. They say it is not entirely fouled. It will turn, but only very slowly. As if everything was. They say it turns or fix. I did something about holding it. Trying to keep it from revolving. That's poor. And we get back to our base as your coat marshal every man aborts. Perhaps the propeller is tangled with some seaweed. At all.
In that case, we may be able to go over some seaweed. Go straight to the firm. First, fellow, sir. Yes. Now what? Your pardon? The engineorm report's propeller is still out there. It behaves as it did before. It turns, but as if something is holding it deck. And two things that I have, load wake from this thought I had the final summer in the world. A brandless pack of evias who become stuck in the mud on the bottom and they go to pieces like all the women. Now listen to me all of you.
The next man, who shows? You can't be done with. Ah, here, Schmidt. I trust you have nothing wine. Everything is quite under control. I kept it and I even hearing sounds from outside the covering. Sounds? A kind of sound. Stripe things down. Stripe things down. Stripe things down. Stripe things down. Stripe things down the middle. Exonity. If someone is trying to get into the summer. Oh, well, well, well, well. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Now, if they are here, Schmidt, you've had nothing except the noise that's made perhaps by pebbles being swept against our side by the tent. It is all. But I tell you, it sounds like hands, laughing and tapping, scraping at the hole, sliding it in. Why are we staying down here in the bathroom? The ones that once you hear me, I already was supposed to run. That's your extrinsies. What I am about to do. Now, I respect you. May I suggest that you return to your cabin.
Your presence here may impede our effort. Right. Very well, Capiton. But see that you take me to the summer's end, boys. You have no fear. Life and Riner. Perhaps you will assist here, Schmidt, to his cabin. Yes, I certainly. If I may, I'll put the door to your action. Capiton, you have the net. Well, well, this is Captain. We hear them too. Sounds coming from outside our hull. Hey, here, my son. Capiton, I can hear them now quite clearly on my detector phones.
They stop possible to identify them, but they sound as if many people were climbing up our sights. Yeah. That will bring you to your senses. Listen to me, all of you. Temporary, there we are struck in the mud. The calm, the sweeping debris are bubbles against us. You are all acting like children who think they see a ghost in a graveyard. And now we shall be on the surface. You have my word for it. To get free from the mud, I shall fill the bow tanks, then blow them and fill the stern tanks.
We shall see so ourselves, Blue. Do you all understand my scheme? Capiton, you are very good. Blood, blood of our bullets, tanks. Blood of our bullets, tanks, sir. Captain, Captain Nitz. Yes, Lieutenant-Greiner. I mean, Pam Shakin, operating, sir. The radio was called by Hans Jäger. Jäger? No, even crazy, committed suicide by driving the poles of the main switch. The short circuit, electrocuted in blob of fuel. Jäger was always a fool. Hans Jäger was the other guy who was dead. Very badly, sir.
Very nervous. Very nervous, are they? Yes, sir. That's great thing, and it's cutting outside of our house. There's a fact in them, sir. It stops for now, but the crew says that it's just because they are planning something else. And they, who do you mean by they? The crew says that there are hundreds of men in the work outside, trying to get in at us. That meant, sir. Like Mr. Räiner. You wish me to place you under arrest, no, sir.
I'm just trying to explain the state of the mind of the crew, sir. Despite of all our efforts, they are still on the bottom and the men. The men are getting very jumpy, sir. They shall help repeat them and listen. They will not forget. They are taking their cure from our luck, their passion drop course. If he hadn't come out here, but he's ranting and raiding, never mind that. It's quiet now. They're giving whiskey with a therapy, but your pardon, captain.
If I may make a suggestion, tell what is it? There is one thing we have not tried. They have to try it, sir. Discharge our torpedoes. Discharge our torpedoes. Some are in without torpedoes. Those scientists, there's no more use than an airplane without wing. What we must, sir, they have 10 torpedoes to throw. 25,000 pounds of dead weight. Get rid of that and they have to rise. They have to. I see your beginning to share the history of the crew.
When we return to our base, I shall not fail to include that fact in my effort. However, I accept your suggestion. Although there is a charge of our torpedoes to begin at once. Yes, sir. We begin to charge our torpedoes. Two, three, four. It's somewhere in moved, but not that one. It's what I heard. I watched the instruments we began to move down. 50, 50, 60, 50, 50. It's sliding down the slope and the ocean bottom.
After we had tried 60 torpedoes, we were thinking we were 100 feet deep, but it hit me. It's been firing, it's up. I went forward to find out what was wrong. It's almost you, sir. No, you were here. I'm going down, I'm going down. I'm going down. Yes. It's going on here. Your man mumbling about. I do not discharge the lessons for torpedoes. You know what is going on here, Herr Lloydman? We have fire six torpedoes to lightenship and what has happened. We are sinking deeper. He is fine.
Yes, we are going deeper. Our fleet is much thinner. These are the cost. I don't like that. We are flying. We are flying. We are not going deeper. They have come to stop already. Even if we should fly a little further, we still have a margin of safety of at least 100 feet. They expect we have more force. We are breaking free from the mud. No, it is not true. We are not stuck in the mud. We are not. That man. How much? No more deck. Why should I? Be quiet. Be all over your nathies any much.
Be all over our tanks to empty and we should have been under service longer. Be all over our propellers when our turn and we all over our bodies. Because we are being held down. We are being held down by a thousand dead men who are crowding over us, stretching in our plates trying to get in. They have come from all over the seven seas just to all us down just to see you do not get away. Listen to them. Listen. You can hear them now. Listen. Ah, but not to fathom come to your senses.
They are only our plates burning under pressure. That means not true. You know better. We all know better. Who drags us down here to the bottom? Whose hands are keeping our propellers from turning? Whose bodies jammed our dying place? Whose weight is keeping us on the bottom? The death of us when I all year to be quiet. It is too late for us. There is only one way we can escape. That is to give the ones outside some men they want. They want our driving job. Someone who causes himself hair smith.
We all know who he is. And so today, as they have come to get in. Sir, man, you are on our attention. This is all of you. Let us get these hair smith very funny more sight. Pull him in a torpedo tube and send him out to the deck. Outside, let them have him. Then they will relax. Go free. It is our only hope. Hey. Sir, man. Get the mesh. I heard your interesting little speech just now. And this is my answer. Does anyone else want the same medicine to bring him to a senses? Enter your station.
Like my grinder, continue to discharge our torpedoes. That was four hours ago. We have discharged all our torpedoes. And we are still on the bottom. Every few minutes we slip a little closer to the path for 10 minutes. It is very soon inevitable. Slip on the edge, my dear. The whole summer rain is filled with a great rain. It is a little bit more than we expected. It is a little bit more than we expected. 樣s spread more.
When the water gets stronger and worse, The water has formed and the sea has grown again. Now Mashul. I think we are incredibly close. knowledge can not Choice you to read before going on stage. Yeah, right? Suddenly off of that empty blazer to himself. He's in the lake of Kevin. He kept in that just lock in in. He kept the fight all his microphone into which I'm speaking. Close to the bulkhead. You can hear him. Come in, man. Come in, man. Do something. I ought to hear you so slowly.
Say what's right? That's really in the form of a catastrophe. That's right. Why are you so sad, Steve? Why are they all so sad? You're mad. You're mad. That's a thing. Oh, that is enough enough. Makes an unmoved piece of technical out there. It's dead of protein. Just for me, I have liked myself in the radio room here if they're sending the radio men away. Though no one can save us there is a few some comfort in knowing that somewhere some human ears hearing me.
To please, by the number few so much alone, I'm here to welcome the sea. I think another lesson is truly as it ends. Many hands were remorsefully twilling us towards our doom. I hate it. I hate it. It's when one hated us our lusty and dismayed. My heart is a million for living and tens of millions for slaves. And who can tell? I do not know, but I do know this. I do know this. Just a moment ago, the sharp-testing came on our hull.
And if summer was, taking against it with a rock, you may say it was a marine sliding over rocks on the bottom. But listen to me. And listen carefully. This is the truth. That's what you are in the international court. It was a message. A message from someone outside our submarine in a depth of four on the street. That should say, I will ask another lesson. Now we are singing it first. In a moment our hull will decay like an egg here. But first I must tell you the message.
I do not ask you to believe me, but the message was this. We are waiting for your error, Hitler. We are waiting for your error, Hitler. We are waiting for your error, Hitler. We are waiting for your error, Hitler. We are waiting for your error, Hitler. We are waiting for your error, Hitler. This is the mysterious travel again. Here's that the truth story of the death of the world's arch enemy, Adolf Hitler. I do not know. Freud cannot tell you.
The man who told it to me is, for empty with joking, you can say, you must make up your own mind. The one who is increasingly suspicious and thinks about it is very interesting. It reminds me of another strange story I heard recently. Oh, you are getting over the next stop, I am sorry. But perhaps we will need a day in the room. I take this same train every week. You have just heard chapter 66 of the mysterious traveler, the series of dramas of the strange and terrifying.
The interlite story, death comes for Adolf Hitler, told me about it played Lieutenant Reiner, Philip Clark played Captain Metz, and Lom Clark played Adolf Hitler. The mysterious traveler is written by Bob Orlford and David Cobens, and a written music is played by Henry Schoenburn. The entire production is under the direction of Jockenbletter. Listen next week to a tale titled, Murder Goes Sweet, another tale of the mysterious traveler. The mysterious traveler is presented by W.O.R. on YouTube.
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If I was walking along one of the main streets of a large city, I would stop by an elderly man who's been there. I'm usually agitated. Pardon me, sir. May I speak with you for a moment? No one is interested in fooling just a stuntman. No one. Why should we glad to hear what you have to say? You will listen to my story? Yes. I will confess something that's on my conscience. I confess 100 times. That was how it was in times. Yet, no one will believe me. You must cut and make the belief.
It all began that day in my office. When Martin, my son, came in to see me. Hello, Dad. Hi. Oh, Martin. Glad you're here. I want to talk to you. Oh. Sounds like I've done something. You don't know who I'm, Dad. You read the gossip column in this morning's daily legend? Oh. Oh, Dad. Why haven't you told me about this woman, Diana Witter? Well, I'm sorry, Dad. I just didn't think it was important. You've always told me about your other friends. Are you ashamed of Diana Witter? No, of course not.
Oh, should I be? Martin, you were as well as I do with a fair reputation as well spectacular to put it kindly. The story's about her all lies. I'm not taken in by gossip, Martin. I happen to know that this woman is just playing no good. Dad, I won't have you talking about her like that. Martin, you don't love this woman, do you? Yes. Yes, I do. Martin, I'm a scum. Dad, I'm old enough to make my own decision. And you see what she's doing to you? She's just a predatory girl.
Dad, stop talking about her like that. All right, son. That's the way you feel about it. You better go. All right. Goodbye, Dad. Oh, Martin. Oh, you son. Oh, perhaps that's... Can I look in? Oh, but you know him. Hello, Walter. Put the metal in Martin. And if that's the man in the reception room, he'll be able to be quite upset. We've had a quarrel. It's the first one we've ever had. We've had about that bit of gossip and this morning's daily legend.
Yes. The magic Martin's name links with that about the smud and it will be all right. You'll get over. No, no, he won't. I can't stand by and watch him ruin his life. I've got to do something. I wouldn't if I were you, Walter. You don't let Martin make his own decisions, he's no child. You're a fool, Norman. Are you expecting to watch the only person who means anything to me? Get hurt. No, I suppose you won't. What are you going to do? I'm going to have a talk with that woman. Diana Winters.
Hello. Oh, good evening. Are you Miss Winters? Sure. What's it going to mean? Thank you. My name is Wola Cabot. Wola Cabot? I did. And I have a word in private with you. Really, I have guests here to prepare. We'll only take a few minutes. Well, Laura, come this way. Thank you. No, all bothers are here. I hardly know how to begin Miss Winters. And let me find Miss Cabot and save ourselves time. You can come here to ask me to give up your son, haven't you?
Yes. Well, then you may as well know for the rest of your time. I love Martin and I won't give him up. I know better. Since we're doing so, Frank, I'll get to the point. How much do you want to let Martin go? I knew in January when I came out. I thought that you'd be the one to put on an axe for me. How much? We'll tell you just a cabot. You know, you're far more interesting than his son. Shall we say, um, uh, hundred thousand? Hundred thousand? Yes, a hundred thousand.
You love your son, thrilling and griffin. I haven't anything white that amount of money. Oh, I'm sorry. Do you believe for a moment that Martin has a moment? Oh, no, no. But he will inherit a quarter of an million dollars and his mother was taken a few months. So you know about that? Yes, of course. What other reason would you have for leading Martin on? None of that, I can think of it. What if I were to tell Martin about conversation? You wouldn't believe you. You can't do this to him.
I'm afraid I'm not to be getting back to my guess. Mr. Cabbitt? No, please, please listen to me. Martin is everything I have. If I had the money, I'd gladly give it to you. But I haven't it. Oh, Mr. Cabbitt. Women like you don't deserve to lose. You lose the reason, one. If you don't get Martin up, I'll kill you. Don't get out of here. I'll have my friend throw you out. I'm warning you. Stay away from Martin. Or I'll kill you, please. Come in.
Dad, I haven't told you you tried to bribe her to give me up. Is that true? Yes, Martin, it is. You did that after I told you I love you? Yes, because I know she doesn't love you. And why won't you wait until I buy her off? Because she've won at $100,000. You're lying. She never asked you for one cent. Have you ever known me to lie to you? Dad, I told you I was fully capable of making my own decisions my men. I'm out of go. I asked I end on a marry. And she accepted. You're going to marry her?
Yes, there's a few days. So you're going to ruin your life for a cheap gold digger? I told you not to speak about it like that. And you feel differently. Diane and I will be happy to see you. Get out. Get out to your hands. You're right, I will. After all these years, and everything I've tried to do for him. No, well, are you able to do anything? No. I'm not going to let him ruin his life. You're here. But what can you do? If there's no bride, there can be no wedding. If there's no bride.
Well, you don't mean you're... Why not? You think of anyone who deserves less to live? You're mad. Well, here's my hobby. It's been the study of famous murders. I studied hundreds of cases closely. In each case, I was able to pick out the floor that presented it for being a perfect crime. And then one day, I began to work out a perfect crime for myself. What are you saying? I was really doing it for fun just as some men do crossword puzzles.
Norman, I didn't hit up on a way to commit a perfect murder. And now I have a motive. You must stop talking like that, Walter. There's no such thing as a perfect crime. You're wrong, Norman. I'm going to prove it. Walter, can't you see that what you want to do is insane? It's far better than marrying that woman than for you to become a murderer. No. If Martin were to marry that woman, there would be the end for both of us. At least this way I can be certain that his life won't be ruined.
And that's all the talent. As for the police, Norman, they'll never catch me... Never. Find me, sir. Can you tell me the name of this horrible place? It's very nice and horrible, but Valley Springs, Ranger. Well, 100 and 42 people think it's 90th Ann Village. I've never seen an other narrow place. What would people live here for? I think I'm having to. Well, I'm warning you, Missy. You'd better stop in Salt and Mix Village, or I'll run you in. I'm the village councilor. Oh, sure.
You're going to get rough. I will take you. I'll go and get you a push all around. You're under arrest for drunkenness and disorderly conduct. You and me are going to see George Hutchinson just as to see. And after you're in Salt and I've got a check-dose in time, you honor. He attempted to attack me. And that's when I arrested him. He did right, Pete. What you got to say to the charges, Mr. R. What's your name? I'm not going to turn. I sure had a chance for you, aren't I? Mm-hmm.
Charges, drunkenness, disorderly conduct. How do you pay it, stranger? Gave me a little joy. Yeah. Well, strangers, strangers, mid-tugeless. I'll only pay $20. Well, if I don't want to play. I'm afraid, not to. But, dear, you just say nice. Yes. I was doing civilized. I'm not going to pay my fine when you can't make me. And, dear, Pete, what's like, you're going to have to lock him up tonight. Take him away. Well, stranger, now you can see what the inside of our jail looks like.
It's still too late to say your thing. Now, don't you want to pay it and sleep in a nice, soft bed? No, I like it here. It's your little $2000, man. Well, I guess I can run on the right hand. I don't sleep any other, I got to guard you. Go ahead, get in, so I can lock the door. Yes, as you say, comfortable. Now, I don't want to hear anything out here, too morning. No, that's not supposed to be me here without you, not me. I just hope that it's comfortable to worry about the room here.
Is there anything else? I... You have a knee. Well, how does it feel? It's all right, anything is working out perfectly. Where did I hide that skeleton here? It mustn't wake up at constable or spoil everything. Easy now, easy. There, it's unlocked. I knew this old place would be perfect for my plan. Now, if only the door doesn't creak, is I open it? It's awfully, softly. Huh? He's waiting up. Uh, I just want to sleep. There I am.
Now to get to the car and drive to the city for the most important part of the plan. Who's there? Where? Perhaps if I turn on the lightsmith, would it? Who? Yes, Martin's father. What do you want? What do I want? You remember what I said to you the other night? I'm watching, Fred. I'm never. I said I'd kill you if you didn't give Martin up. You wouldn't go. Who am I afraid to do that? I don't think I will, Miss Nettich. Why are you looking at me like that?
You're not trying to frighten me, aren't you? I tried to reason with you, but you wouldn't listen. No, we can't, Emily. Stay away from me. If no one's starting the door, I locked it when I came in and I have the keys. Please. Please listen to me with everything you want. I'll put Martin up. I'll go away. You had your chance to be a good teacher. Oh, I'm talking to the way. That's right, mate. I'll just turn her wrist, watch back to 12 and stop it.
The exact time I was being arrested in Bowie Spring, my son is free. I know it's a touchable. Touchable, wait up, wait up. I want another drink. Wait up, wait up. Wait a minute. What's all this noise about? Oh, my back. Wait, what's the idea with me at Bowie Spring? It's not. It's not. It's not. It's not. It's not. It's not. It's not. It's not. Wait for me, mate. It's not. I want another drink. I'll take it straight. Well, don't sleep here.
It's 4 o'clock and he ain't getting out of here until 8 in the morning. It's four hours yet. And I don't want to hear anymore out here. Oh. Just so you feel comfortable, anything to a blind gentleman. Four hours more. Good. Now I just had to tighten the constable, supposed to meet at 4 o'clock in the morning and myself. Now I was very drunk. Oh, that perfect crime. Everything's worked out exactly as I planned. The police would never be able to prove the thing.
In a few months, the murder will just be a thing of the past. And Martin and I will once more be as close to the ever. Oh, hello, Kelly. How's the delays of it this morning? Well, so I finally caught up with you. My partner told me a few minutes ago that you've been looking for me. What's on your ears? That's putting it mildly. There's been a five-stay alarm up for you for the best 24 hours. Why? Where have you been last few days? I've been vacationing at a small car. I've been waiting for you.
I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you. You've been paying as a child and are אפiser for the past single day, and I've been living in 32 collective housing. I've been waiting for you. You have been working wherever you wanted. I'm going to watch today.
You've just switched the back to my roommate. You're a sucker. Sure, I will. Well, I'm pretty alone in that present. Okay, okay. Sorry, thank you so much, my friend. Thank you, Emily. No matter how badly you're doing, really. Thank you. You're going to have to do better than that for the DA. Oh. Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to. I really can't remember where I was last night. Cabot? I think you're going to wind up in a place you're not going to like in the chair.
That you're happy we're going down the headquarters. Oh, that sounds serious. Well, have you mind if I speak of my partner and explain that to him? That won't be necessary. You'll be able to read all about it in the paper. And believe me, it isn't going to make pleasant reading. Well, that doesn't witness as it testified that the defendant walled a cabot, threatened to kill Diana Winters. And how has the detention replied to the charges of the state? It hasn't.
Can we accept the flimsy story of the defendant? But he was drunk the night of the murder, and hasn't any recollection of his actions? Perhaps law that Cabot doesn't know where he was that night. But I do. He was in the apartment of Diana Winters, where he called, bloodedly strangled her if he vowed to do before a dozen witnesses. There is only one verdict you can render. You'll see I've murdered the first degree. The state read, Your Honor. James Irwin suggested on defending yourself.
Are you ready for the defense's summation, Mr. Cabot? Your Honor, I've often observed the strange twists of fate by which a man of save was condemned. My inability to recall any of my actions on the night of the 22nd left me without a defense. Yesterday, frankly, I regarded my case as being hopeless. Today, however, through a twist of fate, I have received a new lease on life, and now prepared to prove my well about some the night in question.
I should like to call upon a witness for the defense. You'll have the card for me, Your Honor. I wish to call Peter Wilk to the stand. He's your Wilk to the stand. Here I am. As you are, Henry, you tell me, swear to tell the old person I don't know to do so, if you're drunk. I do. Take your name and occupation, please. And Peter Wilk, unconscionable for the village's valley spring. Mr. Wilk, will you tell a jury exactly what you told me this morning?
Well, yesterday, George Hutchins, he's our justice of the sea, and myself were looking at his 15th favor. And in it, we see a picture of a man of Mr. Cabot right on the front page. It says he's the inside for murder committed down the night of January 22nd. Well, George and me recognize him right away. As the fellow leaves last up in our jail that night, on a drunk and then disordered his charge. Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Hey, sir! Excellent!
We have to reach the papers for the cabot of Quiddit, we know about it. We know. Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Beware! Come on. Hello, Dad. How are you, son? Oh, it's good to see you again after all these months. Not sad. In yellow for Gimmi's, they run away with me to see. So give you this nothing. It's a good son. Dad, I know now how right you were about the end. Oh, you don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say that son. I've been through a great deal lately.
But it doesn't matter now that I have you back. Dad, I'm glad to be back. My property, I'll never let you down again. Oh, hello, Kelly. Come in, have a seat. And quite sometimes, does that seem you? Yes, yes. Last time you were here, we put the car to the neighborhood. Well, it makes me feel happy. Any him on your mind, Kelly? No, nothing special. That's a friendly call. I'm going to take you to the hospital. I'm going to take you to the hospital. I'm going to take you to the hospital.
I'm going to take you to the hospital. I'm going to take you to the hospital. I'm going to take you to the hospital. I'm going to take you to the hospital. You're going to take me to the hospital. That's a friendly call. Oh, well, thanks for dropping in, Kelly. Oh, well, well, by the way, any seeing the latest edition? I know. Anything of interest, happened? Yeah. You might find it interesting. It could mean the client for you. Oh really? What happened? Here's a late paper. Written for yourself.
Oh, thank you. You just like tell us Winter's murder. Oh no, I can't see. Why not? If you didn't kill Diana Witty, someone did. And we've got that someone down the headquarters. What you must be mistaken? What evidence have you got? Evidence? Yes. Well, we can prove the guy we've got with the Diana Witty's apartment that night. But he was seen leaving just that to Midnight. After our quail of a quarrel with a quarrel, what about a whole use of things?
We both know what Diana was, two timing gold diggers. Well, of course. She had plenty other boyfriends when your son only none of them knew about the others. But that's nice, the guy who killed her. He found out a few things about her and bought her off. No. I don't believe it. I told you he left right after Midnight, didn't I? That's right. Well, her watch was found on the floor where she dropped it during that fatal struggle. Stop. Stop at 12. And that watch is going to hang the guys.
We may have been wrong in your case, but this time we have the right man and we'll make it thick. Even though the evidence is circumstantial. Well, I'd better be running along. It's nice. And I think the papers you might want to read the whole story. You were suspect to hell for Windows Matter. Theistic attorney uncovered the title, inclusive evidence of guilt. I can't think. I had a plan perfectly told that no one, no one could be held for it. There's no such thing as a perfect crime, Walter.
The murderer always overlooks something. No, such thing as the perfect crime. Murderer always overlooks something. Norman said that, but I will better. And now an image of man has been arrested for my crime. Whoever he is, please don't listen. I'm a sodium. Yes, I can't let him die. Enderman of the jury, you have reached a verdict. You have found the defendant guilty of murder in the first degree. Change in the courtroom now. No, I can't be. You're wrong. Now, have it cleared.
Mr. Cabot, you kindly refrain from such outbursts that you're otherwise attached. The evidence submitted by the state was purely circumstantial. But as no real may I remain Mr. Cabot that this case may be appealed. No, it's quite uncalled for it. What the prison is? Listen, your mother. You haven't any rights. Another such outburst, Mr. Cabot, and now hold you for contemptuous court. Your honor, the defendant was convicted on purely circumstantial evidence.
But I have part of the proof of his innocence. Why did you wait until after the jury rendered a verdict to make this statement? I hope your honor, but the defendant would be acquitted and I wouldn't have to reveal my proof of his innocence. But I would like to do so now. Yes, this is highly irregular, Mr. Cabot. But since the jury has already rendered its verdict and cannot be influenced, you may proceed. Thank you, Your Honor.
I know for a certain day that the defendant is not guilty of the murder of Diana Witter's. For it was I who committed the crime. Mr. Chaudrum. Mr. Cabot, you say you confess the murder of Diana Witter's? Yes, Your Honor. I and I alone and we talk about her death. You must believe me. Mr. Cabot, only three months ago you were acquitted of the murder of Diana Witter's. You will know that a man may be tried only once for a crime. This confession now can do you no harm.
The thought sees your confession as being motivated only by your desire to see the defendant go free. No, no, Your Honor, that isn't true. I did murder Diana Witter. Then I broke my watch and I set it back to 12 at once. You must believe me. You must fail if... Have Mr. Cabot, it's Chaudrum. Where's now will remain in itself. No, no, wait, Your Honor. Listen to me. He isn't guilty. I am I. It's that thing in court. I can set the thousand times. No one will believe me. No one.
But you said he will help me, won't you? We can't let an innocent man die for a murder. I committed? No, of course not. But play hardly. See how I... Every minute that passes brings in closer to the end, maybe we must. If we're early, how... Hello, Cabot. Oh, Kelly. I was just telling this gentleman here my story. We can't let an innocent man go to the electric chair. Tell him we're a smart man. You believe I murdered Diana Witter, don't you? Yes, I do. You do? Then...
Then you'll help me send him? People wouldn't believe me anymore than they do you. But then what, Kelly? They will? Why should they believe your stories? You can't be tried again for the murder of Diana Witter. And what man in your position wouldn't confess? He said his own son. What he's been in for, Kelly? Martin, my son is innocent. He was convicted only because he would near her apartment that night. And now there's a little time to do anything. The execution is set for midnight.
And it's all that... It's twelve. Already. Well? I'm sorry, Cabot. Hey, boy. Oh, my son. Oh, my son. Well... This is an experience time of the game. If you enjoy our trip to bed about cruel war, the Cabot wasn't it? Such a brilliant man. But he's only free since the one person we love in the next few years. If the city all comes through in the night, or the Cabot must have already passed this morning, there is no such thing as a perfect crime. The murder always overlooks us.
So, but, he's so innocent, you're a content-reading murder. I think yet he's just tough and he's thinking over. So, if you find your fellow in the history, oh, you're getting off here, right, son. But perhaps we'll meet again soon. You are just heard, Chapter 67, the final chapter of this series of the mysterious Tabler. Tales of the Strange and Serifying. In tonight's story, murder goes free, Ed Latimer played Walter Cabot, Tony Barrett played Martin and Irene Winston played Diana.
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