 Following Japan's declaration of war on the United States, Hawaii has been under two air attacks today. More than 10 persons were wounded when enemy planes machined down the town near Honolulu, according to a Reuters dispatch, and General Douglas MacArthur has ordered all women and children in Manila to evacuate the seacoast and move to areas inland. But that East Indies has just declared war on Japan and Costa Rica and South America has also declared war. Keep tuned to this station for further development. The first thank-you mystery brought to you by the makers of Contra's Little River Fills, the best friend to your sunny disposition. Good evening, friends. This is Raymond, your host. Welcoming you again to be in this thank-you. Can I get in, Woodlinson? Why am I smiling? Oh, but I always smile when I open the creaking door on Sunday night. You see, each week when I say good evening, I think to myself, and good evening for what? And of course, there's only one answer to that question. A good evening for a murder. Tonight, the inner thank-you mystery brings you The Island of Death, an original radio mystery drama written by Robert Newman and presented to you on a statement by the makers of Contra's Little River Fills. Friends of present disposition shouldn't be just a once-in-a-while affair. It ought to be a regular thing. See if you can't make it regular by encouraging regularity with Contra's Little River Fills. Let them wake up the flow of one of your most vital digestive uses and prove to yourself that Contra's Little River Fills are the best friend to your sunny disposition. Now I think we're ready to begin. Ready to begin as strange and terrible a tale as ever turned a man-tear gray over night. A tale of voodoo conjuring black magic. Oh, oh now you're smiling. You don't believe in voodoo, huh? Good. Now turn down the lights, pull your chair up close, and listen for the story of the Island of Death. Come with me to the Dark Island, the secret magic island taking. It is night. The fierce tropical storm is raging. I apologize slowly down the road with a cane to you in one side of it, the jungle on the other. Now which way? I don't know. Blast, Brandon. Why did he let us go off alone? How are we going to get back there? But he told us not to go off alone, John. John. Look. Where? The head there. I don't need it walking up the road. Maybe he can- Yeah, man. Hey, are you? What's the matter with the Island of Death? Are you keep blowing the horn while I put my coat on and go after Muriel? Oh, I do. But, there's something wrong with it. Hey. It doesn't work. Well, it was working just a minute ago. Now what's the name of- Oh, there's something. Oh. Oh, you did hear me. Why didn't you come when I called you? I am not in the habit of coming when I'm close. That way, missus. Besides, though I am an old man, my ear is that very sensitive. The noise of your horn pained me. That's why I stopped it. You stopped it? Why you? Okay. We're looking for the Plantation St. Jack's. Are we on the right road? You are on the right road for many things if you go- All right. How did you know my name? People are cold, missus. Well, how do we get there? If you go down this road one mile, you'll see the light. When you get there, we'll have to move again. If we do, I'll- Hey. Where did he go to? I don't know. He just disappeared. Step back off the road into the jungle. Well, at least we know where we are now. Yes. John. Hey. Do you suppose he was a papaloid, a witch, something? John. What on earth makes you think that? I don't know. The way he looked and talked. But after all, the horn did stop working. Is that you, coach? No, Alan. Alan B. You have to make things even more difficult than they are already. Would it make things any easier if I pretended that we were a couple of friends? It didn't matter to me that you was married to him instead of me. No, Alan. I guess not. I'm sorry, miss, you're alive. I'll order me a drink right here. Of course. Yeah, thanks, miss. Yes, miss. You're welcome. I'll work. Did you find out what was wrong with the horn? Yeah, one of the wires had come loose. I don't know the native on the road. Muriel's convinced that he was a witch doctor. But it felt that he was so strange. And, well, even though I know that there are no such things... What we know or believe isn't terribly important. What is important is what the natives believe. They don't like being laughed at. You mean they really still believe in voodoo, stuff like that? Well, you're right, miss. Up here. Do you believe in voodoo? But naturally, miss. Oh, this is funny. This is really funny. Just to see your hands doing this. Oh, I can't have done a hard day's work if they've gotten up energy to dance at night. I think maybe I'll get down there. Oh, no, miss. No. I'm sorry, miss. I just meant you were interested in voodoo conjuring, perhaps high. You okay? Oh, I'm no papa Loire, miss. I have some skill with the knuckle bones. Why not? Go ahead, ma'am. He is sitting far away from here, love with the same woman. Yes, ma'am. Ma'am, ma'am. There have been many rich kids as his rival sent away. And in his absence, married the girl. She knows he is making a mistake. Oh, she does. That's why you ain't a lad. Don't, don't. How dare you hit him for two cents? Oh, all right, miss. You did not hit me. Oh. Well, I haven't even started yet. Your fire. Just a second, coach. Oh, Brandon. I had a hunch you weren't getting as much as your cut out of the natives. That you were too soft with them. No, I know it. Your fire, too. John, so bad for you, since I come down here with you. Of course. Don't you think I know that you're still in love with him? Okay, coach. You ask for it. Oh, no, you're not, Alan. I've got a gun here. Or you say what you are. I'm going to have a peel and cut and really show them who's boss. Alan. Oh, Alan. All right, young man. Staying fired is not a big deal. Really, you are, uh, made you leave this house. Mr. Bambou, excuse me, but I think you should know the guns. This is not a dog's congo. It is the Serdic people. He marron. He is down with the dogs. What? Oh, it's he marron. He's the most famous best doctor on the island. Now maybe it's fine, but he can't do it with him. Mr. Muriel, you say he was here. I'm going after John. Is there a man named Marron? Marron. Marron, aren't you? Yes, Mr. Muriel. I said he would play well to see some good people. Mr. Bambou, he is in Nihonpoa. The temple. What? There's no temple here. There is not. Come with me. Into this body. That iron ring there. Lift it up. A trapdoor? No. John, I never did like you much, and I shouldn't really care what happens to you. You know who he is, sure. He's Timaron. The most powerful papal lion. Yeah? Well then he won't show his face around this plantation again in a hurry, but... Hey! I love you to be killed. I can't. I won't. He doesn't even go himself to be here. There is no telling what state he will take. Good body, he will follow. Never mind the warning. Go ahead. Very well. Party! Come back! John! Come on high. Come, let John go to the night. Come with us. Come. Into this body. Lift it up. Lift it up. And come with us. Come to the body. He's coming. Quick party. You all watch this. Winkers stand in the ground in front of the altar. Hey, what is this all about? What are they thinking they're doing? He's coming. He's not coming. You hear them? Something is coming. What is it? Oh, not yet. There! Wait! You're the youngest. Come. Hold on. Hold on. Wait for me. Walking is itch for a sleep to earn a plan. As soon as he gets to the altar we'll be able to see. Oh! Great. You taught it. When sisters there was no such thing as voodoo. They're the witch doctors who invoke the God Yiran Yungo. And when the God did appear he found he'd taken possession of the body of his wife. Very unusual. But not any more annoying than when a simple thing like a mean, salky, gloomy disposition takes possession of us. All times irregularity is entirely to blank. So the sensible thing to do is to get right after it with Carter's little liberties. I don't let the gloom of irregularity hold you back keep you from enjoying life and getting ahead in the world. Wake up to the flow of one of your most vital digestive uses with Carter's little liberties. Let them help you to feel up to that and bubbling with enthusiasm a life with a glorious feeling that goes with regularity. Just give Carter's little liberties a try. And I think you'll agree that Carter's little liberties can really be the best friend to your sunny disposition. You still think voodoo is all nonsense? Oh, you're not so sure now. But you still want me to go on with that story. Very well. Just a moment later now Alan Brandon and John Coles are still sitting in the room. Here I am. But we left her up at the house. It can't be. But it is. She's in some kind of a tank. Blast that witch doctor. I'm going to open the door. Isn't there a thing now that you can play? What would happen? I wait for dinner. Recall. See you again. Look. Look, they're all kneeling. Bowling to her. Yeah, nobody with the power is giving her blessed leader. Yankapun Yankapun Yankapun Yankapun Yankapun By night and by day through the four seasons as the green things go watch over a story that's been blessed. Look. She's raising her hand. She's blessing them. And now the image they go to without horns. Take it in your hand, leader. Give your spirit into it. Look. That image. She's picking it up. Putting it to her lips. Are you black double-out cheats or no? You idiot. What is your time? What I thought of that before killed him. Probably killed that only him with cereal, too. Look. Yeah, she's just fainted. Let's get her out of here. That's the house so quick. Inside here. We're on the couch. Pretty weak. Yeah, yeah. Some brandy, huh? Why did they let us go like that? Not even try and stop us. Well, I'm just sitting there. Hey, I don't know, but I'd have been happier. Here you are. I... What happened to madam? I'd blast at the witch doctor, T. Morone, some kind of a ceremony with a goat. The blessing of the goats without horns. Must they hypnotize her or something like that? Well, he won't try any more of his photo pics on her. Anybody else? I killed him. You'll do. Yeah, hold her hand, Brandy. Brandy. I am afraid that will not help me, sir. Please. You do not give Brandy to someone who is dead. Dead? What are you talking about? Her heart is still beating. Yes. But she is not really alive. If she... has so let her body when T. Morone calls to her. When you killed him, it could not find its way back. It is out of the... lost in the night. Well, John, haven't you done enough harm already? All right. We've got to get a doctor for her. Right away. Yes, monsieur. Well, if her soul does not find its way back soon, it will never come back. But there is no white doctor that can help her. Where are you? Shut up. Where's the nearest one, Allen? About the coast, in about nine miles of the road. I'll show you the way. All right. Well, come on. You stay here and watch him, yeah? What if anything happens to her? Yes, monsieur. I will stay. Are you coming, John? Yes, all right. God wandering around somewhere in the night. She's afraid of that fall. Maybe it's a fever and she's out of her head. Well, which way? Shortest way is that way there. You mean through the jungle? When it's dark, we won't be able to see it. Listen, Colt, you may not know it, you may not care, but nearly as white as in danger. I'm not sure a doctor can help her, but I'm going to get one if I have to crawl on my hands and knees. You've been saved the last hour. We're lost. That's what we are. Lost somewhere here in the jungle. Listen, I don't care what you do. We're out of the jungle. What do you mean? I mean we've been walking in a circle and we're back where we started talking. It's impossible. No, it's not possible. It was he, in my room, and there in his right hand, an egg. It is the first catch conjured. Your life is in that egg, and as long as he holds it, you can never leave here. Never leave, I... but I've got you. I'm a burial. I get it, but that means that I... that I'd have to touch him and... I... Well, I'll give you to move at this moment. And, uh, faithful Dumbledore, look well so you will know it again. Now I'm getting out of here and I'm taking Meryl with me. Start walking up over here. Back to the house. Meryl, out here. Oh, she shouldn't be moved now. Try to do as I say. Perhaps we had sex here. Come with you. But you know what he's written. Night or night. Meryl, but she didn't have anything to do with that. No, I think she will record it. Now that's what... Right foot. Yes, Meryl. I guess you're terribly tired and weak. Please. Is it... what happened? You don't remember? The last thing I remember was John going down to the native quarter and... you were going after him. But... where is John? He's outside getting the car. She's never about to get with him. He's going to take you away. Oh, wait. I don't know. After all, he is your husband. I don't care. I hate him. I hate him. The madam was not alone in taking the car. And... he's an animal. What do you mean? Somehow... I have the feeling that... this is... We'll go. Come on, Pierre. There's his car. But where is he? There he is. Yes, Mr. John, John, what happened? What happened? He can't be the same one. He shot it. Perhaps it is the mix of the... There's only one way the sex could have been. It was in the car. The egg. He marred the egg with his life in it. Have you forgotten that he broke that himself? Let's put something in your ear. Neither do I. And let me whisper this in your ear, folks. There are just 15 shopping days until Christmas. 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Now, if you should happen to get into an argument with anyone about whether the dead come back from the grave, about ghosts without horns, black magic and conjuring, what not, remember the old saying, voodoo to others. You would have them voodoo to you. Dread this month's Inner Sanctum Mystery Novel filed by Fury, by Craig Rice, on sale at your favorite bookstore. Good night. Sweet dreams. See on guard. Don't let it sneak up on you like a thief in the night. What is it? Listen to this report from a Harris home as Mrs. Harris said to her maids. Hannah, I'll never give another party. I'm going straight to bed. Oh, before dinner, ma'am. I'm exhausted. All those chatting noisy women depressed me so. I wouldn't do too quickly blame the guests, ma'am. You've been kind of edgy and cross all week, not like yourself at class. You're right, Hannah. I'm sorry. Oh, I know how it is. And when I get to see them that way, I know it's time to try cautions that deliver pills. Right. 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