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I time, isn't it? Quite a proper man you've grown to be too. We've missed you, Georgey. More than I can say for you. The street. The only home I've had since my mum and dad was taken. The Blitz. That's how they got it. And now I came to live with my Uncle Burt, if you can call that living. Where I've been the last six months is due to him. Dartmoor Penn. One of his little schemes that he taught me into, saying how safe it was. And it was for Uncle Burt, but not for me, because Uncle Burt is a crook and a liar. He'd steal the pennies off a dead man's eyes. Only he'd never get caught. They could prove it on the dead one sooner than they could on Uncle Burt. Come on, come on, move along there. Hey, you there, just a minute. You're George Williams, ain't you? That's right, Copper. What of it? Oh, nothing at all, me lad. Just mind you don't cut any fancy capers now that you're back. I can take care of myself, I can. Ah, and if you can't, there are those again, you know? Don't forget that. That's what it's like being from the street. You're marked with it. And if you're kin to Uncle Burt, it goes for double. But there's no place to go. So, uh, I'm going home. Georgie! Georgie, lad! Hello, Uncle Burt. Georgie, you're a sight, Missouri. Come on in, come in. Welcome home. I'm coming in, but there's no need to carry on so about it. Carry on about it. While you're the prodigal son you are, Georgie, me lad. It's the credit card for you. Come off it, Uncle Burt. You don't want me back. If there was any other place in the old of England for me to hang my hat, I wouldn't be back. Oh, my boy, now that hurts, there does. You think you'd say that to me what raised you from a young lad? Yeah, and got me a six-month stretch of hard labour to top it off. Downright, ungrateful I am, eh, Uncle Burt? Georgie, yeah, I was hard to know. You'd go ahead and do something I only spoke about in jest. Yes, but if I'd come home with a swag, you'd have had your share quick enough and know just about that. Well, I'm sorry for what happened, Georgie. You never know what I've been through, blaming me so for it so well. But bygones is bygones. But come on in to the bed while then I've got a bit of a surprise for you. Hello, George. Mrs. Pendry. Oh, you see, Burt, he does remember me. Isn't that nice? I couldn't very well help it. Seeing all the errands I used to run to you from the shop in I Street. I hardly expected to see you down in these parts, though. Well, you see, I don't have the shop anymore. Oh, so did I. Yes, and... Burt, you tell him. Tell me what? That's a surprise I was telling you about, Georgie Led. Mrs. Pendry and I got itched last week. We're married. So you see, George, you'll have to call me Aunt Edna now. Married? First wet me off my feet, he did. You married him. And why not? Oh, George, I know it seems a bit queer to someone your age, two people as old as we are. But we were both lonely. Since my husband died, I've had no one... And she needs someone to take care of her. Can't get it back much now, you know. My old heart. You remember, don't you, George? And so she let me take over the job and made me the happiest man in the world to boot. You do understand, don't you, George? Well, I... I expect you'll be moving out of this rat hole, then. Both of you will go and live in your house, I expect. Am I, Mrs. Pendry? Mrs. Williams now, Led. Aunt Edna. Aunt Edna, then. Well, you see, I don't have my house anymore, George. Ah, there's a gabby lot around here. Well, we didn't want to give him any chance to say I'd married Aunt Edna for her money. So I sold my house, too. But I don't care where I live. So long as I'm with Bert. And you're just as welcome here as ever. Even more, you have your room upstairs you always used to have, and all. Oh. Hey, hold on. What's up? Where is it? Where's what? You know what? The picture. The picture of my mother that was over the mantelpiece. Oh, Bert. I asked you to leave it where it was. There's a new mistress in the house now, Led. Never mind about that. Where's the picture? End it over. Well, mind are you too. End it over, I said. And it's no good raising her out because I can't end it over. What have you done with it? You had no right to put your filthy hands on it. Then you must know I burned it. Burned it? The only thing I had in the world to remind me of her. Why, why, you what, no? Well, you keep away from me now. Don't you raise your hand to me? Bert! Oh, you're crazy, young fool. Now, now, now. See what you've done. Well, what's up with her? You're blithering. You did it here. Give me Anne. Get her to her room. I don't need you both, but if George wouldn't mind, get me a bit of my medicine. It's a blue bottle in the kitchen cupboard. A teaspoon in half a glass of water. Go on, don't sting there. All right, all right. Keep your air on. Come along, my dear. Thank you, Bert. Now, come on. On the bed with your nap. There you are. Here's your medicine. Give it to you. Here, drink this now, Bert. Oh, thank you, Bert. Feeling better now? I'll be all right after a bit. I'll just lie here and rest for a while. If you don't mind. Aren't you? We'll be just outside here if you want anything. Come on, Georgie. I'm sorry to be such a bother. And thank you, George. Nothing to thank me for. It's a better verse. Ask me fair what it to death. I dare say. What's the game, Uncle Bert? Game? What game? You know what? This marriage business. You heard what she said. We was both lonely. Lonely. You're not tying yourself down, playing nursemaid to some old abag because you're lonely. Not you. George, you're speaking of my wife. Your what? Your wife's money. That's all you've got your eye on. Ah, so that's it. Then why didn't I move into the fine posh house on my street? Why didn't I? Because you'd rather have the cash I expect. All right. Suppose I do come into a bit of cash one day. One day? If you can wait that long. And just what do you mean by that? I don't know. All I know is I'm not having any. I'm clearing out now, tonight. But I didn't go. Oh, I don't know why. That night when it was late enough so I reckoned they'd be asleep, I made straight for the kitchen. I was near dead from hunger I was. I started rummaging through the cupboard. And then I saw it. Right next to a bottle of medicine. A little box it was. Marked with a skull and crossbones. Poison. Rat poison. Hello, George. Edna. Why, what's the matter? Look as though I'd scared you half to death. Oomie? Oh, no, no. You just came on me a bit sudden, that's all. I didn't expect to find you up. I've been wanting to talk to you. Why? Why don't you and your uncle Bert get along? Well, if you must know, Uncle Bert and I don't quite see eye to eye on one or two things. But, oh, well, I'll be out of his way soon enough. Never fear about that. George, I know Bert isn't all that. Well, I know what people say about him. But he's been good to me. Got his reasons too, I daresay. He's a sharp one he is. He's been good to me, and perhaps if he had a chance, if he hadn't been in the street, he'd have been a good man all his life. The street. That's what we all put our troubles onto here. The street. I know it's hard, George. But if maybe you could get yourself a bit of education. Oh, why, of course. All I have to do is trot along up to ox with the rest of the millionaire's sons. No, I didn't mean that. Just learn a trade for a starter. And for the money? Well, I've got a bit of money. Oh, no, I don't need any help. Yours or anybody else's. While the last six months I've had about all the reforming I can stand. It's not that, George. You're like a nephew to me now. You'd better stick to reforming Uncle Bert. He needed as much as I do. Maybe you'd have a bit more. Oh, hello, George. I told you you'd get hungry if you didn't eat. Proper fortune teller, you are. What are you doing up at this time of night, Edna? You shouldn't be jumping up in the middle of the night if you don't know what it is. Oh, I heard, George. I just wanted to see if he was all right. Well, up along the bed now. There's a good girl. I'll take care of her, Georgie. Well, good night. Good night, my dear. You're not in a proper mood, George. You'll never make your way in the world. Not the way you're going about it. I suppose you know just how to go about it. That's why you've lived in this filthy old all your life. I wouldn't say that. But I know one way. I've got me plans. What's this? This part of your flans, is it? That? Well, it's rat poison, ain't it? I ain't never seen no rats around here. Well, there's no harm having a bit of Andy, is there? Hands of prevention is worth a pound of cure, you know. And a proper Andy place you've got for it, too, haven't you? Right next to a bottle of medicine. Ah, so that's it. So now I'm a cruel and inhuman monster that would poison his own wife, is that it? I didn't say you would. But I... I didn't say you wouldn't, neither. I think I got it all planned, eh? I slipper the poison and no one even bothers to ask why she rolled up because they all know she got a bad ticker. Is that the way you see it? I see you've done a bit of thinking at any rate. Now look here, George Milled. Even if I was the monster you say, I'd be the last one to kill her. Don't you see? Not yet I don't. I have to make out there will, Georgie. I'll get the stuff anyway. I can afford to wait. I don't know about certain other parties, Georgie, that would benefit along with me, but I can afford to wait. For Suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you Roddy MacGowell in One Way Street. Roma Wines' presentation tonight in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills. Suspense. Between the acts of suspense, this is Ken Niles for Roma Wines. 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And now Roma wines bring back to our Hollywood soundstage Roddy McDowell as Georgie Williams with Raymond Lawrence as his Uncle Bert and Jeanette Nolan as his Aunt Adna in One Way Street, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. I should have known it then. That the day I found the rat poison, what Uncle Bert was up to. I knew he'd married Edna for her money. I knew he was rotten enough to... but I... I watched him like an orc. I fixed all the meals myself, seeing I wanted to help around the house. And the poison was always there, up in the kitchen cupboard next to a medicine with the skull and crossbones on it. And the sea and... I see nearly. Now, hello there, Georgie-led. Just in time to have a spot of tea with us. Tea? Well, what's odd about that? We're not tossed perhaps, but we can have a spot of tea all the same, I expect. It was Bert's idea. Said it made us seem more of a family-like. Have a cup, Georgie. No, thanks. But I'll turn the tray around for you, though. Here. Here, hold on. Here we go. Oh, looks a bit unsteady. There you are. Now, you get Aunt Edna's cup and she gets yours. But there's no matter, is it? Of course not. It's all the same tea. You don't mind. Do you, Uncle Bert? No, no. Why should I? Oh, it is nice to have a cup of tea about this time of day. I'd almost forgotten. Well, uh, drink up, Uncle Bert. We'll only get cold sitting there. What's up, Pettish and Addy? I like it a bit cool on the... myself. Well, is there anything wrong with your tea, Bert? Mine's lovely. Shouldn't be anything wrong with it. Fix it himself, he did. Of course there's nothing wrong with it. No, lovers, Bert. No need to take it all down in a gulp. I think you were swallowing rank poison. Something sticking your throat, then, Uncle Bert. What is it? There, there. Oh, I've got to swallow in me windpipe. It's good now. Fix me another cup like a good lad, will you, Georgie? You can kill mine, too, if you will, George. Right, you are. You know where the tea is, Georgie? No, I... No, it's in the kitchen cupboard. Right next to the medicine. You'll find it, Georgie. Right next to the medicine. But the tea wasn't next to the medicine. It wasn't there at all. Only the little box was there with the skull and crossbones and still unopened. Poison. I found the tea and poured out the two cups. But all the time my eye was on the little box. I was thinking how I had to get away, had to get away and about the money and how easy it would be. And then it come to me all in a flash what Bert was up to and why I'd done nothing about it. Because he'd known what I was thinking before I knew it myself. He knew what I was thinking out there in the kitchen right then. He knew I was thinking about murder. That night I hid the box. Didn't chuck it out, mind. You only hid it in a place not too hard to find. Next morning it was back in the cupboard right next to the medicine. Poison. No mistake about it now. Another of Uncle Bert's nice, safe little schemes. Safe for him. He'd all become right out in so many words with it. Nothing to arrange but the terms. I knew he'd get to that too once he was sure of me. All he had to do was wait was what he thought. Wait for me to kill her. Cleaning up the breakfast dishes eh? Well it don't look like I'm playing a bloody game of darts does it now? Georgie, I was looking for that rat poison last night and the devil's own job to find it. I could have told you where it was. Found some rats at last have you? Not in particular. Thought it best to have it out there where it's handy though. Well it's handy now alright. So what I put in did ya? Now look here Georgie. You know how I feel about you. What's mine is yours. Whatever I have or whatever I might get share and share alike. 50-50. Partners, that's me. First I've ever known you to offer a bloke so much as a time of day. I might be the last too. But the one time might be worth all the rest. Only times I've known you cheat your own grandmother out of the last two teeth in her head. That says maybe. But if you're partners you're taking your chances together aren't ya? Both of you in the same for bad of a good. Got to treat each other fair and square then don't ya? If it's like that. That's how it is alright. You think it over. See if it ain't. Yes my dear. Now taking bad are ya? Right you are. Well Georgie, you know how to fix it don't ya? I know how to fix it. I'll just nip along down the road then. Got a few things to attend to. But I'll be back in plenty of time. Minds you are then. And Georgie, fix it right this time. I got the medicine and mixed it up as usual. But I scarcely knew what I was doing. Because all the time I was thinking about the street. About my shirt that was always frayed and dirty. About my baggy second hand suit. And how, well, what did she matter to me anyhow? She was a sure thing to roll up in a year or two anyway. What with that ticker averse? But if she did now I... I was free. Free. The next thing I knew I'd open the box and dump enough of the stuff into her glass to kill a cart horse. Then I was carrying it into her. Walking like in a dream. And wondering where my voice was coming from. It sounded so strange and far away. Just sit it down on the table with you, George. Right, oh. Aren't you all right, Edna? I hate to be such a trouble to you, George. You've been awfully good about the house here and all. Oh, it's no trouble. All the same. I know it isn't easy. Oh, I don't mind. Always used to help my mum about the house. You loved your mother a lot, didn't you, George? Yes, I... Yes, I did. I wish you'd do what I know she'd want you to do if she was alive. What's that? Get away. Get away from the street. I know she's praying for that, wherever she is. The street does things to people, George. Terrible things. Well, I... I will. I will get away one day. One day may be too late. Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. Why don't you let me help you? I know she'd want that, too. Do you? Do you really think she would? Oh, I know she would. George, please. No. No, I said I don't want any help and I... and I don't. All right, George. I won't see any more. Hand me my medicine, please. What? My medicine. On the table. Oh, here you are. Thank you. No. George. I'm sorry. I slipped. I did. Did you? Yes, I... I thought you struck the glass out of my hand. No, no, no, I didn't. Anyway, it's no matter. I'll get you some more. George. Aunt Ed... Aunt Ed, you've got to get away from here. Get away? Yes, now. Today, before it's too late. Perhaps it is too late. No, no, it isn't. Not for you. I can't get out of it. I never will, but you can. You've got money. You've got to go. Are you sure? That's best? I know it is for everyone. For you, I mean. For your health. That's it. That's what I mean. I was thinking about your health. Oh, you'll never get well here. You'll die here. I've been prepared for that. For quite a while. Oh, Aunt Ed, I'm not here. You've got to go. Promise me you'll go. Yes. Perhaps that is best. All right, George. I'll go. That night I slept. Really slept. For the first time in weeks. When I woke up, it seemed late. I heard the sound of dishes down in the parlor. I jumped into my clothes in a flash and looked down the stairs. They were having breakfast. I seemed to turn all sick inside. I ran down the back stairs to the kitchen and over to the cupboard. The boss was still there, but it was empty. The poison had been used since yesterday. I ran out into the parlor. Oh, thanks. I'll think all will. Ed, don't. Don't drink it. Well, what's got into you? Did you drink it, Ed, and tell me? My coffee? Why, yes. It's poisoned. Shut up, you fool. I won't shut up. I knew he'd do it. He wanted me to, and when I wouldn't, he did it himself. But he won't get away with it, Edna. I've got to call the police. I'll get your doctor. George, no. You've set her off again, you fool. Get a medicine. Quick. I did not. Get the medicine. I'll tell you. I'll see to her. Medicine. She's dead. Dead? Oh, don't try any of that, Uncle Bert. You poisoned her. You didn't. And I know it. I looked at the box in the kitchen, and it's empty. And I'm going to the police. George! George! Well? I swear I didn't. I swear I didn't. Oh, that's holy. She made the coffee herself. She brought it out with her own hands. She did? George! Call the doctor. She's down for me. Call the doctor. Quick. So that's it. You've been the ruddy mastermind so far. You get your own doctor. George! George! So long, Uncle Bert. Happy landings. I went next door and asked Mrs. Wiggins to call the police. Then I went back to the house. I picked up Edna in my arms and carried her to her room. Later on, a bed. I smoothed out a pillar for her head as though she was still alive. Then I saw it. The picture of my mother. And the note. Dear George. Don't be sorry for me and don't think badly of me. I was wrong to close my eyes to things just because I didn't want to see them. But after yesterday, I knew you were right. And it was best for me to go away. Give this note to the police so that they will know it was me and not you that poisoned him. I found a picture of your mother in the attic. She was so beautiful that I could see why even Bert couldn't really burn it like he said. Take the money that I've left and leave the street. But carry a picture with you wherever you go. For I know she will always be watching over you. As she was yesterday. To keep you from harm. And so shall I. Your friend, Edna. Whether you're dining alone with your family or having guests for dinner, here's a smart, simple way to enrich your mealtime pleasure. To lend charming distinction to your table and enhance the hidden flavors of your favorite foods. Serve delightful Grand Estate California Burgundy. The ideal flavor made for hearty foods, red, robust Grand Estate Burgundy brings out all the taste goodness of juicy roast beef. Temptingly enriches the flavor of steaks, sizzling chops, or even plain hamburger. No wonder to discriminating wine users, Grand Estate wines are the crowning achievement of Vintner's skill. And all Grand Estate wines are distinguished limited bottlings by Roma, America's greatest Vintner. Each is born of choicest grapes, then unhurriedly guided to rich taste perfection by ancient Roma skill, the magic of necessary time, and America's finest winemaking resources. With tomorrow's dinner, enjoy the rare taste luxury, the gracious pleasure of Grand Estate wines. Presented by Roma, the greatest name in wine. This is Roddy McDowell. I just wanted to say a few words in my own voice. It's been a very great pleasure for me to be able to appear on suspense. Thank you, and good night. Roddy McDowell is currently appearing in the Metro-Golden Mayor Technicolor production, Holiday in Mexico. Tonight's suspense play was written by Sanford Schlesinger and Robert Richards. Next Thursday, same time, you will hear Mr. Van Heflin as Star of Suspense. Produced and directed by William Spear for the Roma Wine Company of Fresno, California. In the coming weeks, suspense will present such stars as Glenn Ford, James Stewart. Make it a point to listen each Thursday to Suspense, Radio's outstanding theater of thrills. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.