 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 on 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. Mr. Sanctum Mystery brought to you by the makers of Carter's Little River Field, the best friend to your Sunday disposition. Good evening friends. This is Raymond, your host, welcoming you again to the inn of Sanctum. Can I get a moment, sir? 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, a good evening for what? And of course, there's only one answer to that question. A good evening for a murder. Tonight, the inn of Sanctum Mysteries brings you The Island of Death, an original radio, Mr. Dama, written by Robert Newman, and presented to you on a segment by the makers of Carter's Little River Field. 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 Carter's Little River Field. Let them wake up the flow of one of your most vital digestive uses and prove to yourself that Carter's Little River Fields are the best friend to your Sunday disposition. Now, I think we're ready to begin. Ready to begin a strange and terrible tale as I've returned a man-tear gray overnight. 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, Katie. It is night. The fierce tropical storm is raging, and Carter has slowly down the road with a cane field and one side of it, the jungle on the other. Now it's vague. 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 headband. I don't need it walking up the road. Maybe he can... Yeah, man. Hey. How 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? All right, John. There's something wrong with it. Hey. It doesn't work. Well, it was working just a minute ago. Now, what in the name of... There's something left here. 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's why I'm here. 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? We're looking for the Plantation St. Jackson. 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 called me. Oh. Well, how do we get there? If you go down this road one mile, you'll hear such a light. And when you get there, well, perhaps we'll meet 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 doctor? What on earth makes you think that? I don't know. Well, he looked and talked. And after all, the horn did stop working. Are you close? No, I'm not. Alan B. You have to make things even more difficult than they are already. Well, it would make things any easier if I pretended that we were a couple of friends. It didn't matter to me that you married him instead of me. No, Alan. I guess not. I'm sorry. You're a liar. Order me a drink right here. Of course. Yeah. I'll make something for you. Yes, you too. I'll work. Did you find out what was wrong with the horn? Yeah, one of the wires has come loose. Well, an old native on the road, Muriel's convinced that he was a witch doctor. But it's not that he was sustained. 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 ladies believe. They don't like being laughed at. You mean they really still believe in voodoo? Stuff like that? Well... Yes, you're right, sir. Up here. Do you believe in voodoo? But not really, sir. Oh, this is funny. This is really funny. They've come to seal hands during the doskong. Well, 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 go down there. Oh, no, monsieur. I am sorry, monsieur. I just met Mr. Din Voodoo conjuring, perhaps high, the closest one. You're here? Oh, I'm no papaloir, monsieur van Gogh. I have some steel with the knuckle bones selling horses. And this, monsieur, cold and good night. No, why not? Go ahead, Pierre. Very well, monsieur. An hour or nine times. That means unhappiness. Oh. I see a city far away from here. I see two men in love with the same woman. Yes. Let him finish. Oh, Pierre. One of the men is rich and powerful. The other is not. The one who is rich has 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 selling her. Go on, go on. Thank you, coach. How dare you hit him for two cents? Oh, all right, monsieur van Gogh. You did not hurt me, man. Oh. Well, I haven't even started yet. Go, Pierre. Just a second, coach. Oh, brand. I had a hunch you weren't getting as much as you're cut out of the natives. That you were too soft with them. No, I know it. You're fired, too. Don't. So, that's why you insisted 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 asked for a time... Ah, no, you're not, Eleanor. I have come a long way. Now you say what you are. I'm going down to a field and Hudson really showed him who's boss. Alan. Poor Alan, like this. All right, young man. Being fired doesn't bother me. Are they true? But it's... Really, you are, uh... No, you're either bad. Yes, you're bad, but excuse me. But I think you should know. The drums. It is not a dog's congo. It is this herdic maple. Timmarone is down with the... What? Oh, it's Timmarone. It's the most famous mistocker on the island. Then maybe it's flying, but he thinks it's him. Mr. Muriel, you stay here with Pierre. I'm going out for a chance. I'll be down here a few minutes ago tomorrow. Yes, you said it. And you will pay well to see some good news. Mr. Dispector, he is in the Hunpoha temple. What? There's no temple here. There is not the... Come with me into this party. That iron ring there lifted up. A trapdoor? No, then the steps. That's exactly what I've been looking for. Listen, John, I never did like you much, and I shouldn't really care what happened to you, but... The white-haired ladies have brought me in here. You know who he is. Sure. The old coot. I met him on the road earlier this evening. He happens to be Timmarone, the most horrible papal lion species. Yep. Well, when I get finished with him, he won't show his face around this plantation again, and I'll hurry him up. Silence! Silence! It's a repeat. Iceman, I warn you, he doesn't know who himself can be here. There is no telling what steps he will take. Good buddy, he is full. Never mind the warnings. Go ahead. Very well. Party! Come back to John. One hand, go from the jungles at night. Come with us. Come this way. And come with us. Come to the body. He's coming. Quick, buddy. The water spinkles down the ground. It spreads to the altar. Hey, what is this all about? What do they think they're doing? Where does that come from? You hear them? Something is coming. The jungles! Come! Hold on! Don't! Walking as if you were asleep, you're in a trance. As soon as he gets to the altar, we'll be able to see. Great, start it! There's no such thing as voodoo. There's the witch doctor to invoke the god Yiranyango. And when the god did appear, he found he'd taken possession of the body of his wife. It's a simple thing, but if you're in the altar, mean, selfie, gloomy disposition takes possession of us, all times irregularity is entirely to blame. So, the sensible thing to do is to get right after it with Carter's little liver pill. 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 flow of one of your most vital digestive uses with Carter's little liver pill. Let them help you to feel mad and bubbling with enthusiasm. A life with a glorious feeling that goes with regularity. Just give Carter's little liver pill to trial. And I think you'll agree that Carter's little liver pill can really be the best friend to your sunny disposition. So, 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 sutter and in the pool. And I'm suspicious of Carter. 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 get her to move. Isn't there a thing now that you can say? What's that? I wait until the end after it's gone. See you then. Look. Look. They're all kneeling. Bowing to her. We are nobody with the power we've given you. Bless us, Lida. Yank up, Lada. Yank up, Lada. Yank up, Lada. By night and by day through the four seasons as the green things go watch over us, Lida and bless us. Look. She's raising her hand. She's blessing them. And now the image they go to without horns. Take it in your hand, Lida. Breathe your spirit into it. Look. That image. She's picking it up. Putting it to her lips. Are you black devil out? What has she done? What I thought I'd done before killed him. Probably killed out of him but you're ill too. Look. Yeah, she's just fainted. Let's get her out of here. Back to the house real quick. Yeah. Yeah, some brandy hurt. Why did they let us go like that? Not even try and stop us. All of them just sitting there. I'd have been happier if it was you. I... What happened to madam? I'd blast at which doctor T. Morone some kind of a ceremony with a goat. The blessing of the goat without horns. Must they hypnotize her or something like that? But he won't try any more of his photo pics on her. Anybody else? I killed him. You'll do. You'll see my home. Yeah. May I hold her hand while I give her some of this brandy? Brandy. I am afraid that will not help you, sir. You do not give brandy to someone with this. What are you talking about? Her heart is still beating. Yes. But she is not really alive. If she has so let her body into my own cold to her. When you killed him it could not find its way back. It is out there. Lost in the night. Stop this, John. Haven't you done enough harm already? All right. We've got to get a doctor for her. Right away. Yes, monsieur. But if her soul does not find its way back soon it will come back. But there is no white doctor that can help her. Will you shut up? Where is the nearest one, Allen? About nine miles up 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, sir. Hurry up. Yes, all right. Holy God. Wandering around somewhere in the night. She's pregnant, that's all. Maybe it's 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, Colts. You may not know it. You may not care, but merely your wife is 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. I don't know. Can't be much further. That's what you've been saying the last hour. There we are. We're off somewhere here in the jungle. Listen, I don't care what you do, but I've had enough of this. I mean, we've been walking in a circle and we're back where we started. All right. Well, it's impossible. What are you doing here? I was not put. It was he. He's my home. He's you. And there, in his right hand, an egg. It is the past catch conjured. No life is in that egg. And as long as he holds it, you can never leave here. Never leave, I... But I... I've got you. But he would care about burial. I'll wait for him here. Of course. But don't keep my own sheep. Take it. But that means that I... that I'd have to touch him. All right. Well... Oh, that's just this moment. And, uh... Make for them, brother. Look well so you will know it again. Enough of this. Now I'm getting out of here and I'm taking burial with me. Start walking both of you. Oh, she shouldn't be moved now. Tell you as I say. Perhaps we have that. You know what he's written. Night or night. But she didn't have anything to do with that. I know. That is why I think she will record it. Now that's what has to be done. All right. But yes, Helen. I guess you're terribly tired and weak. Is it... What happened? 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'd never have thought she'd come here with him. He's going to take you away. Well, wait. I don't know. After all he is your husband. I don't care. I hate him. I hate him. Madame was not alone in taking me. What do you mean? Somehow I have the feeling that... We'll go. Come on, Pierre. There's his car. But where is he? There he is. Yes, Monsieur. John, John. What happened? What? The same one. He shot it. Perhaps it is the mate of the woman. There's only one way the snake could have been. But what's in the car? The egg in the madam's egg with his life in it. Have you forgotten that he broke that himself? I'll whisper something in your ear. Neither do I. And let me whisper this in your ear, folks. There are just 15 shopping days until Christmas. Full of rush, hurry, and crowd. About all you can do is face things armed with a good disposition. So don't let irregularity get you down. Get out of that low-gauge clock irritable feeling with quarters and a little pill. Let them wake up the floor, one of your most important suggestions. And help turn those 15 shopping days into 15 topping days. Full of a glorious, pleasant, real life feeling that goes with regularity. Remember the name? Cardi's Little Liverpool. Yes, and remember this, too. Christmas comes but once a year. But year up, Cardi's Little Liverpool can be the best friend to your sunny disposition. Name and your host again? Getting ready to close that weekend door for the Inner Sanctum until the same time next week. And don't forget, there's safety in numbers, so be sure to have all your friends listen with you. Remember all names of characters used on the Inner Sanctum Mystery broadcast are entirely fictitious. Now, if you should happen to get into an argument with anyone about whether the dead come back from the grave, or if it's about ghosts without horns, black magic, and conjuring, whatnot, remember the old saying. And for others, if you would have them, voodoo to you. Let this month's Inner Sanctum Mystery novel, Trial by Fury, by Craig Rice, on sale at your favorite bookstore. Good night. Sweet dreams. Don't let it sneak up on you like a thief in the night. What is it? Listen to this report from the Harris Hall, but 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. 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