 That is as comfortable as a can around this very strange man we're going to introduce to now. Now, there he's a practically someone who hates you one at all. Or if it don't be a lie, there are plenty of others here just to frighten you. So do join us because misery loves company. The inner sanctum mystery brings you one of Radio's best-known stars, Mr. Sanchez Norfiger. Like Mr. Norfiger appears as Gerald Higgins in Death as Floor, an original radio channel by Sigmund Pillick. Presented beyond Sigmund by the makers of Cartner's Little Liverpool. The life it is with the two-way access. Everybody knows what the name Cartner's Little Liverpool means. That's why for over 60 years most have watched him and taken them with confidence. Whenever a gentleman is fishing like it is with him. The answer they've known too, that the name Cartner's Little Liverpool also means part of him, because they wake up the flow of a very important suggestive season. 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It isn't right to take the life of a pencillic animal. A pencillic? What about me? Right sleep is more important than the miserable life of one of these cats. Bad luck to kill a cat. Bad luck, my eyes. Oh, I get it. You're the guy who keeps the house full of cats. I have three cats. I don't care how many cats you have or whose cats they are. They ain't gonna howl anymore in this tired one that I'm through with them. I warn you, Mr. Cush. Leave those cats alone. I tell you with bad luck to kill any of these beautiful creatures. Oh, uh, crackpot. Can't argue with a crackpot. To me, cats are disgusting. Anyone better than to touch them. Beautiful creatures in the world. Maybe they are to you, but they won't be so beautiful after I get through with them. You'd better go back to sleep, and we'll be cats alone. Go back to sleep yourself. What are you doing up at this hour anyway? I had a premonition that Apollo was in danger. This devil is Apollo. My silver-gray fur is the fur of the finest cats. Oh, you're nuts, Mr. Higgins. I ain't gonna get some cats to the ticks all night. They're best to your apartment, you fool, before it's too late. Oh, there they are. Don't mess with the cats. I don't want to. But I am gonna get them. If I could come again. Let me go. I want you. I won't. I'm alone. You kill my cats, would you? You can't. You'll never call them, not again. Both of them score. You'll win, Mr. Higgins. I'll kill anyone else who dares to lay a hand on my beloved friend. I'm sorry, Mr. Higgins. I'm sorry, Mr. Higgins. You'll have to answer a few questions. What was your husband doing in the yard? I told him not to go down. I wouldn't let him. His dad was lying and crazy. He couldn't sleep. Does anybody hate your husband? Or is he ever threatened? He did. I only heard of my husband. He never bothered anyone. He was a good, hard-working husband. Do you know what time he left the house? No. And when did you go down and look for him? He was. I couldn't understand what's happening. He was lying in the yard. On his bed. His eyes. I couldn't see. I just screamed. I got in a minute of the accident. Oh, family. Oh, family. Well, that'll be all now. Come on, Sergeant. We'll go through the rest of the house. We're going to investigate every tenant in this building. This isn't robbery. The wallet was found alongside the body. No safe would stop them from your wallet. Anyone who committed a murder would get away from the scene as fast as he could. Let's go, Sergeant. We'll start from the first floor and walk our way up. Open up. This is late. Is anything wrong? One of your neighbors, Dan Kirsch, was murdered about an hour ago. Kirsch, maybe? It's terrible. What do you mean? My name's Harold Hagan. How come you didn't hear anything? I was asleep. You were sleep very soundly. Yes, I do. Strange that you slept through all this. Very common. Do you sleep at the car? The unusual if I were. Where do you sleep, Hagan? In the bedroom. Long time. That's the north of it out there. They're just a little too cool, excuse me. Most anyone would be shocked and horrified being awakened in the middle of the night. A clone of a neighbor was murdered. That's my name to be acceptable. Nothing stupid would be. Let's take a look at your bag. Follow me. That's it, all right? What are you doing? Just feeling it. It's not too warm to your sleep. I went to sleep a little before midnight. And you heard nothing? Nothing, nothing at all. I can't hear anything when I'm asleep. Are you sure you didn't hear a scream? No, I didn't. Let's see your hands. Before. All right, let's see your hands. All right. Here they are. Scratch on your hands. If you look closely, you'll see that it's a few days old. Mr. Kersh. I have no reason to kill you or anyone else. I'm at peace from there abiding citizens. Did you know Mr. Kersh? Not very well. I nodded to him whenever I saw him. Mr. Hagen, do you live along this? Yes. What do you do for a living? I'm the kind. All right, Hagen, I guess that's all right now. Good night, all right. I hope you found a criminal. We will. Why don't you look at your phone? You kept in my cab tail. Hey, wait a minute. Mr. Kersh was killed trying to get rid of the bomb catch which had been disturbing his police. Your pass might have been wonderful. Very thoughtful. You love that dog. Yes, I'm quite confident. I have to be. Oh, it's pretty. All right, that's all right. I have four or five other families in the family to keep that. I guess that a million to keep it a name in the test. The second thing to fear about you can test. Knowing strange about keeping this test or free is something different. I'm going now, but I'll be back. There's nothing I can say no to, but somehow I feel like you know more than you appear to know. You're looking to know more than you ever were. It's nice to see you meddle. Oh, I'd like to put my arms around your miserable coat. Squeeze it under your eyes, bulging your face. Time's crumpled. You can also strike with a lightning speed of a cat. You are my foolish meddling officer. You are my irresistible fury. It's you. She's my spirit. You want to be correct. What should I do? End from the hours and times. You can take the word of Raymond, your host here in the intersection, but I won't cross you up there. But I guess you'd prefer the cat, the Gerald Hayden. He doesn't seem to like halfway measures. And wise folks who neither like to do it don't like halfway measures either. When two-way half is probably needed. First, take Carter's Little Liverpool. Selected as with its dependable two-way action. First, Carter's Little Liverpool's Relief Irregularity. Simply Burling. Second, they wake up the floor with very important digestive juice, usually within a half hour. This digestive juice is a vital aid in turning out the lazy digestive system and helps most folks enjoy the happy sense of well-being that goes with the normal proper digestion of food. The next time you need relief from the gloom of irregularity and a slowed-up digestion, don't go after them in a half-hearted way. Ask for Carter's Little Liverpool. The time-tested last it is that helps in more ways than one. Now that's our inter-sanction mystery. Hmm? You'd like another minute? Oh, no. I'm sorry, but we can't keep Hagan waiting. He's so impatient. He's liable to do anything. That's his business. Don't be afraid. I'm always with you. Following knife in the apartment of Mrs. Jackson, a widow living with her son, Robert. He's the next-born neighbor of Hagan. The whole tenement is frightened out of its whip by the murder of Dan Kirsch and Mrs. Jackson is no exception. Let's see if they're ready or not. Police working on the Kirsch murder case are in a loss. The murder man's money was discovered near the spot where the body was found. The residents of Bailey Street are asked to cooperate with the police by reporting any suspicious character immediately. They have to take extra precautions until the criminal is apprehended. The man may be a deranged killer. And I'll report to him. The person... Oh, they come here. It's time for you to go to bed, John. I have a surprise for you. How would you like to sleep in Mommy's bed? Excuse me, Mommy? Yes, darling. Go to bed together. And you can have a holiday tomorrow. Anywhere, not to go to school. No, you can stay home with Mommy all day. Robert. My hand's cold, Mommy. Let's help her now. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Who's there? Please. He's got a telephone call. It's a physical consignment. We're seen going into this house. Can anybody walk him back to the car? Yes, someone seemed to be in a hurry. Let's let him go. Well, it seemed to me as if he was going upstairs. And I'm not sure, but I thought I heard footsteps from the vacant apartment directly above this. Thank you, ma'am. This one is empty parking. This one off. It's 4C. They're backing in around the car of you. There's probably good hurt. Oh, there you are, sir. Maybe downstairs you should hear footsteps at the empty apartment. We've got to take a look. All right. Keep your gun ready. You don't know who's in there. You're in there? Come on out. I don't know, but this is the house I was looking for. There's no one in this room. Come on. We'll look through the rest of the apartment. The window's open. It leads to the roof. You go around through the hallway. I'll go through the fire escape. Did you notice anything? No, but there's super extended places to hide. Wait a minute. There's something behind that ledge. I hear something. Come on out or we'll shoot. Shoot at the first thing that moves from that ledge. You can't take any chances with the danger of stilling on the loose. Come on. We'll take another look around. My cat. What have you done to my cat? Oh, it's you, Agon. What are you doing here? I've had my cat scream. What have you done to him? Well, we shot him back. What a beautiful fellow. You heartless purchase. Take it easy, Agon, and watch your tongue. It means a kid you're cat. We just found taking chances with a dangerous killer on the loose. My good father did. It wouldn't make you live. It wouldn't. It wouldn't. It wouldn't. It wouldn't. It wouldn't. Where are you going with that cat? It really was. You've done your job. Better call the SPCA or the Department of Sanitation to get rid of that dead animal. Not the Sanitation. My cat is just rescued. He's gotten rid of like a pale of garbage. He was a living and beautiful animal. It's a moment to go and have a life of heart consciousness, feelings, dignity. This life was as important to it as all I've ever seen you. Oh, dare you call it garbage? I didn't call it anything. Let me back. Send my cat to my room. You'd better get rid of it fast before it begins to deteriorate. That's my business. That guy. Where enough to do anything? Ruth, I'm feeling just a little bit of ache. That's nothing to them. Not to me at all. Then you were only a cat. It was great. Oh, exclusively in hiding until you walked in your petty red, pure rara collar. Sit on my lap. Stoke is rich, frost is burnt. I'm never to hear it sweet. Hurrying again. The shant go unpunished. That's murder from the pace of the earth. I've killed him by degrees. I don't feel a torture suffering a slow supplication. I've squeezed the breath from him until he's begged with his eyes for pity. Until the muscle's cracked in his throat. It is now. It comes down with a cold touch. I promise you, Sheba. Empress, I won't rest until you're scared. Your next door neighbor. Yeah, I may be waiting. But I'm so nervous. It can't be too sure in this house anymore. Every time I hear a knock on the door, my eyes can't stand in my mouth. I don't think it's going to be more to worry about. You don't think you may be able to come back? I don't think it's worth it. You don't? What makes you think so? I don't know. I'm not afraid about the cats being killed last time. It's a shame. He's such a beautiful animal. He's so smart. I'm sure of my second cold breath. I hate them. They're all from me, you know, but I wouldn't hate them. After all, they didn't mean to do it. All I know is that they shot at Paula. I'm worried about my other cat, Sheba. Have you seen her dog today? Yeah, she was in the hall a little while ago. Oh, you're mistaken. This house is giving me a nervous breakdown. I haven't let Bobby go to school for two days. I'm a bad animal. I have so much shopping to do, and I'm afraid to leave him alone. Tell me, wouldn't it be too much trouble, Mr. Hagen, if I asked you to stay with Bobby while I was in shopping? Well, of course, Mr. Hagen. That's what you're going to do. Oh, thank you. Don't be more than 50 units. That's all right. No need to worry. We'll do anyway. Oh, here you are, my darling, Sheba. You've been hiding in the hall, haven't you? Now you'll be a good boy, Bobby. You'll be a good boy, Bobby. You'll be a good boy, Bobby. Oh, you're having a holiday, are you, Bobby? Yes, Mr. Hagen. It's my lesson to stay home. What's that for you? It's for the first or second season. Oh, it's very good. You know what it's for? Yeah, I know. It's a ridiculously dark. Let me hear it. Come on, don't be shy. I'll tell you what, if you want to try to form, I'll recite one of them. You're proud? Yes, I'm proud. Super, super, super dark. The mouse went out the clock. The clock took one, and down he went. Super, super, super dark. Very good. Now you recite. Cat, pussycat, where have you been? I went to London to see the queen. Pussycat, pussycat, what did you do there? I frightened the little mouse and died. What? Tell me more. Oh, I've been noticing. Ding-dong bell. Pussycat, where are you? You already recited one about a cat. I'll tell you one about a dog. Don't you like cats? Oh, I love cats. I wish I had a dog. Well, I do. How do you know that I'm cats? It's prior to little food. What do you know about cats? Nothing at all. I don't like little boys who don't know what they're talking about. Oh, dear, you're pushing. Careful, careful, careful. I can get up here by the neck. Put your hands up here, little friend. Just like the rest of your friends, I'll take care of you. Come and my cat, will you? Put your hands up. Put your hands on my cat again and sideways. What're you talk about? Just like you. Don't come near. I got a knife. Then you... That's my knife. Put this knife in a hole... Put that knife down. You haven't got a chance... I want you. Give away. You haven't a chance from me. Perfect. Now let you see if I've TEEnded around your throat. You don't put that knife down immediately either, I'm gonna suck your ass. I'll tell you. Are you all right, Mark? There he goes! There's my son! How is he going to get Mr. Dachner's last word? Take him to the bedroom. She's fainted. All right, sonny, your mother's all right. Take him in with his mother. Oh, we've got short lasts with Benningham. I've been keeping a close watch on you for the past two days. Did you kill Dan Kersh? Yes, I killed him. Can I do it again? If I still follow with a bat, he got what he deserved. Did you kill anyone else? Yes. Last year, a fellow by the name of Weaver ran over one of my cats. I got his license number. A week later, I caught him in the hallway of his house. He'll never run over any more, cat. You're an armistice to me, I take him. I mainly have toothpaste. Because I watch over my cats and keep them from harm, I'm the only one here with even a spark of decency. I understand the nobility of cats. The only true friends I've had, they never deserted me no matter what happens. That's more than I can say, they're human, you know? My partner cheated me out of my money. My wife and all my friends left me when I lost my wealth. But my cats, they're my only true friends. Take them into the wagon, boys. I hurt my cats. I feel my God. I feel my God. Me and Hagen's murder in Losiers was something unusual. A cat bit to his cat. If any of you ever threw a shoe at someone's cats now they can do a bat. I'd advise you to leave quietly now and then... We'll go home with our friends tonight, hm? Well, it's about time to close the door to the inner sanctum until the same time next Sunday evening. I listen in more during the night to our friends to welcome. Oh, by the way, you happen to know anyone who's looking for a cat? We have two cats roaming around here who need a good home. All right, now, I'll just put your name in the dress on a slip of paper and just put this under the squeaking door. And if you want to name a good mystery story, there's the title of this month's inner sanctum novel, The Death of Anopolis by Sally Wood. I sing the holidays when it's fair that giving is in the air. Don't forget two ways you can give right now. That means so much. Give to the Red Cross. It means your health is never before. And two, give to Uncle Sam. Give him more power to defend America by buying United States defense funds and saving Sam. Buy all that you can today and every day. Ancient mystery has. One of the first things that the sanctum looks for is a motive and all important reasons. What do you think it was? A pump with John Gordon to say to his wife, if I have to show Aunt May and I put him around again tomorrow, I'll be a number slut. Why? You've been looking forward to showing him this side for weeks. Not twice. Put me in the law. No way you are. Don't you suppose I can see how proud she is to be able to come even with me? Ah, don't be silly. I'm not, John. 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