 Inner Sanctum Mysteries, starring M. T. Moore and Myron McCormick, brought to you by the makers of Carter's Little Liverpool, the best friend to your sunny disposition. Good evening, friend. Welcome. Welcome to the Inner Sanctum. This is Raymond, your host, teller of strange tales. And then, if you dare, before we begin, a word to those of you who don't frighten easily. It'll be no disgrace if, before we're finished, you find yourself trembling against your will. Inner Sanctum Mysteries takes great pleasure in presenting two of America's best-known and best-loved radio artists, Miss Anne Seymour and Mr. Myron McCormick. Tonight, these two favor to the airline's co-star in The Man From Yesterday, an original radio Mr. Drama by Milton Diger, brought to you by the makers of Carter's Little Liverpool, the laxative with the two-way action. For over 60 years, everybody has known that the name Carter's Little Liverpool means gentle and efficient help whenever a laxative is needed. Yes, and they know, too, that Carter's Little Liverpool's bring added relief by waking up the flow of a very important digested use. So take advantage of this two-way action and ask for Carter's Little Liverpool. Do you like to have your hair stand on end? Do you like to feel your blood run cold? Mm, of course you do. Come along with me, then, to the jungle. The sun is still and hot, weirdly yellow in the strange light of the traffic moon. In a clearing, the African natives of Dr. Robert Rand's museum party sway to the slow throb of their drums. A few hundred yards off in the thick bush, a monstrous humpback shape drops silently from the trees, moves swiftly across the shadowed jungle floor. Suddenly, the earth gives way under the dark, crouching monster's feet. He struggles wildly a moment and falls, disappearing into the earth. Buona! Buona Rand! Quick, come quick! Ingaji, come quick! What's up, Tangala? Is something wrong, Tangala? Buona, you come fast. Bring big guns. Oh, what is it? Ingaji. Gorilla? Where? All in my angarela. A fallen trap. Well, you shouldn't go, Bob. Your fever... Where is it? Where is the gorilla? I'm going to show you. Bring big guns. You follow me. Can you see him down there, Bob? Can I see him? What a fellow! What a prize he'd be for Professor Convert at the museum. A full-grown gorilla. Ruth, we've got to get this fellow home alive. Oh, Bob, it's dangerous. You're ill. Must you? Convert would never forgive me if I didn't. Bob, what is it? The gorilla hasn't made a sound for some time now. That's right. Turn the flashlight down there, will you, Ruth? That's very strange. Is he hurt? No. But look at him. See how he stares up at me. And such steady, knowing, intelligent eyes. Almost human. Yes. Gazing so steadily into my own. Unflinching. Unafraid. And puzzled. As though he's seen me before. As though he recognizes me. Trying to remember me from somewhere. Sometime. All right. Easy, man. All the way. All right, exciting, isn't this? Nerve-racking, moving a great ape from where he obviously belongs to where he obviously doesn't. All right, hold it, man. Keep the cage from swinging as it comes down the deck level. All right. All the way. All right, good, good. That does it, man. Now cast away the lowering chains and begin closing the hatch. Move it right up. You tired, Bob? A little. But it's relate to having Gadji safely stowed away down here. Gadji. It's a musical name, isn't it? Well, nothing to do but keep him safe in his cage, keep him from catching cold and feeding him wild carrots and parsley. For anyone but Professor Converse, I'd chuck it all right now. Sorry, I started it. I... I don't like him, Gadji. He's a gentleman and a scholar. Don't talk playful nonsense about him, Ruth. He's a killer. He is not. I haven't a know. What do you mean you happen to know? Have you been around his cage again lately? I've been teaching him a few simple tricks, if that's what you mean. What do you call a simple trick? Well, for example, shaking hands with a lady. Ruth, you haven't. I have, and is my arm torn from its socket, it is not. Ruth, don't you understand? You can't make friends with a gorilla. You can't compromise with a jungle. Gadji is clever and is dangerous. You'll watch with those beady little eyes of his. You'll wait with that tricky little brain of his. Until his time comes. I don't give him his chance, Ruth. You're not well, Bob. And so you magnify the dangers and the menace of the jungle and all that bookish stuff. All out of proportion to... Well, what... what's the matter? Look at him. He's been watching me all the time. You see how he stares at me? Never batting an eye. Never moving a hair. Watching me. Matching my gaze, stare for stare. Oh, come out a bit, Bob. Didn't like this from the moment we captured him. Ruth, that abysmal brute knows something. Darling, this stuffy ship's hold is getting you. Let's go and fix him crying on her. Very well. What'll I do with Gadji back home? That's Professor Converse's problem and he's welcome. I'll put the ladder with you. All right, man, batting her down. Bye-bye, Gadji. Come on, old man. Be good. No, no, no, Gadji. The other hand. That's it. That's it. Ah, good fellow. Now, the other hand. Take my left hand now. The left. That's it. Oh, careful now. Don't squeeze so hard. Hey, hey, boy, take it easy. No, no, no, no. Mustn't pull it. Stop pulling, Gadji. That's better. Now, let's go with the lady's hand. That's it. Now, then, how about some exercise? Think you could walk around the hold here with a distinguished aim on your arm? Yeah, let's see how this chain and iron pin work on this door. They think you can't be trained, but I know you can. Oh, this is easy. Oh, have this iron pin up in just a minute. Just a patient, old fellow. Oh, here it comes. Well, see you a lot next time. Lookie down there, Ruth. Tell me, Bob. Why is this having a word with Gadji? Well, hurry, we've got a little old New York on our horizon and that's like glass. That's very kind of you, Professor Converse, putting Ruth and me up at the museum like this. That's gone. That's empty room. So I don't want to keep an eye on that fever of yours because you won't. Nevertheless, Professor, we won't impose on your hospitality a moment more than it takes us to get settled again here in America. Yeah, here's another door. After you, Rand. Thank you. It's all wings out of use, but it still has electricity. What's more important, heat? So the zoo can build proper quarters for in Gadji. We'd better keep them in here where the temperature is even. Oh, I've been thinking, Professor, these oak doors wouldn't be any problem at all to in Gadji if he happened to get on the loose. True, true. The door closing off this old wing from the new building is really made of iron. So, unless your grill is of the armor-piercing variety, it's really safe. Here's next to the last door. This used to be our dinosaur room, the huge room. And here we are, the Royal Suite itself. Ruth, what are you doing in here? I'm talking to him, Gadji. Hello, Professor. I shouldn't become too familiar with in Gadji, Mrs. Rand. Oh, he's quite gentle. You know what he does now? He takes the rings off my fingers and then gives them back. Takes the rings off your fingers. Ruth, come on, let's get out of here. All right. You're rougher than a 500-pound ape. He's a real gentleman. Look at him. Look how he presses his face between the bars to get a closer look at me. It's been like that, Ruth. All right, George, I'll give him a good look at you. Don't get too close, Rand. Now, careful. Well, he doesn't know you well, Bob. Bob! There, you ugly brode. Take a look. Take a good, long look. Well, what do you see? Oh! Oh, no! All right, all right. He must have could have shattered your skull with that blow, Rand. Well, it's only because he doesn't know you, Bob. He does know me. He looked into my face and he saw something. What did he see? Oh, you think he saw. Well, I'm no fortune teller. I'm only Raymond, your host here in the Inner Sanctum. But I can tell you, he must have seen something. But what was it? That's the big question. Yes, and when that low-gauge, dull, sluggish feeling tells us that a laxative may be needed, the big question is, what laxative will do you the most good? Lots of folks have answered the question successfully by taking Carter's Little Liverpools. Why? Because Carter's Little Liverpools offer help in these two effective ways. One, they help relieve irregularity in an efficient, thorough, yet gentle manner. Two, usually within a half hour after taking them, Carter's Little Liverpools wake up the flow of a very important adjusted juice. It's this vital juice that helps tone up a lazy, sluggish, adjusted system so that folks can lose their grouts and feel better. I'd better keep that in mind, friends, and next time, remember Carter's Little Liverpools. A laxative that helps in more ways than one. All right, do you still want to know what the man from yesterday saw when he looked into Rand's face? No. You'll be sorry, but you asked for it. So, let's go into Ngati's cage with him now as he listens to a strange, silly story. Ngati, Lord of the jungle, do you hear me? Do you hear Ngati? Do you hear the jungle speak? Ngati. I am Ngati. I am the jungle. Jungle. You looked into the man's creature's pale eyes. Do you remember now? Do you remember that other Ngati a thousand million moons ago before the pale man's creature walked here? No. Wait. Do you remember Ngati? You fought with him in the jungle, fought for the beautiful sheep. He was different from the others. When the others swept through the trees, the other one ran on the ground. They remember. The other one was just as he did a thousand million. I am strong. Come in, Rand. Come in. Good evening, Professor. Oh, it was me. Where? That's exactly why I'm here, Professor. There's going to be a habit around here. There's a knocking. It must be that feverish fool, Rand. Come, we want you here. Such a thing is wearing out your welcome. You've paid it a thousand times by bringing us back that magnificent gorilla. I don't consider that adequate compensation. Professor, I might as well tell you. I'm sorry I ever blundered over the booth. Go to bed and take care of it. No, no, no. I'm afraid of it, Ngati. I'm in a physical sense. I could cope with his power and force, but he's changed. I can't cope with what he's become. He insuriates and humiliates me that... that gorilla has something on me. Has me at some disadvantage that I don't understand. He's gotten under my skin. You remember when he stuck with me three weeks ago? Do I remember? Of course he did. He changed after that. When he looks at me now, he isn't puzzled. He isn't searching his memory for some clue to me anymore. He knows. He knows who I am and what I mean to him. Whatever it is, he hits me with a dreadful consuming energy. I don't question that, Rand. Plain enough. Have you heard? He never had those tempers. Now something is tormenting him into a frenzy of hatred and defiance. Something in that secret brain of his. You'd better calm him down before he dashes out that secret brain of his. Come on, Rand. We'll talk later. Get him down there! Who did he say was afraid of whom? He's quiet, yes. But look at those eyes. Where have you seen such hatred? On such tremendous living power. Yes. You've got to admire it at first. You almost think for a moment that he represents the super race. The big black-haired purebred guerrillas of the dominating people. And on the basis of sheer power with a certain amount of intelligence and ruthlessness, you think he ought to rule. Then you stop to think. You remember, yes, he's pure black guerrilla and powerful. But after all, he's just a guerrilla. Oh, I thought I heard him, Dad. He's fighting with me. Well, you did. Your precious beast was playing a tantrum. You'd catch cold running about barefooted like that, and that wouldn't do. Because Engadgy might catch it from you, and that would be the end of Engadgy. On second thought, perhaps you'd better run around barefooted. But Bob, you were the fortune. Oh, so are you. I'll run along back to bed. Professor Converse and I have a chess game to play. Hey, Professor. Engadgy. Engadgy. Hi, old fella. Happy birthday, banana. Here. No, no, I haven't got any more. What? Oh, my hand. Wait, what? This? Or the last? Tell me, I'll take it easy. No, it's great. That's a good boy. Oh, no. Come on, Dad, you give me back the ring. Come on, hand over the jewels. Well, pick them up, Engadgy. Engadgy. All right, I'll get them myself. But you won't hear the end of it, I'll show you. You've eaten your last banana for a month, and don't you forget it. Engadgy, what's the matter? What does he know me? Engadgy, stay back. Oh, Professor. Hey, Jack, the roost. There's a light at the wing, look. The roost, the roost, roost. Wait a minute, Vance. Here, take my revolver, I'll come along. I'm a lion, stay here. Call for help. I can't hold him with just the revolver. Hurry! And I'm not the cagey. He's helping the door stay open. Can you walk, darling? No, no, I ran to the door, but I hit my foot. Hold him up. Throw him up. Come on. Courage, darling. Now before you recover. Bobby, can't go on with me. Just one more door. One last door. All right. Keep moving. Try to help him, can you? I don't know, he's gone to my house. Let it go, steady, steady. One more thing, Engadgy. Don't kill him. Keep moving. Is it in the window? The moon's coming out. We'll see him, too. And I've got two shots left. Perhaps... We'll see you soon. Hey, Professor. Vance. You all right? Did you? I did. One blank range. My last two shots. Yes. She's broken that. Oh, she's fainted. She'll be all right, though. Oh, Professor. That's the end of courting that, eh? Is it, Professor? He's uncertainly dead. Again? Again? Have you ever had the feeling that something that has just happened... that's happened before... somewhere... a long time ago? A very familiar psychological phenomenon. What about it? I feel that... all this... has happened before. And... and that will happen again. I only wonder when... and where... and who will be the victor... then. You're hurt. There are marks of teeth on your neck. An unusual birthmark. It occurred in my family... for a generation. It shows up when... we become excited. Is it strange, Professor? All right, friends. You're gonna come out from under your table. Everything's all right now. In God, he is dead and... we're safe for another 10,000 years. Good! Oh, Mr. Hurley, in God, he was only imaginary, so don't let him worry you. 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