 This is your host inviting you through the gory portals of the squeaking door for another swarie with some super duper supernatural personality and if you've never met a super duper supernatural personality and you're the lucky one because they'd be vitalized people usually somewhat dead with transparent complexions and morbid imagination would you like to become one you won't have to worry about the high cost of living and you'll never have to worry about dying because once you're dead that little matter will take care of itself but why don't I become one I've got news for you I am tonight's inner sanctum mystery death demon was written by Milton Lewis and stars Everett Sloan in the role of Howard with Anne Seymour as shielder and is presented by the Emerson drug company of Baltimore, Maryland whose registered pharmacist compound Bromo seltzer the headache product that fights headache three ways Bromo seltzer helps the pain of a headache quickly and pleasantly and also helps the jittery nerves and stomach upset that may accompany a headache no wonder in a recent representative nationwide survey drugist report that of all headache products dispense to their fountains the overwhelming favorite is Bromo seltzer all right friend let's stop all this ghoulishness and let's get grim now remember our rule don't jump out of the window unless it's open ready now then listen as Howard Ryan tells us his strange story the wind was rising when I returned to Greystone farms late that night the house with its Victorian gables and towers looked like a plowing hand leaching into the scutting clouds I went directly to my room even though the living room was lit up I had no desire to see my stepmother or the man she had married the moment I got into my room and turn on the light I gasped my things had been disturbed many of them were gone I ran down to the living room come in Howard we want to talk to you I looked at this young woman not more than 10 years older than myself whom I called mother in the flickering fire light she looked more beautiful than ever but he was there too and I felt his voice cut across the road you needn't stare at her like that hard she didn't take those things out of your room who did sir I did please stop this absurd trick of calling me sir do you like it or not I'm your stepfather I'm sorry sir but my manner of addressing you is the politest I could think of please Howard where are the things you took out of my room sir here you had no right to take them I told him to you for your own good Howard we will worry about you well you really have been ill you know what the doctor said what we found in your room justified all our fears how long have you been reading these these horrid books ever since my father was murdered what do you expect to get out of them perhaps sir I expected to find some way of reaching my father you know that's nonsense is it books on witchcraft necromancy morbid rubbish I gave you credit for more intelligence Howard this brooding about your father might destroy your mind and why should you care about that mother because because well I'm fond of you Howard I'm not your real mother I know but I tried to be one to you when your father was alive I want to help you now help then why don't you try to find out who murdered my father two years ago the police are doing everything they can you think I've stopped trying yes mother I don't believe you even care who murdered your former husband all you care about is him I'll see how it's true I know it I'm not a fool the only reason you permit me to stay in this house is because my father's will compels you to take care of me or you wouldn't have a penny of income you're hysterical can't you see what these books have done to you perhaps you'd like to see what they've done for me sir are you talking about this morbid nonsense what if I tell you that some of those things are true they can't be someday I'll be able to talk to my father and find out who murdered him in his sleep perhaps I might be able to do it right now right now you're frightened you wouldn't like to see him again this man you loved so deeply that you remarried a year after his death of it hard stop it and you're frightened too aren't you sir and with good reason I don't think you care to meet this man whose wife you stole would you like to see him I'm not afraid then perhaps I shall make him appear what are you saying Howard do you know where I was all day mother at my father's grave and look this is I brought some of it back this earth that's now mingled with his remains that's Dane my father's dog animals know when the dead are near this time it will work I'm sure the signs are right what are you going to do throw this earth into the fire and follow an ancient ritual to set loose the chain spirits of the dead did you see how the flames leave my mother the lightning struck that tree and knocked a branch through the window you're wrong it's my father believe me but I knew that at that moment my father came back to this they were terrified both of them though they tried not to show it that night I went to my room listen to the storm howl itself out but there was no further sign of my father I must have slept perhaps dreamed because I heard a voice I hadn't heard in two years I recognized it still thick with the accent he had acquired from his boyhood in Europe my son my son wake up and find the person who murdered me wake up my son wake up the next thing I knew I was rubbing my eyes my room was full of mist tinted a strange yellow gold by the muddy moonlight that filtered through the windows my father's dog Dane was tugging at my leg he was trying to leave me out of the room through the halls of that huge silent house to my father's study it had been locked up since he died and no one ever used it since but when I tried to handle this night the door opened as though being pulled by some unknown force mr. moonlight crept into the study lit the dust and cobwebs and shadowy furnishings with an eerie light and then something crashed a broken vase with a tiny key among its fragments lay on the floor it might have been Dane who knocked over that vase but I don't think so I picked up the key a moment I had it in my hand I remembered a scene from my childhood I had secretly observed my father remove a book from one of the cases take out this tiny key and open a hidden panel in the case like a man in a dream I repeated the action I removed the book and there was the secret panel I opened it with a key there was nothing in it but a few large notebooks I took them out open one and by the flickering yellow light of my match my father came back to this journal I record thoughts that if they remain unexpressed might drive me mad I know now that my wife shield I see another man I know his name they bar from what do you want mother just to see you I've been worried about you really why you've been locked in this room for the last two days here I have brought you some food thank you where is your husband he had to drive to town Howard you can't go on like this you love him very much don't you I wouldn't have married him if I didn't you love him more than you love my father please there's no point in discussing this your father's dead and that's all past not quite dead in fact he's very close to us at this moment close yes so close that he can reach out and touch Howard let go of my hand you don't believe me mother this is all nonsense is it what would you do if I told you that my father is holding your hand this very minute what would you do if I told you that he has taken possession of my body Howard you're ill you don't know what you're saying did you know Dale Barton before my father was murdered no I only met him after your father died you lie that that's his voice you have been seeing Dale Barton for months I know I followed you no no I talked to you about it the day before I died you swore he meant nothing to you let go of me let go did you kill me no no answer me did you murder me you once said you hated let go of me please you said you love me even on the day I was murdered you murdered me was it because of him tell me crazy fool what's going on here they'll help me he wants to kill me all right let go no she's mine no come shoulder I'll take you out of here he let her out of the room while I lay on the floor had she murdered my father had he I knew at last I had the means of finding out there were thick vines outside my window and late that night as I had often done when I was a boy I carefully quietly climbed down them stopping at a point outside their window I climbed to the wall like a bat and I heard him talking did you hear his voice you don't actually believe I don't know what to believe he looks so much like his father but he sees me spoke to me it was his father really you're being foolish about it am I on the day William was murdered Howard was away at college how could he have known what we talked about and he didn't know that boy seemed to know every word that boy or is he his father shoulder do you know what you're saying yes this isn't an ordinary thing there's nothing you can do about it oh yes there is I climbed back to my room to think I dare not go to sleep because I knew my father had been murdered in his sleep and if they had murdered him they'd certainly have an excellent reason to kill me I thought of running away but then I would never find out I know now why I couldn't run away my father within me was holding me there I lay down on my bed to rest and then suddenly I found myself dreaming that a pair of powerful hands were touching at my throat I struggled gasp for breath tried to scream I was being murdered in my sleep just as my father was I thought at those iron fingers clawed at cutting off my life and discovered that it was not a nightmare I hadn't been dreaming it was real I was being murdered you are listening to inner sanctum brought to you by right 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Oh, yes. We were interrupted while we were making one. And if you remember, the corpse belonged to Howard Ryan, the young man who was telling us this story. He had just discovered that his dream had come true and someone was choking in the death. That's a nice way to wake up from sleep, isn't it? Let's have Howard tell us what happened. My eyes focused through the haze and I recognized Dale, my stepfather. They were his hands that were around my neck. Suddenly I heard Dale bark and the door flew open and like a rising cannon shell, the door flew through the air at the throat of my stepfather. The moment later, I thought his hands released me. Stop him! Go on, move on! Just kill me! I can't get... For a moment I did nothing. I knew I wanted him to die, but I still wasn't sure if he had killed my father. I suppose I was a fool, but I yelled, Dane! Stop it! Down, Dane! Down! Here, Dane! Come here! What? Who opened the door? I want to get out of here. Not yet. Why? Are you going to turn that door close on me again? Perhaps. You want to kill me? You tried to kill me. Tell you if you lost your mind completely. I woke up with your hands around my throat. You're insane! I was trying to pick you up in the floor. You're lying! I'm not! I heard you moaning and screaming and I came up to see what was wrong. I found you on the floor. You were having a nightmare. Was I? Of course! Why should I want to kill you? Because I may find out how you murdered my father. What he said could have been true. I had had little sleep for a long time and his attack on me could have been a nightmare. I could never be certain. But to protect myself I kept a gun with me at all times. I read and we read the journals of my father which I had found. More and more often it was his voice that came out of my mouth, his thoughts that filled my mind. And then came the night when I found out the truth. Good evening, Al. What are you doing in my room, sir? I came to have a talk with you. Dane! Dane! It was no use calling for your dog. You'll never see him again. What did you do with him? What should have been done long ago. What have you got there? A knife. It's quite sharp. Quite suited to the purpose I intended for. You came to kill me. Did my mother put you up to this? No. As a matter of fact your stepmother is in town right now. We two are quite alone. You've always hated me, haven't you, Al? Yes, sir. I suppose you can't help her. Your stepmother is a very beautiful woman. She has nothing to do with us. Makes very little difference. The fact of the matter is that you've become dangerously psychopathic. I want you to know that I've taken steps to have you confined. Oh, so that's the game, sir. You're going to kill me and tell the authorities you were protecting yourself from a homicidal maniac. I'm glad you're aware of your disadvantages. But you're not aware of yours. Again. Did you murder my father? Where are you going? Did you kill me? Who's speaking? Answer me. Did you murder me? Who are you? Who are you? Answer me. Who wants to answer you? I'll kill you. Don't! Stupid bitch. Before you die, did you murder me in my sleep? I have got to know now. Murder you. Did you? Did you? But he never spoke again. My father, using my body, had murdered him. Have you seen Dale? Yes, mother. Where is he? Come in. He's in here. He murdered him. Yes. When he tried to throw that knife at me, you see he still has it in his hand. Don't try to get away. Let me out of here. No, mother. And don't call me mother. You're no son of mine. You're a murderer. Yes, mother, but less of a murderer than you are. At least I killed in self-defense, not when my victim was asleep, helpless and unaware of danger. Let me out of here. No, you're going to stay. Yes, this gun. The same gun I used to murder your husband. Stay just where you are. Why? Because I want you to see this man who succeeded my father. This creature whom you love. Look at him there, mother. Twisted grotesquely into the whining coward. He proved himself to be in death. Look at him. This is the man you gave up my father for. This is the man you committed murder for. Let me go. This is the man who used his last breath to betray you. Betray me? Yes. How? He said that you killed my father. I? Yes. It's a lie. Is it, Silda? William. Is it? Yes, I didn't murder you. I mean to know the truth. Do not think this is some trick played by my son. I am William. I know things which only you and I in all the world know. Stop it. Tell me the truth. Don't put that gun at me. Your only chance is to tell me the truth. Will you? Will you let me live? It will depend on what you tell me. Then why should I tell you? Because I am your husband who once loved and trusted you, Villain. Tell me. Tell me now or you will die. Very well. I did it. I committed the murder. That's what you wanted to hear, isn't it? That's what you wanted me to tell you, isn't it? This is what I wanted to know. What do you got to do? What do you think I should do? Let me live. I've loved you. I've always loved you. It wasn't my fault he put me up to it. Now that he's dead, I realize what I've done. Do you? Yes. Let me live. Let me live. Perhaps I shall, mother. Howard. Oh, you. You understand, don't you? It's just as it happened with you and your father. So it happened with Dale and myself. You. You won't do anything to me, will you? I'm not your real mother, I know. But I have loved you, Howard. You know I've loved you? And I still love you. Tell me one thing. Was he as guilty as you? Yes. Yes, it was really all his fault. Then come with me, Gilda. Go into the police. And that's what happened, Inspector. She finally confessed. And I brought her here. Have you anything to say, ma'am? Yes, Inspector. Where? Everything I told my stepson. Every word of my confession was a lie. Mother! This boy's insane. He's been out of his mind ever since his father was murdered. I only made that confession to humor him and save my life. And I can prove what I say. More than one doctor has found him unbalanced. I believe you, ma'am. Inspector, you... You can't... This woman murdered my father, she told me! We know how murdered your father, son. He was not this woman. He picked up a man yesterday. He confessed, gave us all the details. They all checked with the evidence. His name is Ralph Stone. Criminal with a long record. And he murdered your father for money. Then... It wasn't my mother. No, it wasn't your stepmother. It was her husband, Dale Barton. We learned that he hired this Ralph Stone to commit the murder. Then I was right. My father knew what he was doing when he made me pull that trigger. I wonder, son, because you're under arrest for murder. I kept telling them that I didn't murder Dale Barton. I didn't pull that trigger. It was my father who murdered him. They don't believe me. But it has to be right, you see. 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Until next week at this time, when bromoselter brings you another inner sanctum mystery directed by Hyman Brown. By the way, this month's inner sanctum mystery novel is Report for a Corpse by Henry Cain. Next week's tale is titled Death is a Magician. A guy loses his girl, loses his mind, and meets a magician named Marco. Now, Marco makes it an easy mark of our hero, and in turn, our hero uses Marco for target practice in a marathon murder. Marco, you see, just won't stay dead. Son Scramble. See us next Monday, friends, and we guarantee to scramble you some, too. Scramble you some, too. Until then, good night. Pleasant dream. Hmm. This is Dwight Wiest inviting you to tune in again next Monday at this same time to inner sanctum, which is brought to you for your entertainment every Monday right through the summer. Bye. Bromoselter, bromoselter, bromoselter. Bromoselter, bromoselter. This is EBS. We're 99 million people.