 Autolight and its 98,000 dealers bring you, Mr. Jeff Alexander. I'm sorry, Mr. Jeff Chandler, in tonight's presentation of... Suspense. Tonight, with song and story, Autolight tells a classic tale of love and death. My true love's hair. Our star, Mr. Jeff Chandler. Oh, Mr. McSorley, uh, doing a crossword puzzle? There I am, Harlow. What's perpetual motion? Well, that's the Autolight electrical system in your Autolight-equipped car. You need it every time you blow your horn, turn on your lights, radio, heater, and electrical windshield wipers. It goes to work the instant you press the starter and continues every second your engine runs. It's designed to give you the best performance money can buy. Mighty important, eh, Harlow? That's why it pays to treat your car's electrical system to a periodic check-up. See your dealer or your authorized Autolight service station before winter hits hard. You'll be the winner in smooth economical performance and sureer starts. To quickly locate your nearest authorized Autolight service station, look in the classified section of the phone book under automobile electrical service, or call Western Union by number and ask for operator 25. And remember, from bumper to tail light, you're always right with Autolight. And now Autolight presents my true love's hair, starring Mr. Jeff Chandler, hoping once again to keep you in suspense. Black was the color of my true love's hair. My lips were something wondrous fair. Saw something wondrous fair. The purest eyes, the deadliest hands. I love the... Do you, Mr. Genowit? I am. I am John Harvison of the ship Sumatra Bell. You are sailor. An idleness has festered in you. Oh, you wandered to our island. You saw the girl outside my house. No, not for... I watched how you looked at her, looked at Rachel. It is not why I came to you, Mr. Genowit. Then for what? Mr. Darren asked that when I was on Suva, I'd call upon you and Mrs. Genowit. Come in then. Come in here, Mrs. Genowit. There is a man who has word of Mr. Darren in Philadelphia. This is John Harvison of the ship Sumatra Bell. Mrs. Genowit. And you have brought us word of Mr. Darren. Yes. Please sit down, Mr. Harvison. Thank you. Mr. Genowit. Yes. Call Rachel. Say to her to bring tea. Rachel. And Mr. Darren is well, Mr. Harvison? Quite well. And his wife and child too. He told me to tell you this. And to tell you, he is troubled. Oh? He's not had word of you or Mr. Genowit in a year now. Not a letter, not a... Mr. Genowit's position on Suva, in the office of administration, it leaves him little time. But... It leaves him little time. And for me also, little time to indulge the past and memories and lost friendships. And Suva, we live for the present, Mr. Harvison. The past flows away on our seas. We. How long will you be on Suva? Three days. We take cargo here and then... You were saying, Mr. Harvison? Three days. Then I will be gone. Do that, Mr. Harvison. For if you do not... What? What if I do not? You may serve the tea, Rachel. Thank you. Thank you, Rachel. What if I do not go from here, Mrs. Genowit? Your tone was strange, Mrs. Genowit. What was... Come here, Rachel. Lean to me, Rachel. This is Rachel. This her hair. This her face. These her lips. This her throat. And you have looked on them, and they are of evil and of death. Mr. Harvison? Your tea grows cold. She stood like a child, Rachel stood, and let thin and pale fingers of Mrs. Genowit trail across the pureness of her face. Let Mrs. Genowit take the scarlet blossom from her hair and crush it against her mouth. And Rachel tasted of it, and all the while looked at me and then left us. I love my love and well. And I had of the tea, and there was little talk. I made farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Genowit. Back to the Sumatra Bell, then, to perform the duties of midshipmen in officer's training for the merchant fleet. The paperwork that at the end of voyage would give me first mate's rating. And from the island, laden with jasmine and wild palm, and on the seas of Fiji it was night, night that lay in hollows and great cups of coral reef, and spilled now into the seas against the ship and against the island. And I must find her. I must go to her over wild palm against copper sky, where was lagoon deep and still in crystal lava volcano? You wouldn't. The place of the island was Rachel. Bring it close to me, John Harvison. Close to me. And sit with me. And watch thee how to set battles to sail upon the lagoon. Rachel. And watch thee the small planes of moon. Are they kindle the still waters? And on my hair? Black. There's a sea of gentle, John Harvison. Rachel. Yes? Were you always called so, always Rachel? No. What was your island name? I have forgotten. When I was a child they took me to a school. There I lived. There I was called Rachel. And this manner of speech, you learned it at the school? I would speak to thee in what manner you wish. They would wish island words? Yes. And an island name for me? Yes, that none have called you not at the school, not the general, it's no one. That only thee you will call me? That only the lips of this? Yes. Come with me into the lagoon. And we will swim deep where the coral shall lie. And we will listen. And there will be a name for thee to call me? Yes. Come then. Who's there? Gently, Mr. Harvison, or you'll set the birds to culling. What are you doing here? Now, Mr. Harvison, it's not a board ship we are. What are you doing here? Tell him, girl, tell the midshipman, Mr. Harvison, what red does here? Tell him. After they left the genuines, at the island store, he drank there. And he saw me. And... And what, Rachel? And I spoke to him at the lagoon, and that I would come here. What? He spoke more softly then. And he said he wished to see things of the island. And I did not know... You lie. So sweet you lie. Come. Let you and me take the swim I overheard you promise, Mr. Harvison. Let go of me. Hi, Mr. Harvison. I do your bidding. I let go of Rachel. Now get out of here. And now you've overstepped yourself, Mr. Harvison. Get out! More man than you, Mr. Harvison. More! Mr. Harvison, let us show Rachel what puny stuff you are. And on the island, no place to hide. No. Come, John Harvison. I know of a place where they will not take thee from me. A splinter of coral flung into a sea of the new Hebrides, westerly of Suva. And when a proa Rachel had stolen from a Suva fisherman, she searched it. The canoe was ripped open. We were on the beach, then threw ourselves beside it, and slept. And when sun was on our faces rose, and walked to the grass of the island, to the cluster of huts where natives held out their hands to us, and gave us island fruit, where Rachel danced for them, and where days vanished became another grain of white coral sand. And night was laid gently at our sides by trade winds. And Rachel danced for me. Old men brought her pearls they had scraped from the sea, and on her way left us alone. Island of wild-scented sleep, of wind. John, they must flee. What? The packet comes. On it will be island police. What are you talking about? The packet that trades with the island, it is not the time for it to be here. They come for thee. How do you know? Maybe it's another ship. The packet, island king, I saw it. I was on the beach. What were you doing on the beach? When they have gone, I would tell thee. Run from here. A typhoon comes. They cannot stay long. Run from here, John Harvison. Where will I go? The boy who waits outside the hut, he will take thee to a place in the island, in the jungle of island. Go with him. Rachel. Now run. When I come back, when they've gone, you'll be here. Run. You'll be here. I will wait for thee. Run, John Harvison. Rachel, where is she? Where is she? Typhoon, come. Packet, go. Quick, very quick. I know I saw it, sir. Where's Rachel? Typhoon, come. Rachel, go. Quick, very quick. Why? Yes, I'm not lying. Rachel, packet. Quick, they go with Typhoon. Quick, they run, Harvison. It is bringing you Mr. Jeff Chandler in My True Love's Hair, tonight's presentation in Radio's outstanding Theatre of Thrills Suspense. Mr. McSorley, as a crossword puzzle expert, can you define this a precise, peerless, and perfectly performing paragon of parts? Why, sure, Harlow. That would be the auto-light electrical system. Right. And it includes the auto-light starting motor, generator, distributor, coil, spark plugs, voltage regulator, and battery. All are originally installed in the many leading makes of auto-light equipped cars. Say hello. Yes, sir, with every unit and component part designed and precision built by auto-light to fit and work together like the parts of a fine watch. So, friends, don't take chances with that vital electrical system. Be sure to specify auto-light, original service parts, for your auto-light equipped car. They're your best assurance of smooth, economical, and safe performance. Remember, from bumper to tail light, you're always right with auto-light. And now, auto-light brings back to our Hollywood soundstage Mr. Jeff Chandler in Elliot Lewis' production of My True Love's Hair, a tale well-calculated to keep you in suspense. Mr. Harbison. Three months, I think. The police look for you, but you must know that. The thing you've done. Mrs. Chandler. They found a man that next morning, a sailor. He had lain in the sea and been scrubbed against the coral. They thought at first he'd gotten drunk, but they knew he was gone and the girl, Rachel, and they knew what had happened. And then the storm came and they weren't able to... Where is she? Sometimes they come here, the police, and they ask if you have wandered past here again. Where is she? Aren't you afraid? Where is your husband now? I'll ask him, Rachel. Mr. Genowitz is inside in the house, and you will see him. But listen to me first. I need to know. Aren't you afraid? Surely they will kill you if they find you. Aren't you afraid? No. The love of the girl. Yes. And the thought of dying. Nothing. A hunger. Yes. A need. Yes. And there is nothing you would not do. See her again, nothing. I killed her and what again? Who is more evil? You or him? What are you talking about? Come. In the house. There. Hey. Can you get up, Mr. Genowitz? I'll get it. Drink, Mr. Genowitz. What happened to him? He was destroyed. He did not have the youth to search the islands for Rachel. So he sat here and became destroyed. And you helped him to become... Every way I can. I want him to die. To have sinned in his heart as he has, or however he has sinned. He needs to die to be clean again. As you need to die. As you will die. Drink, Mr. Genowitz. Nor would she say the name of Rachel to me again. Nor even talk to me again. And leave Suva again because she was not there. And the word that drifted down about a fight that had been with loading hooks and a man had been killed because of a black-haired girl named Rachel, an island in the Santa Cruz's. But she was not there. Just the grave of a man, a month old grave on the high strand and a native boy. Oh, one big fella fight my word. Tell me about it. My word. Oh, the girl. Two men, they stand here, I think so. And fight my word with hooks. One catch other. The girl's name was Rachel. The girl, my word. Black hair and lungs. You wore a flower. Mr. What? What for you want with girl, huh? Where did she go? Long gone. Where? In Boat. To Maleta, I think maybe she say. I think so maybe. To Maleta. You'll remember the one I mean. Her name was... Rachel. You said so. And you said she was a beauty. Yes. Now, don't last, not in the islands. Oh, please. Well, I remember all right. On account of her name, that's all. On account of nothing else. Listen, you forget her. Just tell me. It's a good time to forget her. Write this minute now. She's dead. No, I didn't say that. When a ship comes in, some of the sailors get to come ashore and some don't. I send out to them papaya, rice wine, shell combs. I send island girls or whoever's about and I send them out with baskets. They get to keep a commission. Did she tell you why she's running away? Did she? Yes, she's running away from me. Didn't I tell you? No. She didn't either. Please. You're crazy. I don't know where she went. North, I guess. There was a ship going that way and when it went, she wasn't here. That's all I can tell you. Hi. Hi. I can do it. Finger of my right hand and finger of my left. Hold them out in front of me and make them meet. You know what I'm going to do with you. Yeah, why? I'm going to take you home and meet my mother. That's what. Oh, such a charmer you are, John. Uh-huh. You want to... Want to what? To meet my mother by a bottle of gin to make an impression. Uh, who are you? Oh, dearie, John, dearie. Oh, who are you? Mary. I'm still Mary, dearie. Get away from me. Get away from me. Oh, no, dearie. I said get away! Get into her, Mr. Harveston. Huh? That's enough out of you. I said that's enough. That's like I said, Mr. Harveston. Ah, I don't know you. Well, that's a shame, laddie, because I know all about you. I followed you all over the southern seas. I have Abredees and the Santa Cruzes and policemen, laddie, for a killing you did. The prison at Suva was this. Two cells in a hollowed-out hill. Two cells for the scum of the islands. For the island scum from the coral reef to the marsh all thieves and drunkards, derelicts and those who have murdered men and one women in the earth, iron bars between them. What had been scraped from the end of the world and dumped like garbage. My name's Ernie Beemis, mate. I knifed a girl down in Numia, killed her man to get her, and then she wouldn't come to me. Bats, she was, but I liked some fat. What did you do? I killed a man. Oh, that's an easy thing to do, ain't it, mate? I thought at first it would take some doing, but easy, ain't it? I hardly remember. Oh, you're a josh in one, mate. What you've done and what I've done, the largest thing a man can do. You think so? See him against the bars there. Lady calling you, mate. Hello, John Harrison. Why did you run from me, Rachel? I do not know. I looked for you all over. I know. I heard. Once in Vanikoro you passed me in the street. I saw you. You stopped me? I could not. Why? I could not. You didn't love me? I loved you. Which is why I fled from thee. I killed for you. I loved thee most then. Others have killed for you. Once they did, no more. Your eyes. No. They like it, John. Your hair, Rachel, the death of me and the death of you, a spence. Presented by AutoLite, tonight's star, Mr. Jeff Chandler. This is Harlow Wilcox speaking for AutoLite, the world's largest independent manufacturer of automotive electrical equipment. In 28 plants from coast to coast, AutoLite makes over 400 products for cars, trucks, tractors, planes, boats, and industry. These products include batteries such as the famous AutoLite Stay Full, ignition engineered AutoLite spark plugs, both standard and resistor types, voltage regulators, wire and battery cable, AutoLite bullseye sealed beam units, and AutoLite original service parts for all AutoLite electrical systems. AutoLite is proud to serve the greatest names in the industry. So, from bumper to tail light, you're always right with AutoLite. The true story of the plan to assassinate Thomas Dewey. The report is called Dutch Schultz. Our star, Mr. Broderick Crawford. That's next week on Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with music composed by Lucian Morrowick and conducted by Ludblushkin. My true love's hair was written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin. In tonight's story, Lillian Bayer was heard as Rachel. Featured in the cast were Barry Harford, Paula Winslow, Martha Wentworth, Joseph Kearns, Clayton Post, Jack Prussian and Ben Wright. Our singer was Ernest Newton. Jeff Chandler may currently be seen starring in the Universal International Technicolor Production, East of Simatra, co-starring Marilyn Maxwell and Anthony Quinn. And remember, next week, Mr. Broderick Crawford in Dutch Schultz. By AutoLite original service parts, AutoLite stays full batteries, and AutoLite's standard or resistor type spark plugs at your neighborhood AutoLite dealers. This week in Chicago, National Safety Council members began their 41st Safety Congress, dedicated to the study of accident prevention. As a member of the council, AutoLite wishes it continued success. This is the CBS Radio Network.