 And now, the Mole Mystery Theater, presented by M-O-L-L-E. Mole, the heavier brushless shaving cream for tough whiskers or a tender skin. Good evening. This is Jeffrey Barnes, welcoming you to the Mole Mystery Theater, the program that presents the best in mystery and detective fiction. Tonight's story by Joseph Ruskell is entitled Triangle of Death. One of your favorite radio stars, Elspeth Eric, will play the leading role of Carol Wade. Carol Wade faces death. But whether it is her husband or her sweetheart who intends to kill her, she doesn't know. Yes, a strange and terrifying dilemma, a triangle of death. Well, Mr. Barnes, some triangles may turn out badly. But you know when it comes to shaving, here's one trio that always gets along. A man, his razor, and Mole, the heavier brushless shaving cream. Yes, sir, it's smooth, so smooth. It's slick, so slick. It's a smooth, smooth, slick, slick shave you get with M-O-L-L-E. Mole, the heavier brushless shaving cream for tough whiskers or a tender skin. Try it. Mole. And now for tonight's Mole Mystery by Joseph Ruskell's Triangle of Death. Ten silver dollars. It changed. How low can a guy get? Now, please, I can explain, but not here. What are you... Never thought I'd catch up with you, did you? Mrs. Carol Wade. How'd you find out where I live? What are you going to do? What do you deserve? I'm bleeding for you. Got a swan song for a sucker? Now, look, I'm warning you. Get out of here. I'll call my husband. Peter! Peter! Call him again. Not here, Angel. Both of us know it. Oh, are you... My name's Tony Morrell, remember? Let's see. What was yours when I met you down in Miami last year? Miss Carol Meadows, wasn't it? When your lips took me over the barrel for your gambling debt. I meant to piggyback some day. Yeah, that's why you took it on the lamb. No, it was silly of you to have posed under your maiden name, little two-timer. I was bound to catch up with you. Who told you? How blind can a guy stay, even with a crush? Put down that gun, Tony. You'll burn for it. Not me, two other guys. Tony, no, don't, please, please. Go ahead, relax. Take a good look at it, pretty face. And thank heaven the torch still burns. What? Because this gun is the only thing that can save you from the undertaking. You gotta kiss it for luck. Like it goes. You talking about it, you crazy? I've elected myself your bodyguard. That he examining his head. So stick close to your sucker from here on in, baby, because someone is out to kill you. What? Who? Who? Character I met only an hour ago. In a little dive I just opened about 75 miles down a road near Saratoga. Small world, huh? We're neighbors. Hello, Cafe. Is that Ring of Bell? That was the name of your nightclub in Miami. Yeah, the one you cost me. Stop playing with me. Who was this? This character? Well, then he walks, see, this other stranger. Very fast. And I join him. A few drinks later he tells me he's a saw bone on a coral nearby. And this and that. Doctor, did you say? Yeah. Why so pale, Carol? Anyway, I give him the old wheeze about this one thing a saw bone can't cure a broken heart. Rum tummy, see? So he pumps me with a bedside manner and I admit that I'm still carrying a torch. For a worthless little tramp who played me for a chump last year. A Carol Mudder. Who was he? Stop torturing me. Who was? You guessed it, your husband, lady. Oh, no, God! What? Well, that slap I ought to cut off your hands. I mean, I dreamed about him around my neck again. Get out, get out! How deaf can I get? Okay, you little fool, but you better get out with me. I'm telling you, your life is in danger, understand? He's gonna murder you when he comes home from making his rounds. He's got like a wild man. He gave me a blueprint. That's what I've come to warn you. My Peter? Oh, you... Oh, you cute man, you cute liar. Can't you think of a deafier story to get me back? Look, you gotta believe me. Come away from here. You know, that's what I fell for down in Miami. Your deadpan way of telling him tall and windy. Oh, I wasn't kidding, Tony. I was pretty wild about you. But I had enough of men like you when I was in the car, so I came to my senses. Look, Carol, I'm telling you... My husband loved me. He wouldn't harm a fly. Now you get out of here fast. Okay. You're a funeral. Oh, by the way, about that murder blueprint. Your husband's coming home early, see? He's gonna suggest a little ride in the car for the air. You're not looking so good. He's gonna suggest sunset cliff. Look at the sunset. He's gonna push you off that cliff accidental. How careful can a guy be? It's me, Cookie. Oh, you're home early. Yep, no plenty goody today. Isn't that something? I'm home in the afternoon, my little wife. Oh, gosh, it's a rich feeling. Come here, fly to my arms, woman. Stop for a drink or something? Cookie, I'm still drank with love after three years. Can you beat it? The honeymoon will never be over with us. That's... Give me a little air. Yeah. Cookie, where should we go this afternoon? What? Telling what's the matter? What's wrong? Don't you feel well? No, I feel fine. Sure? I'm fine. Good. Mia, I'd like to stay home. It's all the same with you. Oh, yes, let's. Oh, Peter, I feel so good now. Golly, the silly things that have been upsetting me today. What things? Oh, little trifles around house, page, and you know. Made you irritable? Yes, that's it. But now, my man, he's come home. He doctored it all away and stopped pounding. Found you? Yes, my headache. Headache? You've had a headache, too? Well, no. You've been outdoors all the day. No. You're cooped up in here all day. That's bad. Now, there's nothing wrong with you that a little pressure can't cure. How about a spin in the car? No! Why are you irritable? Why not? Why do you jump so when I suggest it? I don't know. Now, come on, then, do as the doctor says. The car's parked in front of the house, and let's go for a little spin. Ah, breathe in the ozone. Aren't you glad to be alive? Where are we going? Oh, for a little drive. What's a death cookie? Peter, where are you taking me? What's gotten into you? What on earth the matter? Where are you driving to? Well, I don't know yet. Just follow our noses. What's wrong, Carol? You're suddenly afraid of accidents? Stop the car! What for? Look, there's a drugstore. I have to make a phone call. It's important. I forgot it, please. All right. I'll come in with you. No, no. You just wait here, Donald. Take me a minute. Will the hustler come in? Yes. Carol, listen. Tony, listen to me. What do I do? I'm frightened to death. Yes, but I haven't got much time. He's waiting for me in the car. Look, I'm in a phone booth, and you were right. He is taking me out for a ride. I'm all mixed up. I mean, it is just a ride. I did say I had a headache, but if he hasn't got any idea of taking me... Who are you phoning? All right, Lola. I'll try to run up and see you right away. Bye. Lola, your friend Lola Jenny? Yes. Look, Peter, if you want to know that, that's why I was so upset today. Oh? Yes, she phoned me this morning. She's in a bad way about something. I see. I mean, she sounded so desperate. I was worried. Carol, was it really Lola you were just phoning or the Halo Cafe? What? Then he hasn't tried to contact you. And all along, I really thought he's the reason you were so upset. Who? It's a good thing I'm in time to warn you. I meant to warn you earlier, but it's, well, it's so frightfully dull. Warn me about what? About a man who's in town looking for you, a man you seem to have met in Miami last year, Tony Morrell. Tony? Yes, I bumped into him this afternoon in his cafe. It seems he's just opened it, and I haven't had to drop in for a drink, and he sat down at my booth and introduced himself. Well, he got a little plastered, and without knowing who I was at first, he told me something about you and him. Peter. Oh, it's all right, Cookie. I know the whole story. He fell in love with you, period. Who wouldn't? No, I, well, I admit it, whammy at first. Oh, Peter, I... Oh, I'm sure it was just one of those harmless vacation romances, and, well, the fool read more into it than there was there. Hmm, good thing. Oh, God. Oh, honey, absolutely nothing more. I always meant to tell you, but there was really nothing to tell, and telling it would have made it sound like something. Of course, sweet. I know how a thing like that could happen, but, you know, this morale fellow seems to have taken it really hard and blubbered all sorts of threats. Threats? Yeah, said he'd be a fool not to get revenge. Said he'd somehow lure you to his cafe where he'd kill you. What? And there's only one way he wants to kill you, with a poison martini. Poison martini? Why? Search me. Crazy. He acted like a wild man. Oh, Peter, I'm scared. He just saved me from him. Don't let him come near me. No, don't worry. If I ever hear of him trying to bother you, I'll strangle him with my bare hands. Well, let's get rolling, Carol. Put some color in your teeth. Peter, you've gotten so moody. You really forgive me, or was that all just an act? Or was it just an innocent summer romance? Constant Penelope? Do you, Peter, do you? Life is short, isn't it? What? I said life is short. A laugh, a tear, and sunset. Sunset? Of course I forgive you. You're my wife, aren't you? Period. Peter, where are you driving me? That record again. Just to town and back. What do you keep asking? Town. That's the other way. What other way? I... Say, maybe I can be a bit more imaginative than just town and back. Maybe we ought to turn around and go the other way at that. What? Yeah, that brings us to Summit Cliff. Summit Cliff? We can go there and watch the sunset. Peter, no! Like we used to. Oh, come on. Well, mystery fans, this is Jeffrey Barnes ringing down the curtain on Act One of tonight's Mole Mystery. But stay close by, because I promise you in Act Two we'll have you guessing at high speed. Right now, to keep you from guessing, here's Dan Seymour with some quick answers on the subject of shaving. Man, if your morning shave feels like you're shaving with a buzz saw, chances are you have tough whiskers or a tender skin. But, you know, shaving needn't be painful, not when you shave with mole. Because mole is a heavier cream. It not only softens your whiskers, it stands them up straight while your razor waltzes right through them. With mole you shave faster, closer, easier, and you shave painlessly. Try it. See if you don't say it's smooth. So smooth. It's slick. So slick. It's a smooth, smooth, slick, slick shave you get with M or LLE. The heavier brushless shaving cream for tough whiskers or a tender skin. And now this is Jeffrey Barnes returning you to Act Two of the Mystery Theatre and Triangle of Death. Now, you're going to humor me, Carol, if you really love me. What's wrong with the cliff, our old haunt? Why, Act Down? Carol. Oh, I would run out of gas right at the foot of the climb, too. You're lucky, though. There's a filling station. There, there, gas. Hey, anybody there? Now, wait here a minute. I'll go around down there. Before he comes out, well, are you paralyzed? I'm here to save you, you little fool. You want to die? You want me to, Tony? He told me plenty about you. Go away. Quiet. I was right here. He's headed for the cliff, isn't he? Yes, but it was common, ordinary things. Perfectly natural from the conversation. Carol, for... We often come here to see the sunset plenty of times. Beat it. I don't want him to find you. Don't don't trust me. And listen, something else I remember, he said he was going to shoot you on the cliff so you wouldn't put up a struggle and then push you off. What? Okay, you ever know him to carry a gun before? No, never. You want to watch me frisk him? You'll believe me. Oh, go away, please. Here he comes. Okay, how far can you drop him? Carol, who are you talking to just now? Huh? That car that just drew up. Oh, uh, he wanted to know where Highway 22 was. I see. You got a cigarette, Peter? No, no, not that, Peg. Didn't you have another brand? Hm? Let me look, darling. Wasn't it in this pocket? What? No. Oh, in this one, dear. What are you talking about? What brand? No, it's not buried. I'm sure I saw you with... You're having a good time. Now, let's empty all my pockets. I like this game. Here. Oh, here. Here, any more? No more. Then I'll buy my undershirt. I don't know what made me think. You haven't got one ever. Have you, Peter? Well, if you want, there's strangers. Okay, Doc. Let's go. All right. Here, keep the change. All right. Now, little wife, let's climb that hill, hm? Take a look at that sunset. Sun climbed. Almost there now. Peter, it'll never happen again. I know I've wronged you, but I've died a thousand times. That's too late. The sun's gone down. Well, let's go to the top anyhow. Peter, please believe me. Getting dark. If it weren't for that phone call of yours. Listen to me, Peter. Are you harboring it against me? Don't be a stuck whistle. How many times do I have to reassure you? I've forgiven you, period. I've even told him that. When he made those threats against your life and called you what he did, though you deserved it, you deserved it here. No. I think I'd have killed him then and there if I were the type to carry the gun. Oh, I wish you were, Margaret. Make my tone. I love you. In spite of what you've done, we'll do again. No, I... And I told him that I'm going to court you all over again and start by making the trip this afternoon to Summit Cliff. Oh, then that's how tone... Yes? Nothing. Oh, wait a minute. You didn't know we were coming here. We even started out the other way. That's funny. Well, here we are at last. Say, talk about elevation. Just look down there. Is it Mickey Dizzy? Peter, answer me. How could you not? Cookie, we were coming here all the time. I meant to from the first. But you started the other way. Just to throw you off. What? I was playing with you. I had a special reason for bringing you here today. Special reason? Very. What do you suppose I came home early? Don't lean against the door. You're just two feet from the edge and it's a 200-foot drop. What was the special reason? This... Peter. You know what today is? Now, see if I haven't got a memory like an elephant. Oh! Three years to the day that I first told you I loved you. Now, you wouldn't remember, but it was right here at Sunset Cliff when we were... Yes, and we were watching our first sunset together. Oh! To eat it. Oh, you great piece of... Oh, kid. I ought to kill you. Oh! Hold up. I can't get a good look at it, though. It's gotten so dark. Oh, yeah. I'll light a match. No. No, wait a minute. There's a flashlight in the car some places. Yes, you keep it in the side packet here. Oh. Oh. Oh, God. Oh, God. Thank you. Ah! Give me that. Give me that. And get over there. I don't want any accidents. I'm gone. You did have a gun all the time. Who wants to protect you? You said you'd never kill me. You fool. I'm a doctor. I'm a doctor. I'll thrill you. Oh! Okay, babe. Quick. Come back. Get him. I'll come back here. Sorry. Sorry. I got a scumbag. Take me away. He was going to shoot me and throw me off the cliff. Ah, not you, sister. Relax. You've got nine lives. How many can you burn up? This is Jeffrey Barnes again. 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So try Double Dandrine and see if you don't agree that most methods can't compare with its Dandruff combating effectiveness. Get Double Dandrine tomorrow. Your money back if not satisfied. Have we shaken them yet? I don't see his car anymore. He's lost us. He won't drive very fast with a bullet in his hand. Still can't believe he had it in him. He prayed with me just like a cat with a mouth. Tony, you saved my life. Oh, and come here. No, no. But I am grateful, Tony. It's all been like a nightmare all day. Ever since you came in the door, I didn't know who to believe. But now I know it was just about... Shut up. Close your eyes. Kiss me. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. You said it. Maybe that doesn't call for a drink, eh? Bring it. Wonderful. Drink. Yeah. You can step left somewhere. Somewhere where? I don't know. How about the High Low Cafe? Why there? I mean, why wait till we get there? For sentimental reasons. Remember the High Low in Miami? When you first gave me the eye, Miss Meadows crossed me my innocence that she had a mascara. I should forget. But let's think the old times, huh? Why don't we sit out in a boot? Well, my private office is more intimate. Well, I'll be Manhattan. Yes, yes. It's all right. Make it a Manhattan. Come here. Two Manhattan's. I'll get it from the bar. Oh. Wait. You better make it the drink we last had in Miami. Hmm? You know, the one you slipped something in and landed when I passed out. Martinis, wasn't it? Of course. Yeah, I'll fix you martinis. Wait here. Why are you trying to poison me? Yes, my friend Lola. Lola Jennings. She's terribly ill. Tony, I forgot I better go to work. Not so fast. I'll get you some drinks. Why'd you get them so quick? I gave Joe the order when we came in. Here. Thank you. No. Take it. Come on, I'm free. No, I... You didn't need coaxing in Miami. Take. Now, let's click glasses like we did then. Click. That's it. Now, bottoms up. Drink. Come on. Drink. Why are you shaking? No. No? Now, don't put it down. What do I lose? I'm on to you. I'm on to you, Tony Morel. Oh, get a load of her. Yeah. No, you don't. There's curtains for you. Are you nuts? You didn't see his gun? It was meant for you and you know it. I can see it now. It's Peter I should have listened to. It's you that wants to kill me and he was trying to save me. Yes, he's warned me every stop. He said you'd try to get me here to the Hyrule Cafe. Well, sure. I told him I would for old time's sake. He said you'd offer me a martini. I told him that, too. And you'd poison the martini. He's a liar. You fell for that? It's he who's been working overtime to rub you out. He gave me a blueprint. I haven't proved it. Saved your life. You still don't believe me? No. No? Well, my gosh, you will. You put that gun away. You don't believe me if I have to put a slug through that brass heart of yours. I'll pick up that glass again. Pick it up. Good. I'll put it to your mouth. Put it to your mouth. No. Drink it. Drink it. I didn't tell you. No, you failed. Why haven't I got it? Kill her. You all right. You didn't? Yes. I never drank it. Leave it here. Hold on. I'm cooking it here. Now don't let go. Hold on. I'll pick you an antidote. Oh, here. Here's the antidote. Here. Now, quick. Drink it. There. There you'll be. Yes. Give it 30 seconds. Yes. What? The martini. No, dear. Watch. I'll finish it. Yes. See? Nothing deadlier than a knowledge. Peter! What a piece of shit. The antidote, Cookie? That's too bad you didn't trust your boyfriend. He was trying so hard to be your guardian angel, Sir Gala Head Morale. I stumbled into the perfect ending for the perfect murder. I was hiding outside and I heard your phone. And, by the way, was that really poor Lola Jennings who were phoning again? You know, it's strange because it's Lola who helped me plan your funeral all along. Cookie, she and I are going to get married. Surprise? Police. The police? They'll find the lady who was poisoned and the man she predicted would do it. Two corks, please. No, Dad. Three corks. Three. Thirty. Two. I'll meet you all at the last stop. How's that? Didn't we die? And now this is the end of the story. And now this is Jeffrey Barnes again bringing down the final curtain on tonight's Mystery Theatre presentation of Joseph Ruskell's Triangle of Death. Be with us next week when we present a modern, hard-hitting, thrill-packed detective adventure entitled The Squealer. Meet Whitey Burton, a man who betrayed his friends to save his own skin and walked thereafter with death at his shoulder. The original music for the Mystery Theatre is composed and conducted by Alexander Sember. Elseveth Eric, Joseph Julian, and Paul Potter were featured in Triangle of Death. Any similarity between the names and characters used on this show and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Sometimes when we're tired, we make mountains out of molehill. We putter around until even the easiest job seems impossible. If you're that tired and pale besides, your doctor may find you have a borderline anemia resulting from a perineutritional blood deficiency. Then you need ironized yeast tablets. They help build up your strength by building up your red blood cells. So take ironized yeast tablets to get back your color, your vigor, your driving energy. Ironized yeast tablets. Now this is Dan Seymour again saying good night and asking you to be with us next week at this same time when the Mystery Theatre presents Paul Monash's The Squealer. Tonight's Mystery Theatre presentation, The Triangle of Death by Joseph Roscoe, came to you from our Radio City studios in Radio City, New York. This is NBC, the national broadcasting company.