 Listen T, and listen to present inner sanctum mysteries. Good evening, friend. This is your host of the Inner Sanctum, welcoming you again through the squeaking door for an hallucinating good time. Why am I smiling? But I always smile when I open the squeaking door on Tuesday night. You see, each week when I say good evening, I think to myself, a good evening for what? And of course there's only one answer to that question. A good evening for murder. Oh, fine thing to say. You wouldn't feel so cheerful about it if you were going to be murdered. By Mary, there's no bigger thrill than to be murdered. Why, it happens only once in a lifetime. Well, I know something else like that. Now don't tell me that Lipton Tea... No, I'm not thinking about Lipton Tea. I'm talking about that solid sterling silver medallion that the Lipton Tea people are offering to the ladies. Yes, ladies, it's the chance of a lifetime to get a lovely piece of jewelry. The kind you find at those smart shops on Fifth Avenue in New York. Now let me tell you about the medallion. It's made of real sterling silver. It's about an inch in diameter and it's decorated with a Chinese inscription. The medallion is hung on a narrow black rayon satin ribbon, so it can be worn as a necklace, a choker, or you can simply add it to your charm bracelet. And here's how you get the medallion. Just send 25 cents and the box top from a package of Lipton, the tea with the brisk flavor, to the Lipton Tea People, box 92, New York City. Yes, that's box 92 in New York City. And now it's time to begin. Our story is called Dead to Right. It's an original spine tingler by Sigmund Miller and our stars tonight are two radio favorites, Elsbeth Eric and Santos Ortega. So relapse in your chair, settle down for a half hour of alarming but charming entertainment. Why not get really reckless tonight? Go the whole work. Turn off the main switch in the cellar. The darker it is, the more strange things you'll see. Lou Dunn is nervously pacing his room in a dingy boarding house near the East River in Manhattan. His wife, Dottie, is looking at an old newspaper. That's him, Dottie. You can see for yourself. That's Jensen, that quirole guy who lives upstairs with $20,000. Uh-huh. That's him or I? All that money. Only a floor above us. According to this paper, William Jensen was found wandering through the streets in a semi-conscious condition due to lack of food. Police discovered $20,000 and $100 bills mixed with crux of bread and it's parked up. He's being sent to Bellevue Hospital for observation. That newspaper is more than a month old. Santos has been back for two weeks. Hey, Dottie. Hmm? Must be somewhere we can get that money. There is. You mean Robin? Robin? Maybe Killen. Killen? If you're not scared. Scared? Well, he ain't scared of anything. I know you. You're with tough toughness about it all. I'm not scared. We could knock him off. Make it look like suicide. You really want to do it? Yeah, sure. I could put my hands in a $20,000. It's more than what we couldn't do with that money. It'll be easy. If we do it smart. Very smart. Sure, sure. Maybe... Maybe you could sort of visit him. Just before he goes to bed. Turn on the gas. That'd make it look like suicide. Then we could go back and pick up the money. Not all of it. We'll leave half of it, so it won't look like Robin. Sure. He's a crazy guy. A spatula for a crazy guy to knock himself off. When do we do it? Well, if we're going to do it, we've got to do it right now. We'll never have the guts to do it later. Are you sure you want to do it, though? Sure. Sure I do, Donny. This is Scully who's gone to the movies. What time is it now? It's, uh, 5 to 10. She won't be back till after 11. I don't want to give this a modern hour. You've got plenty of time. Jensen goes to bed just about this time. You go on up, stay with him until he's in bed. Then, on your way out, you turn on the gas. Not too much, because that'll make a lot of noise. You keep your finger off the spigot. Use a stick or a glove. Yeah, yeah, I understand. Well, okay. What are you waiting for? You want me to go now? What do you want to do? Die a heart failure? Worrying about it? Go ahead! Hey, Lou's done the guy that lives right under you. Oh, just a minute. It's about to get to me bad. Is there anything special you want? No, I just had a little argument with the wife. Kind of. I don't want to go back right now. You're going to teach her a lesson. That's right. All right. You can talk to me while I get into bed. Thanks a lot, Mr. Jensen. I wouldn't stay long. Are you going to bed right now? Yeah. Would you mind having me take off my shoes? Sure. I'm getting too old to bend down. Sure. Sure thing. Thank you. That's no place to hide your money, mind the pillow. There's no money. It's just a lot of pictures. Just pictures. Oh, yeah. Sure. It's going to be a good company. You can sleep in. Well, maybe I'd better get back. Nice to meet you. Come see me, though. It's freezing out, Ty. I'd better close the windows or you'll catch a cold. Good night, Mr. Jensen. If I get downstairs without being seen, everything will be all right. It's going to landlady. Mr. Jensen. Thank you, pardon. I'm sorry. I thought you were Mr. Jensen. It's all right. Good night. Good night. It's me. Hello. Everything all right? Close the door. Where do we end? We're going to be caught. Don't tell me what happened. I did everything you said. Everything worked fine until I got outside. I met Mrs. Gully in the hall. I put my head on my face. You recognize her? She called my name. But I disguised my voice. Nothing to worry about. I'm sure she knew it was me. We're going to get caught. Did you come right down here? No. I went outside for a few minutes in case you was watching me. That's good. Now you've got to go back and get that money. He... He's dead by now. I can't go back. You've got to go now before the gaffies into the hall and everybody knows about it. I can't. I can't do it. All right. I'll go myself. Where'd you say the money was? The pillow. Under his head. They hid like it back. Maybe... Maybe we ought to forget all of it. Now, after we've gone this far... What do you want? Well, the... People downstairs have been complaining there's water leaking down the ceiling. I'd like to take a look at the sink. Sure. Sure. Huh. Funny. Pikes aren't leaking. Just... just a mistake, huh? Oh, they must be cranks. Floor's dry. You're a couple of days over on your rent. We'll have it for you tomorrow. Oh, well, you better. I have to pay the bills, you know. Sure. I promise you. Well, all right. Didn't I pass you upstairs on the fourth floor a while ago? See? Oh. You must have me mixed up with someone else. It looked like you. Had you billed? I haven't been out of this room for a couple of hours. Okay. Darling, Miss Scully. Oh. Hello, Mrs. Scully. Hello, Mrs. Dunn. I was just telling your husband about the rent. It's just... You smell gay. Yeah. Must be a gas jet open someplace. Well, you'd better take a look at your stove. Don't want any accidents in this house. Oh, neither do we. Seems to be coming from the hall. I'd better take a look at that empty room. You should have marked before you came in. You almost gave the whole thing away. I know. Had the money right in my hand. I only took half the dough, about $9,000, I figure. God's question, Mrs. Scully will be done for. She smelled a gas on me. I almost died in that room. We've got to get away from here. Maybe you're right. I'm getting kind of scared myself. Things ain't working out so perfect. Let's get packed. Okay. We better hurry. No, no, wait a minute. We ain't going to pack. We're not going to stay here. Listen, if we walk out with our suitcases, we'll be giving ourselves away. We just... They found out about Jensen. We've got to stay calm or we're dead pigeons. What should we do? We've got to get out of this house first. We can't go out the front door not now. Maybe with all this excitement going on, we can sneak out without them nothing. I'm telling you, I'm scared, Javi. Don't mind. Come on. Now I never. There's nobody at the front door. What's going on? The cops, they just came in. Quick, get back in the room before they see us. Move over. I don't want to keep. There must be some other way. Well, Dottie and Lou are in bad shape. My only hope is that they don't die of heart failure before the end of the program. That would be very embarrassing. Sometimes I wish the characters in our stories would show a little more nerve. They all get so flustered. It's not that they aren't first quality villains, but they're too indecisive. Well, what do you think is going to happen to them? Oh, they'll probably turn on the gas again. Oh, please. And brew themselves a pot of Lipton tea. When you fooled me that time, and now I'm going to fool you, I'm not going to talk about Lipton tea. Instead, I'm going to tell you a story. Yes, it seems there's a true story behind that sterling silver medallion that the Lipton people are offering to the ladies. It's really a good luck charm. The original was given to an American flyer by Chinese guerrillas who rescued him after he bailed out over enemy territory. The flyer was told that the Chinese letters on the medallion would identify him and bring him safely through the lines. Well, he did get through, and only then did he learn that the medallion said, good luck in Chinese. Now, ladies, there's something to tell your friends. And to get this good luck charm, this lovely sterling silver medallion, just like the one the flyer carried, all you have to do is send 25 cents and the box top from a package of Lipton, the tea with the brisk flavor, to the Lipton tea people, box 92. That's box 92, New York City. Well, now let's go back to our pale and panicky pair of murderers. If you remember, they ran back into their room when the police came in. And since then, they've been trying to figure a way out. Maybe they've got a plan. So let's take a look, shall we? We've got to take up something. How about that back stairway? Well, it's better than staying here. We've got to take that chance. They're probably still upstairs. Come on. That's right. I've got to open the door to get to the back stairway. Slow. The door's locked. Maybe it's just right. Jane. I don't know. Use the cops. They'll be down in a minute. Come on. Let's push it. Get up. Open it. We can just step forward. You all right? Like it's cold in there. Here we go down to the cellar, I guess. Come on. It leads out into the alley. That's the cops coming down on the front. They're coming from the hole with the stairs. We've got to hide. Yes. Get behind this old cellar. I hope you don't mind, baby, but we'd like to look over the premises. Luke, it's done. Kill me. Thank you. I'm going to sneeze. I can't. It won't do. Just a waste of time looking for anything here. All right. Please get up. I'm going to get up there. You try to kill me. I'm out. We've been caught. Get out of this stuff. We can get out through the alley. We'll be safer out on the street. Please, will you stop looking back? There's someone following us. There's nobody following us. There is. By now all the detectives in New York must be looking for us. Stop acting so suspicious. Turning around all the time. We've got to look like normal people. Normal. We've never been so scared in normal life. I told you not to turn around. Who are you talking about? Look yourself. That was a great hat. He could be just an ordinary guy. Maybe we just think he's following us. We've got to get away from him. No, look. Hold my hand. We're full of him. They believe we're in love. I don't get it. Act like you're crazy about me. Act as if for real. Go on. What am I supposed to do? Say I'm wonderful. Say I'm the sweetest girl in the world. Go on. Do what I tell you. You're the sweetest girl in the world. Say what you mean it. You're wonderful. I love you. I let your arm around my shoulder. I think I'm totally caught. No. Act like we don't care where we're going. He can always catch up to us. We've got to make him think we're the wrong people. He's following it. He's talking love to me. You're wonderful. I'm crazy about you. You're wonderful too, Lou Dahlin. I've waited all my life for somebody like you. I don't know what I'd do that for. You're still following us. Yes, sweetheart. Look, we've got to figure out something. Maybe we can give him the slip and the soap. Yeah. Look, I'll go in the subway first. You go in the cigar store. I'll wait for you in the platform. You come down a few minutes after me. Have a nickel already. Then as soon as the train pulls in, wait till the doors are closing and drop your nickel in the slot. I'll hold the door open for you. Whoever's following won't be able to make it. You understand me, dear? Whatever you arrest me for, you won't. Look, here's where I go down the subway. You go into the store. Darling? I'll go into the door of the closing. I can't find you. Darling, you've been in the platform for everybody you've seen. You've gone out of it. Maybe I should have. You hide. I'll get myself up here. Yes, you will. Where are we going? Next station. We'll get a bus going in a new journey. Maybe we'll have a ride on the plane. We're getting off here. I'm going to line him in a windmill. We've got to hide this money so he won't have anything else in case he gets caught. Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea. We can come back with later, huh? Hide it right underneath the platform. Yeah, that's a good spot. I'm going down the station. That's too fast. Here's the money. I'll hold you while you bend over. You can't really don't drop it. Hold on good. I'm going out of the fall. Yeah, before somebody comes along. Push your arm around me while we go up into the street. I can't do it anymore. You don't do what I'm leaving you. No, don't. That's better. We hide. Yeah, I guess you're the best girl for me. You just wouldn't know what to do without me. Would you, darling? Don't turn around. There's nobody following us. There's a cop right behind us. There must have radioed the description of us. Cops don't follow people. They arrest them if they think they're guilty. Maybe they ain't sure. Maybe he's watching us first. We'll turn the corner. Without hurrying. You do love me, don't you? I love you more than anybody else in the world. I love you too. You're right, we are being followed. What are we going to do? Take it fastly up ahead. We'll make the leave. We're going in. On the night shift. Better to throw him off the track. We'll get caught in the building. Well, it's worse out here on the street. When the cop sees us going to the factory, he'll think he's made a mistake and he'll leave us alone. Now hang on to me tight and walk slow. Is this the building? Yeah. We'll walk in just as if we belong here. You haven't followed us in. No, it works fine. Now we can stay here for a few minutes and we'll... Let's pick the elevator up. Come on. 16. There's no one on the 16. The same thing there is. She needs a 15. Yeah, hurry up. We'll walk in just as if we belong here. We'll walk in just as if we belong here. Just 15. Yeah, hurry up please. We're very late. In a second, there's an officer coming in. Thank you for waiting. Sure, please. Take these people. Yes, sir. How are you two going? 16th floor. Who are you seeing on the 15th floor? What do you want with us? We didn't do anything. I just asked who you're seeing on the 15th floor. We... We work up there. 15, please. Just a second. Son! I'm sure I... Get me precinct 23. Hello Lieutenant. This is Officer Malone. I want to report a double suicide. My names are Lewis and Dorothy Dunn. Lewis. I knew they were going to do it and I tried to stop them. I saw them in the subway station trying to jump off the platform but the woman was holding him back. He changed his mind and they went upstairs. They looked like a lot of suicide pack to me and I saw them holding each other around, kissing on the street. I followed them from the subway into this building and when I asked them a few questions they got frightened, got off on the 15th floor. Well, I did. I tried to stop them Lieutenant. They ran down the corridor with an empty elevator shaft. Dead? Door nails, yes. Lieutenant, you know, the funny part of it is they lived in the same house where that old crackpot Jensen committed suicide by gas a few hours ago. You know? Yeah, that sure is an unlucky house. Well, that's one way of getting rid of the Dunn. Making them throw themselves down the elevator shaft. Not a very pleasant way, I'll admit. But business is business. We just don't fool around with characters like that. Well, I can't help feeling sorry for them. Those poor people probably never had a lucky day in their lives. And it's your fault Mary. You should have given them one of those good luck charms you've been talking about. You know, the medallion with the black ribbon. If the medallion didn't bring them good luck, they could always hang themselves with the ribbon. Now, you stop that kind of talk. Because Lipton stealing silver medallion on its black ray on satin ribbon is a lovely piece of jewelry. But you may never own it if you don't act now. The Lipton tea people make it easy for you. Listen, just send 25 cents and the box top from a package of Lipton. The tea with the brisk flavor. To the Lipton tea people, box 92, New York City. The 25 cents includes the full cost of packing and postage. And now, a word of advice. If the elevator service is bad and you're in a hurry, just pull yourself out of the window. Oh, by the way, this month's inner sanctum mystery novel is The Red Right Hand by Joel Rogers. Oh, and I must tell you about next week's story. It takes place on the high sea. But it's about a man who doesn't like singing. His singing seems to strike the wrong note with him. And he goes around opening up throats with a knife to find out just what makes that wrong note. So, if you're one of those guys who sings in the shower, just cut it out before next week's killer does it for you. Now, it's time to close this squeaking door until next Tuesday when Lipton Tea and Lipton Soup present another inner sanctum mystery. Directed by Hyman Brown. Good night. Pleasant dreams. It's wonderful how quick and easy cooking is these days. I guess lots of you remember when it used to take half a day to make a pot of chicken noodle soup. But now, we have Lipton's noodle soup mix. And what delicious chickeny tasting soup it is. Yes, Lipton's has an old fashioned homemade flavor. And it's brim full of tender, golden egg noodles. Lipton's is economical too. It costs less and makes more than canned soup. Of course, sometimes it's hard to get but there's lots of good things scarce in wartime. So, folks, remember to ask for Lipton's noodle soup. And remember to Julian next Tuesday night for another inner sanctum mystery. This is CBS The Grumpy Broadcasting System.