 Lipton T and Lipton Soup presents 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 chipper 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 T... No, I'm not thinking about Lipton T. I'm talking about that solid, sterling silver medallion that the Lipton T 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 ancient 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 on the box top from a package of Lipton, the tea with the brisk flavor, to the Lipton T 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. True. 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. Ludon 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 quirrell guy. He lives upstairs with $20,000. Mm-hmm. 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. The police discovered $20,000 and $100 bills mixed with crux of bread and its pockets. He's being sent to Bellevue Hospital for observation. That newspaper is more than a month old. Since it's been back for two weeks. Dottie, let's be somewhere we can get that money. There is. Rob, maybe kill him. Kill him? If you're not scared. Scared? I ain't scared of anything. I know you. You're with toughness about it all. I am not scared. We could knock him off. Make it look like suicide. You really want to do it? Yeah, sure. I'd like to 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 robbering. Sure. He's a crazy guy. Statue for a crazy guy to knock himself off. Mm-hmm. When do we do it? Well, if we're going to do it, we 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, Dottie. If Scully was going to the movies, what time is it now? It's, uh, 5 to 10. She won't be back till after 11. Well, how do we get this in about an hour? Well, you've got plenty of time. Jensen goes to bed just about this time. You go on up to stay with him until he's in bed. And 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 or something. Yeah, yeah, I understand. Well, okay. What are you waiting for? You want me to go now? You die a heart failure worryin' about it? Go ahead! May, uh, loot down the guy that lives right under you. Oh, just a minute. It's about to get to me bad. Anything special you want? No, I just had a little argument with the wife. I don't want to go back right now. You're going to teach her a lesson. That's right. You can talk to me while I get into bed. Thanks a lot, Mr. Jensen. I won't stay long. Are you going to bed right now? Would you mind helping 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 behind the pillow. There's no money. It's just a lot of pictures. It's all going to be a good company. You can't sleep it. Well, maybe I'd better get back. I said, come see me, though. It's freezing outside. 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. Mr. Dunn? I beg your pardon? I'm sorry. I thought you were Mr. Dunn. It's all right. Good night. Good night. Everything all right? Close the door. No matter where you're going to go along. We're going to be caught. Come down. Tell me what happened. I did everything you said. Everything worked fine until I got outside. I met Mrs. Gully and put my head over my face. Did she recognize you? 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's dead by now. I can't go back. You've got to go now before the gaffix and the haul 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? Pella, Hunter said... Stay here till I get back. Maybe. Maybe we ought to forget. Tell me. How about we go on this part? Who's there? It's me, Mrs. Gully. Let me in. What do you want? People downstairs have been complaining there's water leaking down the ceiling. What? Yes. I'd like to take a look at the sink. Sure. Sure. Huh. Funny. Pikes aren't leaking. Just a mistake, huh? They must be cranks. Floor's dry. Is that all this, Mrs. Gully? No. You're a couple of days over on your end. We'll have it for you tomorrow. 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? The? Oh. You must have me mixed up with someone else. It looked like you. Had you built? I haven't been out of this room for a couple of hours. Okay, look. Hey, darling, Mrs. Gully. Oh. Hello, Mrs. Gully. Hello, Mrs. Dunn. I was just telling your husband about the rent. He used to smell gas. Must be a gas shed open someplace. Well, you'd better take a look at your stove. Don't want any accidents in this house. Oh, neither do we. It seems to be coming from the hall. I'd better take a look at that empty room. We should have knocked before you came in. You almost gave the whole thing away. I know. I had the money right in my hand. I only took half the dough, about $9,000, I figure. The cops questioned Mrs. Gully what we'd 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 the 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 noting. I tell you, I'm scared, Daddy. Oh, my. Come on. Now, I never. There's nobody at the front door. Oh, that's a break. The cops, they just came in. Quick, get back in the room before they see us. Oh, my God. There must be some other way. Well... Daddy 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. Oh. 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 it 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 think of something. How about that back stairway? It's better than staying here. I don't have that chance. They're probably still upstairs. Come on. That's right. Oh, no. I've got to open the door to get to the back stairway. Slow. Oh, the door's locked. Maybe it's just right. Jane. You know, use the cops. They'll be down in a minute. Come on, let's push it. Oh, no. It's opening. You all right? Like it's cold in here. Here we go down to the cellar, I guess. It leads out into the alley. Listen, that's the cops coming down on the front. They're coming the whole way down. We've got to hide. Might you look over the premises? Luke, it's done. Kill me. I'm going to sneeze. No, I can't. Just to waste your time looking for anything. I have to put my head over your mouth. You'll have sneezed. We've been caught. Let's get out of this stuff. We'll get these brows away. We can get out through the alley. Well, it's chilly and 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. I haven't been so scared in normal life. I told you not to turn around. What are you talking about? Just 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 them. No, look. Hold my hand. We'll pull them out. They believe we're in love. It doesn't matter with you. I don't get it. Act like you're crazy about me. Act as for real. Go on. 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. You're wonderful. I love you. I left your arm around my shoulder. I think I'm doing good. Act like we don't care where we're going. You catch up to us. You can always catch up to us. You've got to make them think we're the wrong people who are following us. You talk of love to me. You're wonderful. I'm crazy about you. You're wonderful too, Lou Darling. I've waited all my life for somebody like you. I don't know what I'd do that for. You don't follow us. Yes, sweetheart. But we've got to figure out something. Maybe we can give them the slip and the soap. Yeah. Look, I'll go in the subway first. You go in the cigar store. They'll follow you. I'll wait for you on the platform. You come down a few minutes after. You have a nickel already. Then as soon as the train pulls in, wait till the door is a-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? What if you arrest me for it? You won't. But here's where I go down the subway. You go into the store. Okay. The door's a-closing. I can't believe you. What if I'm in the center of the platform everybody would see me? Maybe I should. I'll give myself up. Yes, you will. Where are we going? Next station. We'll get a bus going on the new journey. Maybe we'll have a ride on the train. Come on, we're getting off here. We've got to hide this money. So we won't have anything else in case we get 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. We're going on the station. That's too fast. Here's the money. I'll hold you while you bend over. The chances of you don't drop it. Hold on good. I'm gonna have to fall. Yeah, up or forth somebody comes along. Okay. Let's go. I'll put 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. Sweetheart. 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. They 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 have we got to do? There's a factory up ahead. We'll make the lever going in on the night shift. Better to throw him off the track. We'll get caught in the bin. Well, it works 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 worked fine. Now we can stay here for a few minutes. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Let's pick the elevator up. There's no one on the 16th. It's empty now. The shift is at 15th. Hurry up, please. We're very late. In a second, there's an officer coming in. Thank you for waiting. So, please? Just take these people over there going. Yes, sir. Lock the door. How are you two going? Uh... 15th floor. Who are you seeing on the 15th floor? Who? What do you want with us? We didn't do anything. I just asked who you're seeing on the 15th floor. We... We'll work up there. 15th, please. Come on, Luke. Just a second. Run, Luke! Run! You're on the corner! Where are you shooting at? Where are you shooting at? Where are you shooting at? Where are you shooting at? Get me precinct 23. Hello, Lieutenant. This is Officer Malone. I want to report a double suicide. My names are Louis and Dorothy Dunn. Lou. They're going to do it and I tried to stop them. I saw them in the subway station. The man was trying to jump off the platform, but the woman was holding him back. He changed his mind and they went upstairs. It looked like a lot of suicide packed me. 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. My dad, I tried to stop them, Lieutenant. They ran down the corridor and then threw themselves down an empty elevator shaft. Dad? They're door nails, yeah. 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? What? 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. Yes, 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's 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 throw 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 the squeaking door until next Tuesday, when Lipton tea and Lipton soup present another inner sanctum mystery, directed by Hyman Brown. Good night. Pleasant dreams. Folks, 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 brimful of tender, golden-egg noodles. Lipton's is economical too. It costs less and makes more than canned soups. Of course, sometimes it's hard to get in some stores these days, 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.