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Past the movie theaters where they were still showing the Humphrey Bogot picture I'd seen last night. I thought maybe I'd go again tonight. Then I cut through the alley to the rickety old frame building where we lived on the second floor over the store. I hated that place. Every time I got near it, I hated it worse. It was no kind of a place for us to be living. I went up the back stairs. I could hear Mom and Sis in the kitchen, so I went straight to my own room and locked the door. I pulled up the old floorboard and got out my things and spread them on the bed. I pinned on the flyer's watch. That is, his wings and strapped on the chronograph type watch. It said to Jimmy from Jane on it. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could have been a famous flyer. I took off the watch and wings and looked over the other things. There was the gold fountain pen that I had only a week. It said LIB on it. It was the kind that big executive used to sign important papers. I tried it out a few times. In front of a mirror. Elwood? Yes. Elwood! All right, Mother. All right. No, I just closed up a little early. Well, you will get fired, Mr. Obermauer catches you closing up early. Oh, no, I won't. And don't think you're going to lie around this house when you do. Your sister and I have a hard enough time as it is without having you on our necks. Well, I don't feel very well today, Mom. Don't feel very well. Yes, up already. No. Is that all you can think about when you come home? Food? There isn't much else is there. Is that so? Well, any time you get tired of using this place as a burden... Mom, forget it, Mom. What's this? Leave it alone. Do you have to look at everything? Well, what is it? An old album of snapshots I found in the trunk today. Didn't know I still had it. Gee, is this me? Let me see. Mm-hmm. Well, that's you. How old was I then? Well, let me see about six. You're a real cute van. Are there any pictures of Dad? No. Say, I remember this place. This is where we lived just before we came to Fairfield, wasn't it? Quite a while before. We were about eight then. Who's this? Who's this man? You ought to remember him. You were almost nine when he went away. I don't. Who was he? He was your stepfather. What's the idea tearing that up? I want to. Cut it out. You've got no right to tear up that picture. The Lord knows I've got no use for that man, but you've got no right to tear it up. Shut up! Get out of here before I hit you again. Get out of here! Get out! I went back to my room. I got my things out from under the floorboard again, but somehow they didn't make me feel very good the way they usually did. I had an awful headache. Pretty soon I put on my hat and went out. All right, Miss Wilson? I think it is, Elwood. Yes. Well, that'll be a dollar eighty then. All right. Here. Thanks. How's the new term going, Miss Wilson? Oh, fine so far. I am sorry. You're not with us though, Elwood. I was so looking forward to having you in my class this year. Well, some things just can't be helped. Yeah, I guess. Do the students like your course, Miss Wilson? They seem to like it. Fine. I wish I could be there. Is there anything about abnormal psychology, Miss Wilson? We touch on it towards the end of the course. I read something about it. I read some of the Freud and Adler stuff, too. Have you, Elwood? Sometimes I think you get more real education staying out of school than the rest of them do staying here. Well, I try to keep up with what's going on in the world. You're way ahead of most people, Elwood. I hope someday you can get away from this town someplace where you can really use your ability. You can go a long way, Elwood. Oh, I'm going to. I'm going to do something about it someday, all right. I know you are. Maybe between us we can figure out something. Maybe we can. Can I come over and listen to your records again sometime, Miss Wilson? Of course you can, Elwood. Anytime you feel... Oh, hey, hey, Elwood. What's the matter? Elwood, we got a phone for Dr. Park and the police. What's up? Why? It's Mr. Granby. They just found him over there in the lot. Henry Granby? Yes. Our phone. You go on over, Elwood. Maybe you can do something. All right. You want to come, Miss Wilson? Yes, I will. I guess it must be over there on the corner where the people are. People crowd around awful quick at something like this, don't they? All they certainly do. Maybe you don't want to look. Well, I know. Oh, that's Mr. Granby all right. Elwood, what happened to him? There's not much use in calling a doctor. Oh, dear. Is he... Well, you can see he's been strangled, Miss Wilson. He's dead. This is for Roma wines. Whenever you entertain and for everyday pleasure, your best buy in good taste is better tasting Roma wine. 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At first they thought some tramp did it, but they couldn't find anything missing except a five-beta kappa key. So they figured someone in town must have done it because there were quite a lot of people who didn't like Mr. Granby at all. You can imagine how that made them feel, a little town like ours where everybody knew everybody else and someone, someone you might say a load to but sometimes a day was a murderer. Friday was my afternoon off and I was walking around town and I ran into Miss Wilson and Winnie Hawks. Oh, hello, Elwood. Oh, hello, Miss Wilson. Hi, Winnie. Elwood Parsons. I do wish you'd stop calling me Winnie. My name is Winifred. In fact, it's Miss Hawks to mere acquaintances. How you always used to call you Winnie? That was years ago when I was just a child. Winifred's 17 now, Elwood. She's a young lady. Well, at least I'm old enough to be addressed by my right name. Okay, Winnie. All right then, Ellie. Say, Winnie, what's that? What? That hanging on your bracelet. Oh, that. That's just a little gold football. Andy Sawyer gave it to me. Gee, that's nice. Oh, it's all right. The whole varsity got them. Anybody might have one. Anybody? Yes, even you if you'd ever taken the trouble to go out for the team. The football equipment cost too much. Say, hear anything new about the murder? No. My father says that if the police can't do anything, it's high time the citizens took things into their own hands. He's forming a vigilante committee. Oh, Winifred. Well, we have to do something, don't we? After all, there's a murderer running round loose. How do we know it might be anybody? Sure, it might be anybody. Well, of course, I suppose it might, but... Listen, well, both of you swear not to tell us to a living soul? What, Winifred? My father thinks he knows who did it, the murder. Does he? He thinks it's old man Krantz. In the first place, there's something wrong with him living up there in that old shack all alone. And in the second place, he's a foreigner. Winifred, what's that got to do with it? Well, he could have done it. My father thinks he's somebody who's crazy. A fiend. That's the craziest thing I ever heard. Old man Krantz, a fiend. Well, just because you're such bosom pals... Tell your father to guess again when the old man Krantz wouldn't hurt anybody. How do you know that? Old man Krantz, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He wouldn't dare. Old man Krantz was a little funny all right, but it was funnier still him thinking that he'd done it. That gave me the idea to go up and see him. His big dog, Bismarck, started making an awful fuss the way he always did, but I just banged on the door anyway. Who is it? It's me, Mr. Krantz. Elwood. Oh, why didn't you say so? Where is Bismarck? Hello, Bismarck, old fella. So, you finally come up to see old man Krantz again, huh? Yeah, and I brought you some old horseshoes. I'll just put them down here. Say, I thought I ought to tell you, I heard the screwiest thing in town today. Oh, so? What was that? You know about the murder? Yes, I know. Somebody said you did it. They did, huh? Uh-huh. They're getting up a vigilante committee. Let them come with a vigilante committee. I got my shotgun. I take care of myself. Oh, they won't bother you, Mr. Krantz. I told them they were crazy. They better not bother me. As far as that goes, I don't think they'll ever find out who did it. No? I don't think so. Do you? Well, somebody did do it. Oh, sure, somebody did. He was strangled by here. He was. I saw him. Take a strong pair of hands to do that. Yeah, I guess it would. Well, what have you been doing lately, Mr. Krantz? Oh, nothing. Reading little philosophy these last few days. No more psychology? Oh, sure. But now I read a little philosophy just for a change. Been reading Schopenhauer. You know how he says it's the only way to escape the world? Suicide. Suicide. But he's crazy. My way of living is better than his way of dying. Well, why do you want to escape from the world, Mr. Krantz? Why? Look at it. Just look at it and tell me why I shouldn't want to escape from it. Well, I don't know, Mr. Krantz. There are a lot of things wrong with the world. Wrong! You just show me one thing that's right. Just one thing. I'll go back. That's right. I'll go back. But in the meantime, while you've got nothing else to do, we play a game of horseshoes. Come on, I've got the stakes all laid out. Okay. What kind of horseshoes are these? They're all bent. Well, I didn't want to ask Charlie Vanden van Nuens. They're Owens that he takes off the horses. They just have to be straightened out a little. Yeah, yeah, that's right. You got a hammer or an ax somewhere? Hammer. You think I'm an old man and I'm weak, huh? You don't know how much strength I got. There, look. I straightened it with my bare hands. Shucks, I bet I can do it. Go ahead, try. All right. There. See? Yes, yes. Just as straight as yours? Yes, I would. It takes a strong pair of hands to do that. I didn't feel very well that night. I tried on my Phi Beta Kappa key that I had in front of a mirror, and then I put it back in the place under the floor, and then I put on my hat and went out. You know what? The next day they found Winnie Hawks. She was dead. Somebody had strangled her. I haven't seen you for quite a while, and I thought... Everyone's been so upset. It was such an awful thing. What? About Winifred. Oh, yes, it's strange what fate does. It's something a little more horrible than fate, I'm afraid. I thought maybe you wouldn't want to go out. I thought maybe you might like to listen to some music tonight, Miss Wilson. Well, yes, I'd love to. As a matter of fact, I've just got a new album of Stravinsky. They say it's very good. Oh, Stravinsky's wonderful. I think it's terribly exciting and emotional. Don't you? Yes, and so imaginative. I'll get out the records if you will start... What's that you've got there, Elwood? What? That thing you're tossing up and down your hand. Oh, that's just a little watch charm I found. I carry it in my pocket, sort of for luck. It was a gold football, wasn't it? Yeah, I found it. I guess some fella lost it. Okay, sis, I'm leaving. Oh, hello, Dick. Oh, hi, Elwood. All right, Dick. Dad's here, so don't worry. Going hunting? Oh, the rifle. Hunting. You bet I am. Half the town is tonight. Didn't you know, Elwood? The committee is patrolling the streets because of the murderer. Oh, yes, I heard something about it. You ought to join up. It's every man's duty with a fiend like that on the loose. Well, maybe I will. Well, so long. Good night. Good night, Dick. Shall I put on the first record, Miss Wilson? Yes, all right. Elwood. Yes? Where did you find that gold football? Down by the railroad tracks. I guess some fella lost it who is passing through. I sort of collect things like that, you know. Oh. Music is wonderful. It makes me want to do things, big things. You've been a wonderful help to me, Miss Wilson. I like to help people that I think will benefit by it. So perhaps someday they can accomplish something. I'm going to accomplish something someday, Miss Wilson. In a way I already have. Sometimes I thought if I were only a little bit older or you were a little younger, we... That's one thing we know we can accomplish, isn't it? We can't change our ages. No, we can't accomplish that. That's a lovely watch you have on, Miss Wilson. Oh, this. I've never seen you wear that one before. A friend of mine brought it back from Europe. May I see it? Of course. It's kind of complicated, isn't it? Yes, it's one of those Swiss ones. It tells the day of the month, too. Oh, it's really lovely. I'm glad you like it. I'd like to have a watch like that. Elwood, I can't listen anymore. I hope you'll excuse me. What's the matter, Miss Wilson? I'm very sorry, but suddenly I have a very bad headache. Oh, of course, I understand, Miss Wilson. Thank you, Elwood. Well, you have nothing to thank me for, Miss Wilson. I'll go now. All right. Good night, Elwood. Good night, Miss Wilson. I went home and put the gold football in the place under the floor. I thought I'd go to sleep, but I... I felt worse that night than I ever had. So after a while, I put on my hat and went out. I walked around for quite a while. Once I saw some of the fellas driving around on a hopped-up board, all with rifles and shotguns. Welcome to the station, Elwood. I just waved to them and kept on walking. I was down around the station just as the 1140 was pulling out. A man had gotten off and was crossing the tracks to take the shortcut. It was dark. I couldn't see who he was, but he had a brand new briefcase, a lovely one. The kind they call a dispatch case. I followed him. The shortcut is a path up over the ridge below Mr. Krantz's shack. It winds cried a lot, so at first he didn't notice I was following him. I got pretty close before he didn't. He turned his head. He began walking faster, and so did I. And the minute he looked back again, it must have come to him who I was because he started to run. Then I ran too, when he saw he couldn't get away all at once, he made a quick turn up the hill towards the lights and all Mr. Krantz's shack. He didn't yell or anything, but he dropped his briefcase now when he was running as hot as he could. So was I, and I didn't stop. In a second I was afraid he might wake up all man Krantz's dog before I caught up with him. He tripped over something and fell, and I was there before he could get up. He turned his face, and then suddenly it happened again. The same thing that happened with Winnie Hawks and Mr. Gramby. It wasn't his face that I saw, it was the face in that picture, the face of my stepfather. My hands were closing around his clock. The next day the sun was shining and I was pleased because it was my day off again. I slept late, but when I started over in the town I saw a lot of kids running up towards the ridge so I guess they'd found him. I followed along, but when I got there I saw they were going up further. To all man Krantz's shack, there was a big crowd there. The sheriff and three or four cops, they didn't seem to be doing much. It was some other men like Mr. Wilson's brother that seemed to be in charge. One of them had a rope and he was slinging it over a tree. And then I saw the dog. Somebody had shot Bismock and he was lying there in the grass all covered with blood. And then they were dragging old man Krantz out of his shack. Shut up! Now quiet! Listen here, man, quiet! What you're doing is illegal and contrary to the law. Bismock, old Bismock, why have you done that for him? Don't pull it down my animal. He didn't do nothing. Come on, get the rope. Wait, wait, he didn't do it? How do you know? Well, he couldn't have... He... There's the one who did it. Right there! I was down the hill before they even had time to fire a shot. That's all that had taken. Just those few words and they knew. But it was too late now. There was a great rain coming through just as I got to the tracks. I got across ahead of it. That cut them off for a minute and gave me time to think. But I knew I'd never get very far in the open daylight. Then I saw an oil tank car standing on the siding with the top up. I scrambled up onto it and down the little ladder inside. It was empty. They were across the tracks after me. I hardly dared breathe. Standing there in the darkness with the oil on the bottom of the car seeping into my shoes, I almost fainted thinking what would happen if somebody got the idea of looking into that tank car. It was good and dark. About eight o'clock I guess before I dared to climb out. I was still frightened but I was excited too. They were looking for me. Everybody. In a couple of days the whole country would be looking for me. But they wouldn't find me. They'd never find me. For years they'd wonder how I got away and then I saw two men walking up the track to the freight agent's office. I was frightened all over again. Haven't seen any sign of them, have you? No, I just wish I had. I've got old Betsy here all pregnant. They were all over everywhere but just the same I had to get to see Miss Wilson. Somehow I just had to get to see her. I started back over the ridge. I figured that would be the last place they'd be looking. But at every little sound in the brush I had to go weak all over from fear. Through the backyard and I was just hiding in the bushes alongside the house and I saw him out the front door with Dick. It's by the school anyway, so you'll be all right. Keep plenty of lights on though. It's so brutal. Brutal? Yes, and you enjoy it all of you, hunting him down like an animal. Well, good lord, sis. He is an animal. So I was an animal. Well, all right then I was an animal but I was a lot smarter animal than any of them. I knew she was going to the school and I knew how to get into the basement. It was awful easy really. And I was already inside when I heard her arrive. She had the place blazing with lights but her room was right next to the basement stairway and there was a fuse box just at the head of the stairs. It was almost too easy. Of course I couldn't see her in there when I opened the door. Who's there? You're afraid Miss Wilson? Elwood. I just want to talk to you, Miss Wilson. I just wanted to tell you why I did those things. You're a psychologist. You'll understand. Please, go away. It was those things like the gold football, like your watch. Do you have your watch with you tonight, Miss Wilson? I know you have it. Nobody ever gave me a watch. They wouldn't even if I asked them for it. They tried to keep it from me. So I just have to take it. I just take it. They were coming down the hall. The lights around all of a sudden. There was only one way out. The window. I was cut someone. I hit the ground, but I was all right. I started to run. And then I saw someone in front of me. He was aiming right at me. I turned and I ran the other way. I fell or something hit me. I tried to get up. Something hit me again. That's all I can remember. They say I'm what's called a criminal psychopath. They say I took those things because they were symbols of love that I never had. They say I killed those people because they represented my stepfather. And I thought he'd kept me from being loved. They say they don't know whether I should be sent to an asylum or go to a trial. But I don't see why they go to all this trouble because they say anyway, I'm going to die. Suspense. Presented by Roma Wines, R-O-M-A, Roma, America's favorite wines. This is Ken Niles bringing back to our suspense microphone the brilliant star of tonight's play, Eddie Bracken. Eddie, even though murder is a bit out of your line you were superbly convincing as a villain tonight. Ken, I really enjoyed playing Elwood. Say, that's a handsome watch you're wearing. You mind if I... Elwood, I mean, Eddie, don't. Let go of my wrist. The play's over. Oh, but I like nice things. Valuable things. Well, then, you'll like this gift basket of Roma, California wines. It's a present from Roma, your host tonight with compliments on a most realistic performance. Oh, gee, thanks, Ken. I'll have to remember that routine. It pays dividends. And remember this, Eddie, when friends drop in it pays dividends in hospitality to add warmth to their welcome with glasses of that delicious Roma port in your gift basket. For ruby red, rich tasting Roma port is a warm congenial wine, the first choice of millions for smart entertaining. And at dinner time, fragrant Roma port is so good, it's so gracious with dessert. Yes, real hospitality calls for Roma port on hand always. Well, I know how popular Roma port is, Ken. Well, Eddie, here's the reason. You see, in all Roma wines you enjoy an important difference, an extra goodness born of fuller bouquet, richer body and better taste. And because only Roma wines give you this extra goodness, more Americans enjoy Roma than any other wash. Oh, Charlotte, Ken Charlotte, thank you and good night. Eddie Bracken may be heard on his own program for Texaco and is currently being seen in the Paramount production Ladies' Man. Tonight's suspense play was written by Robert Richards. Next Thursday, same time, you will hear Mr. Howard De Silva, a star of Suspense. Produced by William Spear for the Roma wine company of Fresno, California. In the coming weeks, Suspense will present such stars as James Stewart, Nancy Kelly and others. Make it a point to listen each Thursday to Suspense, radio's outstanding theater of thrills. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.