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And maybe that's why her singing sounded louder than it actually was. So something abnormal about it is, though a control inside her had snapped and she couldn't stop that horrible noise that was coming from her throat. It went on over and over again, rising and falling and scraping the hot night into shreds. She's terrible, isn't she? What? I'm over here on the next balcony. Oh, sorry, I didn't see you. What did you say? She's pretty terrible, isn't she? And she thinks that's a trained voice. Awful. Does she do it often or only when the moon is full? Oh, she goes on like that almost every evening. You must be new around here. I just got into New York this afternoon. Are you visiting Mr. Morley? Well, in a way, he went out of town and I'm staying in his apartment. I didn't mean to sound prying, but he told me he was going on a vacation and I wondered if he'd left. Her family must be all death-mutes. No, she lives alone. Well, that's not hard to understand. Hasn't the manager done anything about it? She has too much money. They've never asked her to move. But someone should do something. They could always try strangling her. What did you say? They could always try strangling her. You think so? I hope so. Well, I must be going in. Good night. Good night. It was in the lobby the next afternoon that I met her. When she came up to me, I knew instinctively that she was a songbird the night before. She was past middle age and was ignoring it. Her hair was dyed and piled up in coquettish curls and she used some kind of heavy sweet perfume that was overpowering. She came tripping up for the usual old white poodle dog yapping at her heels. Would you hold this package for a moment? I have so many things I'll never buy my keys. Thank you so much. Are you now petty? Is that nice making such a fuss at this charming gentleman? What will he think? Oh, I don't know what I'm going to do if this weather keeps up. I've always been on the delicate side and I've never been able to stand the heat. When my husband was alive, he said now, he always whispered me away to the ocean the first warm days even when I was in the theater. Oh, my manager would be furious. Well, I can understand it. Where are my keys? Would you hold petals for me? Well, I don't know. Oh, thank you. He won't hurt you. Oh, wow. My husband used to say to me, Violet, my real name is Imogen, but he called me Violet. He's always been my favorite color. Violet, he used to say, you must go to the sea or you'll be withering those lovely petals of yours. I knew it, we were in Atlantic City. It's very nice. Here's that horrid little key on my key ring of all places. Well, those things sometimes happen. Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done without you. My husband used to say, Violet, you're a woman who needs a man around. Of course, he was a pillar of strength himself. Oh, and the stink of his dying of a gallbladder that way. Well, thank you again. Oh, what did you say your name is? Oh, Carlson. Oh, how nice. Carlson. Such a sturdy, dependable name. So suitable for a man. You must come up and have tea with me sometime. I have a special Chinese brand. It smells like dead flowers. Going up? Going up, but only four until we meet again. That next meeting would be never as far as I was concerned at that point, but it actually happened that night. She was at the scales again about nine o'clock, and there was a desperate urgency in her singing. It was the last frantic attempt to stop the clock and the double chins and the fading light. Those pathetic scales had a shrill terror that made me embarrassed listening to them. Well, as though I were eavesdropping on some shameful secret. It was then that I went to leave the balcony and saw the sheet music lying behind the urn. My first impulse was a humanitarian one, and I threw it in the wastebasket. But for some unknown reason, I suddenly felt a kind of pity for that woman singing alone up there. And the next thing I knew, I was on my way upstairs with the music. What do you want? Oh, uh, is, uh, Mrs, um, is violin in? Violin? I'm sorry, old boy. She must have given you the wrong number. Oh, I thought it was on this floor. Oh, uh, hold on. If you mean Mrs. Pondek of the next apartment. Oh, sorry to have bothered you. Going in for tea? Or do you have your own bank account? Thank you very much. Oh, not at all. Not at all. I'm always glad to help for a music lover. As I stood there in the hall, I began to think about that leer he had given me. I was about to turn back when the door opened. Oh, Mr. Carlton, you've come for that tea after all. How nice. Oh, be quiet. Be quiet. Do come here. Oh, but I just found that... Use another of the words. Come along. Violet had outdone herself in a trailing negligee of purple chiffon and the usual clutching hand went with the outfit. There was something obscene about the handfingers heavy with diamonds the nail polished too red. Obscene and pathetic. The room was heavy and operatic just like her. There were glass cases and curio cabinets filled with every imaginable kind of glittering thing. Rings and bracelets, brooches. Most of it in terrible taste, but all of it unquestionably expensive. Oh, admiring my collection. Most everyone does. Your friend Mr. Morley just... Be quiet. You know he has a sixth sense about admirers. I remember when I was in the theatre. He used to carry on dreadfully when my dressing room was still with fans. He bit my husband in the leg. So now sit down in this chair. I'm afraid all the others are too small for a big man like you. Well, I really came to return this music. It must have blown down on my balcony. Oh, roses of Piccadilly. It's always been one of my favorites. My husband simply adored it. I remember I sang it to him on Saturday night and that Sunday afternoon he was dead. Well, that must have been quite a shock. Oh, I sometimes wonder that I found the courage and strength to go on. Of course, my music has been a great consolation. Now, you sit right down. I won't be a moment. Pettie will look after you. Won't you, Pettie? I've come to take the... Oh, a new one. Guess what is it? I came for Mrs. Pondaker's dog to take him for a walk. Here he is, and he's all yours. Thanks. Come on, Renton. I didn't care for the way the elevator boy smirked. And as I sat there in her apartment with that heavy perfume suffocating me, I cared less for the trapped feeling I was beginning to have. It wasn't until two days later in the garage that the trap closed. Mr. Carson, can I do something for you? Oh, no, thanks, Joe. Just want to get my sunglasses out of the compartment. Well, your car's right over here. I cleaned it up for you. Gee, it was a mess, let me tell you. You must have run into something. The whole front was stuck with brown stuff and white fur. Like you hit a dog or a cat, maybe. Funny. I don't remember hitting anything. Well, don't worry. I cleaned it off. Hey, Joe, wait a minute. Tell that help of yours, my car is in an ash can. They dumped all these old newspapers in the back. Oh, gee, I'm sorry, Mr. Carson. Well, just give them to me. I'll throw them out. That's what you'll ever miss. Looks like something out of butcher shop, don't it? Well, it won't happen against it. You don't even bet your bottom dollar on that. When I came upstairs, I was still trying to figure out the angle of those stained old newspapers, but I didn't have long to wait. I found out the minute I stepped into the lobby. Oh, Mr. Carson, thank heavens you're here. I've been out of my mind. It's petty. He's disappeared. We can't find him anywhere. No, he's been run over. I just know it. Run over? Well, when did all this happen? Last night, when this wretched boy took him out. Oh, look, Mrs. Pondekker, it's like I told you. I only stopped him for a cup of coffee, and the next thing I know, the dog is gone. Of course he's gone. Some uncouth person in that saloon undoubtedly made off of him. Well, there's only one thing to do, and that is to offer a large reward. Don't you agree, Mr. Carson? Oh, yes, yes, that's a good idea. But I knew then, as sure as I was standing there, that nothing would bring petty back. Just as I knew that he had been in my car sometime last night, lying on some old newspapers. That's why I wasn't too surprised at first when the heavy blond man with the soft boys came to see me. Mr. Frederick Carson? Yes, that's right. I'm from headquarters. I'd like to ask you a couple questions about this Pondekker business. Have they found the dog? You didn't know about that, huh? Well, she mentioned it to me. You two were pretty friendly, weren't you? Well, I spoke to her a couple of days. Hey, what is this? I don't... Come into my place full of innuendos. I don't see the... There's no need to get excited, Mr. Carson. I'm just checking up on the people who last saw her last. I still... What are you talking about? She's dead? Very much so. She was strangled some time last night. For Suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you as star Mr. Zachary Scott in Murder Off Key by Gene Russ Kern. Roma Wines' presentation tonight in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills. Suspense. Between the acts of suspense, this is Truman Bradley for Roma Wines. This holiday season will be a round of gay homecomings, joyous reunions and festive entertaining. To graciously greet your guests, to add warmth to the welcome, to give extra full pleasure to your holiday meals, be sure to have plenty of Roma Wines on hand. Roma California Wines offer you sherry, quart, muscatel and toque for entertaining, burgundy and sautern for mealtime enjoyment and gay Roma California champagne to make any happy occasion unforgettable. 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It seemed Violet was in the habit of drawing out large sums and keeping them around in old beaded purses and tarnished guilt boxes. It all fitted in with Violet, who was so helpless without her pillar of strength and who sang those desperate jangling scales. Obviously she had no idea of financial matters. Somebody else had plenty of other ideas and I was one of them. I knew it that night when I went around to the corner automat. Yes, I was definitely one of them. There was no doubt about it. Do you mind if I join you, Mr. Carlson? It was soft voice, smiling down at me over a cup of coffee and a piece of pie. Murder a la mode. I always come here for their apple pie. Have you ever tried it? Haven't gotten around to it. You should, it's excellent. Now the sugar. Thank you. How'd you happen to come here for your vacation? Oh, I don't know. I was short on cash and then Morley wrote and suggested I stay in his place. It seemed like a good idea at the time. You don't have that letter, do you? Say, what is this? No need to get excited, Mr. Carlson. I was just asking. Oh, you really should try this pie. The apples are just right, firm and tight. Dog. How should I know? Very interesting angle. I understand he was a regular burglar alarm. Always barked if anyone ever came to the door. And then he disappears the night before her death. Very convenient. Don't you agree? I would look that way. That's more that sugar. Thank you. I never seem to get enough. Did you drive up to New York? That's right, and I haven't run over any dogs or anything else, so you can skip that. No need to get excited, Mr. Carlson. I never suggested that you did. I was just asking a simple question. If you haven't any more simple questions on your mind, I'll be going on. Of course. Don't let me detain you. I think I'll have another piece of this pie. You really should try it sometime, Mr. Carlson. As I walked away, I could feel him watching me. Hunched over the table, his small eyes wear in suspicious. There's no doubt about it. I was the idea. I rode around on top of a bus for almost an hour, and I kept thinking about the dog and that white fur in those stained newspapers. I had to go to the garage and have another look at my car. The garage seemed deserted, and only one arc light cut the blackness and stretched silently ahead. It was then I passed the office booth and I first heard the voices. There were two men, and they were standing by my car. It was soft voice, full of apple pie and suspicion and wide awake on those two cups of coffee. I was asking Joe about my car. That's how they were all stained, but maybe he had put in them whatever he had, you know? Perhaps you can clear up a few things for us. Look, I don't know anything about the newspapers or the stain, but I can tell you this much. I never ran over a dog and I can prove it. Well, then, that's all we're interested in. I haven't taken the car out since I came to New York. Joe here can tell you that. Well, you did take it out once, Mr. Carlson, and that before last. Are you crazy? Gee, I'm sorry, Mr. Carlson, but I remember you called me up and asked me to bring it around. Here. Here. You can look at my record book. You must have forgotten about it, because, uh, 9 o'clock, 9 o'clock. That must have been just about the time the elevator boy took the dog for his walk. From that time on, soft voice was after me. I was his man and he didn't miss a trick. Now, you say you talked to Carlson last Saturday? Yes, I was sitting out on the balcony. Did he mention Mrs. Pondek in the conversation? He heard her singing. She had an awful voice, and he asked about her whether she had a family or lived alone. I don't remember anything else, but it was the oddest thing. I mean, his suggesting strangling her and now this makes you think, doesn't it? And Mr. Carlson came to your door the other night? Yes. Yes, he was asking for some woman by the name of Violet. At first, I never connected it with Mrs. Pondek, because she seemed a bit old for him, but you never can tell. Probably mutual interest in the music. Yeah, that's right. I came to get the dog, and this Carlson guy opens the door. But I don't think nothing of it. Working on the elevator, you see a lot of that, you know. Oh, some of the stuff I could tell you. It was about this time that I began hearing those scales again. It was so shrill and desperate, I thought everyone else must hear them too. I even heard her on the elevator. What are you staring at? Nothing, Mr. Carlson. This is your floor. Hey, do you think the police will catch a guy who done it? I don't know. I figure it must have been somebody who knew her and been in her place. Those old dames always go for the young guys. I say, find her boyfriend and you got to kill her. Am I right? Why ask me? How should I know? Well, you'll have to get sore, Mr. Carlson. I was just asking. Well, what are you waiting for? Shut up. Stop it, do you hear me? The concert's over. I startled you. The elevator boy let in hand. Well, what's on your mind? I just wanted to go over a few points with you. Do you know anything about a resort called Orchard Beach? It's not far from here. Yes, I stayed there for a couple of weeks last summer. Why? Strange. You never ran into Mrs. Pondekker. She played in the summer theater there. I told you I never saw her before I came here. If you're trying to pin this on me, you're wasting your time. Look, how could I have planned this thing? I never even knew I was coming here until Morley wrote me and asked me. He'll tell you that. Unfortunately, we can't seem to contact Mr. Morley. You don't have his present address, do you? Carl, he said there's something about a camping trip, but he's bound to turn up in a couple of days and he'll set you straight on all this. That is, if he turns up alive. What do you mean by that? I was just considering a possibility. After all, if anything happened to Mr. Morley, he couldn't back up your story and he couldn't deny it either. Could he? Well, I'll be getting along. That night, the Scales were louder than ever. They went on, over and over, echoing in the room, shrill and urgent, and I couldn't shut them out. Shut up, you hear me? Shut up! Morley. Morley, good lord, I thought you'd never turn up. I always say it's nice to be wanted, but if I'm not too inquisitive, may I ask what you're doing in my place? I'm waiting for you so you can tell him about that letter. Letter? The one you wrote when you asked me to come here. Well, now look, I don't care if you stayed here, but I didn't write you. But you must have, Morley. I read the letter. I tell you, I saw it. I held it in my hands. It was real. All right, Carlson, don't be so tragic about it. After all, it's not a matter of life and death. It certainly is. Look, Morley, you don't know what's been going on here. Ever since I got here. That doesn't seem to be any way out. Well, now, Carlson, there's no point in sitting out here on the balcony all night. No. Oh, I'll admit you're in a bad jam, but it's not hopeless. They haven't arrested you. It's only a matter of time. But they haven't any proof. And I can tell the police I wrote that letter. I suppose I can. Well, you'll have to be more convincing than that. No thanks. I next in the news, and I might as well face it. Now, let's not be noble, Carlson. It's only a technicality. I think I can make them believe me. Too late now they're here. Who's here? The police. The car just pulled up. Are you sure? Soft voice. Yeah. And I don't like the way he's bouncing with so much energy. Why should he come now? Someone must have tipped him off your back. He was anxious to see you as I was. Morley, is that Racksteyer's here? Yes, why? I'm going to try to get out as my only chance. Will you help me? Sure, certainly, Carlson. I'll show you where to go. I can at least do that. I had to try. I couldn't just lie down and take that rap, and there was no way under heaven I could escape it legally. I followed Morley off the balcony and when we got to his living room, it was almost as far as I could stand. There was a singing started again, but not the scales this time. Rose is a pickety. Rose is a pickety. She was going to follow me all of my life. I almost dropped in my tracks. Something, I guess you'd call it a hunch. Something about the stiffness of Morley's back made me hang on. And Morley swung around. It was more than a hunch. Morley was sweating. I decided to play it for all it was worth. Who's that? Who's what? Don't you hear something? What are you talking about? Nothing. Come on, you better hurry. Well, I don't know. Hurry up, Carlson. I don't know now that I think of it. I don't know. You said yourself. Yeah. But all my life I'd be ducking the law for something I didn't do. You said yourself was your only chance. I'd be worse than being convicted. Anyway, how could they convict me? The evidence is also a constant. There's an awful lot of evidence, Carlson. The dog being killed by your car. The threat you made against her and your being at Orchard Beach. The same time she was there. Now, that's a clincher, all right. But how did you know? How did you know I was at Orchard Beach? I never told you. You haven't talked to soft voice yet. Come on, Morley. Tell me how you did it. Tell me how you'd kill Mrs. Pondekker. You're out of your mind. How did you get the car business fixed? Did you disguise your voice and take the keys while I was out of the apartment? That would be simple enough to do. Crazy. And that sheet music on the balcony. Did you plant it? Well, you had me right where you wanted me. A beautiful frame up. It's a shame to ruin it. I don't have to ruin it. I can't... Oh, no. You can't kill me, Morley. I'm your floor guard. Remember? I can kill you in self-defense. I can kill a murderer who's living in my apartment, who's threatened me. Unfortunately, the police didn't get here in time, and in simple self-defense, I had to... Oh, no. Yeah, but they did get here in time, Morley. Yeah? How much did you hear? Enough, enough. He was a slick boy. He had you measured for the noose, all right. How did you get him to open up? Well, in a way I didn't. It was the roses of Piccadilly. Roses of... Well, I thought it was Mrs. Pondekker. And when she started roses of Piccadilly, Morley thought so, too. It scared him green. Scared him more than me. You know, I thought everyone felt the same about Violet singing, but not the little girl next door. The only thing she had against Violet's voice was professional jealousy. She thought her voice was better, but Violet's could drown her out. Listen, someone else will have to strangle her. Robo-wines have brought you Zachary Scott, a star of murder off-key. Tonight's study in suspense. 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