 And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Tonight, a well-honed accounting of a lethal impersonation. In just a moment, stand in for murder, written especially for suspense by Gladys Gallant. Answer it. Okay, answer it. Tim, I can't, I'm afraid. My voice, it isn't her voice. Will you answer it? Please, Kay, you've got to prove that Laura Morgan is still alive. Oh, it stopped. Oh, thank God. Jim, this is agony. When that phone rings, I freeze. I can't talk. Kay. Kay, listen to me. Laura's friends have to think she's leaving for Europe and they have to hear it from her. My voice, I can't remember how it's supposed to sound. Don't you want to play the tape again? That last show she did. Okay, we'll play the tape again. We've gone over it, no more it, no more it. Starring Ralph Forman as a pay attention. Will you please, Laura Morgan as Ruth. Pay particular attention to how she talks. All right, all right, all right. Yeah, Ruth, this may be determined. These were the faithful words they exchanged. Listen, I'm going to talk over it. It's worth a lovely party, Phil. Ruth, will I see you again? What about Marion? You think he got that? What about him? The party's over. Live home. It was just into inflection. Ending. Well, let's try it. I'll say I have to leave. I have to leave. No, no, no. Pitch your voice higher. I have to. Jim, it's no use. I can't do it. Kay, you've got to. It's our only chance. Do you understand? Our only chance. Remember, thinking this must be a kind of dream, a terrible nightmare. When I awoke, everything would be just as it was before Jim asked me for a divorce. I would never agree. I knew there was somebody else, but I just kept hoping that someday he would come back to me. One night, Jim. I've got to talk to you, Kay. The answer is still no. It's not about the divorce. Oh, really? I suppose you just dropped in for a drink. Is that it? Well, that's very nice. It's like old times. Look, never mind about all that now. No, please, really, I insist. Oh, is this still on the rock? Kay, please. It's like a sticker on the rock. I said never mind. I hear your name's Laura Morgan, isn't it right? You know, I heard we'd look so much alike. Oh, yes, I could give you a detailed description. You know, people are talking all that jazz. Kay, let up, will you? Laura Morgan, tall, blonde, some-time actress, but full-time girlfriend. What's this, your night out? Kay, stop it. I said stop it. I know just what you meant. You see, last night we didn't want to marry a Kay. I wanted to come back to you. She became hysterical. Out of gun, I grabbed it from her. Well, what are you going to do? Did you... Did you call the police? Call the police? Kay, if I call the police, I wouldn't have a chance. Jimmy, they will find her. They'll know it was you. No, no, no, they'll never find her. Now, you see, I got her out of the apartment down the stairs and into the car. No one saw me. And then, near the bridge... Stop, please, for God's sake, I don't want to know anymore. I'm sorry, Kay. Sorry for this mess. Sorry I left you. Sorry for everything. Kay, I still love you. Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. What chance have we got now? There is one chance, but it all depends on you, Kay. On me? Yes. Help me set up an alibi. An alibi? Twelve hours later, in a two-room apartment on a quiet street in the West Sixties, I became Laura Morgan. As Jim planned it, it would be for only a few days just long enough to establish her existence. But those few days were a lifetime of terror. There was the constant ringing of the phone right from the start and the trouble I had imitating her voice. Acting wasn't my line at all. Tomorrow. And Jim playing that tape recorder so I could hear Laura Morgan. Laura Morgan. Again and again. Kay, you're just not getting it. Now please pay attention, huh? Right. All right, now we've got to get it right. You'll be quiet. All right, all right, just listen. With the faithful words, they exchange. It was a lovely party, Phil. You hear it? Who's up and down? All right, all right, just pay attention. What about Marion? What about her? The party's over the party. Live hall. It was just the beginning. It's ending. The phone is driving me crazy. All right, answer it. I'll take the table. No, no, let it ring. It'll be a fool, Kay. Answer it. Hello. Are you? Yes. What is it? I'm a reporter from the Daily Globe, Miss. We'd like to ask you a few questions about the murder Wednesday night. My God, Jim. Who was it, what they want? A reporter from the Globe. He wanted to ask me about the murder Wednesday night. Murder Wednesday night? Jim, please. Let it ring, let it ring. No, no, no, wait. Pick it up. Jim, I... Go on, pick it up. Say your Laura Morgan and let him do the talking. From the Globe again. Are you the lady I was just talking to? Yes, this is Laura Morgan. We were disconnected. How about that murder, Miss Morgan? We understand you saw the killer's face as he passed you in the lobby. Well, I didn't see anything. Who was killed? You don't know, Miss, and I guess you didn't see anything. Sorry to bother you. Just checking all the tenants. Somebody was killed, but he doesn't know about Laura Morgan. Somehow I'd carried it off. Somehow I went on to establish the fact that Laura Morgan was still alive. Next day. This is the Jiffy cleaning service, Miss Morgan. Yes, what can I do for you? About that powder blue wool suit you sent back to us. Our very best men worked on it to get that spot out that you complained about, Miss Morgan. Oh, the spot? Yes, did you get it out? Miss Morgan, if you go out of your way to look for it, there's still the faintest remains. Frankly, any more solvents and you'd wind up with a hole instead of a stain. But if you don't know it's there, it isn't. You know what I mean? It's the best we can do. I'm sure it'll be good enough, Miss... You mean it'll be okay? The other day, you nearly took my head off that it didn't come all right. Even when I explained this, just some things that you just don't... We'll just send it right back today, please. Oh, yeah, sure. Right away. Within the hour. That afternoon, wearing Laura's powder blue suit, I left the apartment. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the doorman looking my way. I hurried past him. My face turned away. Afternoon, Miss Morgan. What a lovely day it is. That's nice. Jim's plans seemed to be working. To kill time, I went to a movie and then decided to walk home. It was a relief to be caught up in the anonymity of New York, but it's a crush of people at 6 o'clock. I was just turning west on 64th Street when... Look out, lady! What happened? What was it? Like a concrete, a cornice or something. It fell right from the top of that brown stone. Miss, you're by an inch. You better call a police. No, no. Please, I'm fine, really. You ought to file a complaint, lady. You could have been killed. No, I have to hurry. I'm very late. Hey, lady! Well, you never configure a dame. Yeah, she's almost killed and she has to hurry because she's late for her hair appointment. Yes, this is Laura Morgan. Who is it? Concrete block. What about it? I just want to tell you. That was no accident. No accident? Who is this? What do you want? Who are you? Next time we won't miss. If you say one word about the murder... They're trembling in the darkness of the room. The crash of concrete on the pavement, the ominous threatening voice on the telephone still ringing in my ears. Oh, I wanted to scream out, Laura Morgan is dead. But I had to protect Jim's alibi. I tried not to panic. I asked myself if I were Laura Morgan, what would I do? I would call the police and tell them someone was threatening to kill me. Why not? Jim would still be safe. He needed a live alibi, not a dead one. I reached for the phone. Operator, get me the police department and hurry, please. Police department, this is Laura Morgan. Hang up the phone, lady. You hear what I said on the phone, Miss Morgan? One word about the murder, you're dead. Who are you? What do you want? I'm not Laura Morgan. You're making a very big mistake. She's dead. I tell you, she's dead. What are you trying to pull? You're Laura Morgan, all right? You just sold her to the police. Laura, let me look, please. I'm not Laura Morgan. Don't talk too much. It's out the window. He won't get far. The squad car downstairs. He tried to push me out. Take it easy. I'm from homicide, Lieutenant Kelly. We've been watching this building all day. Why don't you witness the gang killing a Clint Tullback Wednesday night? What, then? Were they racketeer? Yeah, you're a late neighbor. It was shot right in this lobby. The doorman said you were coming in when it happened. What were you? When it, uh... With that, that must have been just before it happened. Now, tell me, did you get a good look at the killer's face? Sorry, I really can't remember there were several people past me in the lobby. No one. I really didn't notice. He noticed you are it. Where did you disappear to Wednesday night? We've been looking for you for two days, Miss Morgan. I know. It seems a lot of people were looking for me. The police, the newspapers. Oh, a killer. Well, I'm getting out of here. Now, it's safer to stay put until we apprehend that killer, Miss Morgan. I'd stay here and take another chance in my life, oh no. Don't leave this apartment, Miss Morgan. If you do, you'll wind up as dead as your late-hood neighbor, Clint Tullback. It's me, Jim. Jim! As soon as I could, what happened, Kay? I couldn't make out what you were saying on the phone. I'm... I'm going to try to kill me. What? I was almost killed. Who? I don't understand. Oh, Morgan witnessed a murder right here in this lobby Wednesday night. Did she say anything to you about it? Oh, we... we had other things to talk about. The killer is after her, even if she didn't see his face, if he thinks she can identify him. But she didn't know. All right. Now, look. Let's start packing. I'll try to get you on a plane tomorrow night. No, no. Now, wait a minute. The police said I can't go anywhere until they catch the killer. Police. They said I'd... I'd be safer here. They're... they're watching this building. Police? Kay, are you out of your mind? And you get me over here? Jim, I had to. Don't you see? You've got to tell them the truth. Now you've got to tell them Laura Morgan is dead. Tell them? Well, I ruined my life. Our life, Kay. You didn't commit murder. It was an accident. The police will understand that. Oh, sure. Sure. I'm sure. They'll be very understanding. Jim, don't you see if you tell the police that we'll be in the papers on the news broadcast, don't you understand? Then nobody will try to kill Laura Morgan if she's already dead. I see one thing. I've got to get out of here and fast. Police, Miss Morgan. Just remember your Laura Morgan. As long as they believe that, we can get away. I had a report. A man was seen coming up here. Oh, yes. Yes, that was just a friend, Lieutenant. Oh, please, won't you come in? Yeah, thanks. This is Mr. Benson, Lieutenant. Benson? Jim Benson. Miss Morgan tells me she's been having some trouble, Lieutenant. Yeah, quite a bit of trouble, Mr. Benson. Miss Morgan, I'm afraid I have to tell you. There's more trouble. What do you mean? Well, it seems to be... Well, it seems to be some questions about your identity. Did you say my identity? Yeah, the doorman of this building. Well, come in, Brady. We can settle this right now. Well, this is ridiculous, Lieutenant. This is an invasion of privacy. At the moment, Miss Morgan's life is hardly private. All right. What do you say, Brady? Is this Laura Morgan? No. No, that's not her identity. No. No, that's not Laura Morgan. No, sir. Are you positive? When you put me back in the door today, sir, I knew she wasn't Miss Morgan. She wore the same suit, and she even looks like her. But that walk, and the way she kept her face turned away, they made me think, sir. No, sir. This lady here isn't Laura Morgan. What do you mean? Laura Morgan, please. All right. Who are you, Miss? Why are you impersonating Laura Morgan? Don't say a thing, Laura. I'm calling my attorney. And who are you, Mr. Benson? Did you set this woman up as a decoy so you could kill the real Laura Morgan? We haven't found her yet, but the police are dragging the river. All right, just stay where you are, all of you. I'll answer it. Hello? Lieutenant Kelly? Don't let that woman get away, Kelly. I'll be right over. Laura Morgan has been found and identified. Oh, come on in, Captain. This is the woman, Kelly. Well, this is the lady who says she's Laura Morgan, Captain. That's very interesting. And the man? I'm Jim Benson. May I ask what you're doing here before I call my attorney? Certainly, Mr. Benson. I just came around to introduce Laura Morgan. Laura Morgan. Laura Morgan. Okay, Mac, bring her in. Miss Morgan. Meet the real Laura Morgan. And, Jim, you... you said she was dead. Laura, are you all right, Laura? Yes, darling. But, Jim, my timing was off as usual. I guess I was at the wrong place at the wrong hour. I did just what you said Wednesday night, but they managed to find me. And you knew she was alive. You knew somebody wanted to kill her and you made me take her plan. And you botched it. Just as you botched your marriage, Jim, you said you killed her. You said you wanted me. Never mind what I said, Kay. That's a fact. We want to know exactly what you said, Mr. Benson. God, you wanted me to be killed. You wanted me to be killed so you could marry her. I was treated with you for a divorce, Kay. And when she wouldn't give it to you, you set your wife up as a target for Laura Morgan's killer. I can't... I can't... Take him to headquarters, Kelly. This is really one for the books. A Spend In For Murder. The Spence. You have been listening to Stand In For Murder starring Terry Keene and written especially for suspense by Gladys F. Gullant. Suspense is produced and directed by Fred Hendrickson. Music supervision by Ethel Huber. Heard in tonight's story were Claire Neeson, Ivor Francis, Bob Reddick, Tony Darnay, Bill Lipton, Jack Grimes, and Joseph Julian. Listen again next week when we return with Formula For Death. Written by Jonathan Bundy. Another tale well calculated to keep you in... suspense.