 And now, the Mollay Mystery Theater, presented by M-O-L-L-E. Mollay, the heavier brushless shaving cream for tough whiskers or a tender skin. Good evening. This is Jeffrey Barnes, welcoming you to the Mollay Mystery Theater, a program that presents the best in mystery and detective fiction. Our stars tonight are Julie Hayden, well-known stage actress, remembered for her brilliant performance in the play The Grassman Adjury, and Everett Sloan, stage, screen, and radio actor, soon to be featured in the Orson Welles picture, Lady from Shanghai. They will play the roles of Alice and Albert Winston in tonight's exciting mystery by Robert Mitchell and Gene Levitt, entitled The Betrayer. Well, Mr. Barnes, I know quite a few men who commit a crime by doing nothing. I mean men who mistreat their faces shaving and do nothing about it. To those men, I say, use Mollay, the heavier brushless shaving cream. Yes, sir, it's smooth. So smooth. It's slick. So slick. It's a smooth, smooth, slick, slick shave you get with M-O-L-L-E. Mollay, the heavier brushless shaving cream for tough whiskers or a tender skin. Enjoy a Mollay shave tomorrow. And now this is Jeffrey Barnes and act one of tonight's Mollay Mystery, The Betrayer starring Julie Hayden and Everett Sloan. Mr. Inspector, what's all this about the Scott woman being murdered? That's all I want to talk to you about, Chief. I thought it was suicide. No, Chief. Murder. I want you to listen to these dictaphone records. Here, I'll play them back to you on your machine. Something to do with the case? Plenty. I'll listen to this. To whom it may concern, in less than 30 minutes I'm going to betray Albert Winston. Yes, within a half an hour, I'm going to mail these records to the police and thus virtually end the life of a man I once admired, a man I have since grown to hate. And since only I know all the facts in this case, I have appointed myself both judge and jury. Moreover, the consequences of this betrayal will not matter to anyone, except, of course, Albert Winston. At this moment, countless avenues of escape are still open to Winston. And were it not for these records, his disappearance would be simple. Cold-blooded, still a pigeon, isn't he? Who is it, just less the shape you ask me? The whole matter started two years ago when Winston lost his fortune speculating in oil. He was desperate then. He had to have money to survive. So, although faulty and flat-broke, he sailed for England where he systematically set about to marry Alice Sexton, the giddy daughter of a wealthy textile manufacturer. Albert, I'm so happy, so very happy. It was a lovely ceremony, wasn't it? Yes, it was, Albert. And so, I had just a few friends and father and Bishop Landel that's the way a wedding should be, don't you think so, Albert? Yes, I agree thoroughly, my dear. Hello there, you two. Am I welcome? Of course, Father. I must say I'm very happy for both of you. I'm proud, Albert. Proud to have you as my son. Oh, thank you, sir. Oh, Father, wasn't it a lovely ceremony? Just you and Bishop Landel are very good friends. That's the way a marriage should be. Yes, yes, yes, yes, quite right, my dear. Now, run along a moment, will you? I want to talk to Albert. I shan't keep him from you long, child. Well, all right, Father, but only for a moment. Now, you see, my boy, I love my daughter very dearly. She has almost no concept of money matters. So, read this over and let me know if you think it's satisfactory. Yeah. What? But, sir, ownership of the sexton mill? That's right. You and Alice joint ownership. 40% of the yearly profits. Quite a sum, my boy. Oh, sir, I don't know how to thank you. What to say? Then don't say anything, son. By the way, I suppose you'll be leaving tonight on the honeymoon. Well, as a matter of fact, we're not leaving until the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow's the 4th of July, you know. Oh, yes, yes, quite a holiday to you, Yankees. Yes, but we Yankees would hardly delay a honeymoon over it. It's, uh, Alice, she's decided the thing for us to do is celebrate in a nightclub. She made all the arrangements. I think it's a bit silly, but I wouldn't hurt her feelings about it. It is. My daughter does have, uh, not much silly notions at times. Well, good luck, my boy. The fun, the music, the gay young people and the two of us celebrating. Oh, darling, I'm so happy we had our picture taken here. Now we can always remember this. Here comes the photographer back. Here you are, sir. Your picture, sir. And very beautiful, too, sir. You and the Mrs. are an handsome fellow, right, sir? Can't say you've been married ten years at least. Oh, I know, we are sleeping. Yeah, keep the change. Right, darling. And thank you, sir. Oh, this is a good picture, but you forgot to smile, Elvis. Oh, you know, I have a splendid idea. Let's write something on it that we will always remember how we felt tonight. Here you are, darling. Come on. I think it'll be fun. Well, all right. Let's see. There you are. When in the course of human events, I don't understand, Elvis. It's from the Declaration of Independence. Oh, how clever. That was written on the Fourth of July by the rebels, wasn't it? By the colonists, yes. Now it's your turn, Elvis. Oh, so it is. Now let me see. Oh, I've got it. Yes, this will do nicely. There you are. I help Elvis celebrate. Very clever of you, Elvis. Very clever indeed. Oh, Albert, you make me so happy, really. You do little things mean so much to me. Oh, this has been a glorious day. And just think, darling, tomorrow will be an awesome day. Haven't these three days at the end been wonderful? Well, yes, I... Of course, if I've always told Father, there's nothing like a week in the country, don't you think so, Albert? Well, I... Fresh air is so good for your health. Don't you think so, Albert? Think so fresh air is good for your health? Yes, Alice. I think it's wonderful for your health. What do you say we leave tonight and go back to London? Well, Albert, we've only been here three days. Oh, somehow I got the idea it had been much longer than that. Really? Now did you, Albert? Isn't that strange? Because after all, we came on a Tuesday. This is Thursday, so Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday are three days, aren't they, Albert? Alice, please! I... I think we should go down to dinner now, dear. Oh, yes, Albert. Let's do. I think I'm going to have that wonderful lobster again. Don't you like lobster? Excuse that lady over there, the one without the tote. I think she's a stranger. Do you know her? No, I don't. She seems to be coming over here. I beg your pardon, but do you people happen to be returning to London tonight? Tonight? No, we... I mean, yes, yes, that's an excellent idea. Tonight, Albert! But, darling, we intended to stay a week. We're going back to London tonight. Oh, well then, could you possibly give me a ride? I'll be so deeply obliged. It'll be a pleasure, Miss... Mrs. Scott. Mrs. Jones Scott. You see, I came out here early this morning, looking for Mr. Peters, a friend of my husband. But, well, I find he isn't here any longer. Well, where is your husband? Why didn't he come out with you? My husband died two years ago. I thought that Mr. Peters could help me. You see, neither of us had any family. So dreadful, no, and it turned to, isn't that tragic, Albert? But tell me, what happened to Mr. Scott? Alice, doesn't it occur to you that you're prying? Now, finish your dinner and let's be going. I want to say goodbye to that adorable proprietor, Albert. I've already made our goodbyes. Now, if you're ready, let's leave. All right, darling, but he's so sweet. And his name is Mr. Chin. Isn't that a peculiar name, Albert? You know, that's where the inn gets its name. Chin House? Oh, Quinn, now, when will you and Mrs. Scott get to the car? Oh, this bomb seems to go right through me. Oh, you poor day. Here, take my coat. I'm perfectly dry. You're not a normal lady, Zion. Don't you think I'm right, Albert? Don't you think Mrs. Scott should take my coat after all? It's a brilliant idea, Alice. Now, give Mrs. Scott your coat and get into the car. Here you are, Mrs. Scott. Now, you find her often, isn't she? Warm, while you might rest. No, don't you agree, Albert? Don't you think she might catch me? Don't you think it's dangerous, Albert? I mean, with a blade and a fog in the room, it's so slippery that... You've decided not to give up the ghost after all. All right. I'm not quite sure where... Oh, in the hospital, and lucky at that. It was, uh, well, it was quite a bad accident. Accident? Tell me, Doctor, what happened to... to my wife? How is she? Now, now, we'll talk about that later. No, tell me now, Doctor. She was killed, Mr. Winston. Killed? The car caught fire. She was burned terribly. Alice did? You and the other woman were miraculously thrown clear. What other woman... Don't you know her? Oh, yes, the one we picked up at the inn, uh, Mrs. Scott. Yes, Joan Scott. How is she? Well, not too good, I'm afraid. Physically, it's just a matter of bruises, but mine... Well, it was a serious shock, you know. Yes, of course. But you'd better get some rest now, Mr. Winston. You, uh, you should be out of here in a day or two. And, uh, please, accept my condolences and the loss of your wife. I realize it must, indeed, be a hard blow to bear. Mr. Winston, it looks as though you'll be leaving us today. Yes, I, uh, I'm going to Manchester, you know, to meet my father-in-law and attend my wife's funeral. Yes, of course. But before you go, I'd like you to do me a little favor. A favor? Yes, yes, it's about Mrs. Scott. You'll see to this minute, there's one single thing beyond waking up here in this hospital. Good heavens. Now, I'd, uh, I'd like you to come with me, and, uh, if you don't mind. And, uh, my plan, Mr. Winston, is simply this. You are Mrs. Scott's last, definitely, with past. I see. And if she should see you suddenly and hear your voice, it's major loose the barrier that is holding back her memory. Uh-huh. Oh, here we are. This is her room. Now, go in alone and tell her who you are. I'll wait out here. All right, Doctor. Doctor! Yes, Mr. Winston? After the accident, my wife. How did you identify her? Well, as you know, the body was quite badly burned, but there was enough left of the coat she had on. I see. Mr. Winston, are you sure you're all right? Perhaps you should return to your room. No, no, it was just seeing Mrs. Scott. Yes, you see, Mrs. Scott brought the whole accident back to me. I'm quite all right now. All right, let's try your little experiment. Oh, Mrs. Scott, do you remember me? I'm Albert Winston. How do you do, Mr. Winston? I'm afraid it's no good. Her memory is a total blank. Yes. It seems to be, doesn't it? Mr. Lovers, to everyone except her husband, Alice Winston suddenly becomes Joan Scott. Apparently, she's forgotten everything about her past, including Albert Winston. The question now seems to be how much does Mr. Winston intend to forget? In just a moment, we'll find out. But first, Dan Seymour thinks he knows an experience no old man could ever forget. And, man, that's when you run your razor over your face and it pulls, snags, hairs, or scrapes. Now, if that happens to you, chances are you have tough whiskers or a tender skin. So shave with mole. The heavier brushless shaving cream. Then you'll say, it's smooth. So smooth. It's slick. So slick. It's a smooth, smooth, slick, slick shave you get with M-O-L-L-E. Mole. Yes, which creamy mole is made to order for men who have tough whiskers or a tender skin? Because it is heavier, mole not only softens your whiskers, it sets them upright, ready for your razor to take them off easily and painlessly. So enjoy a mole shave tomorrow. This is Jesse Barnes again, returning you to the Mystery Theatre and Act Two of the Betrayer, starring Julie Hayden and Everett Sloan. This Albert Winston permitted everyone to think his wife was dead and buried, eh, Inspector? Why? Apparently, Chief, he didn't care for the role of Alice's husband. No? Well, you can hardly call that murder, Inspector. No, you can't. But listen to this second record. I believe it was the exact moment that Winston walked silently from his wife's room, the secret intact, that I didn't like the man. For it was then that he gave the first evidence of the absolute ends to which he would go for money. He knew that if his wife remained in England, eventually everyone would discover that she was not Mrs. Joan Scott. So quickly clearing up his affairs, he left for America and took the supposed Mrs. Scott with him, convincing the hospital authorities that since he was responsible for the accident, he should take care of her, implying also that he wished to take her to a psychiatrist in New York City. In America, Winston, using the money that continued to be sent to him from the Sexton Mills in England, set up a luxurious Park Avenue apartment, but goaded by the knowledge that his future rested on a precarious twist of his wife's mind, he spent endless hours testing her in a hundred different ways. 14, Mr. Winston? Uh, please. You know, Mrs. Scott, I had an odd experience today. I saw a clergyman on the street and for a moment I was certain I knew him. Really? Who did you take him for? An old friend. A Bishop Randall. Oh, did he actually look like your friend when you got up close, Betty? No. No. No, not at all. Would you mind handing me the paper, Mrs. Scott? It's there on the table behind you. No, of course not. Alice. I beg your pardon. Did you say something, Mr. Winston? What? Oh, no, I... I was just thinking aloud. In every imaginable way, not once was the result positive. She even seemed to be another person. Gradually, Albert began to think of her as Mrs. Scott. Dubai, Winston almost forgot about the guilt which was his. Chinhouse and Mr. Sexton and the accident became less and less real, as Winston's life grew more luxurious, more entertaining. But then came a series of disturbing incidents. This pie is certainly delicious, Mr. Winston. I wish I were one half the cook, Mrs. Bridges. Do we have time for more coffee? Oh, I think so. I don't imagine the carers will be here for another half hour at least. Oh, incidentally, they managed to get tickets for that musical you wanted to see. Oh, Albert, that's wonderful. And what a splendid evening. Just the carers and you, Albert. Isn't that strange, Mr. Winston? I never called you Albert before. I'm sorry. It just popped off. Yes. Of course it did, Mrs. Scott. But don't let it bother you. Under the circumstances, it's quite natural. Mr. Winston, are the carers here yet? Mr. Winston, the carters, have they arrived? What? Oh, oh, I'm sorry. The carters? No, no, I'm afraid they're a bit late. I'm afraid you're a bit tired. Perhaps you'd rather stay home this evening. I'm sure I could go alone. The carters are taking... No, no, no, I'll go with you. Why, I'm as anxious to see this show as you are. Besides, you look too lovely tonight to be without an escort. That's a new coat, isn't it? Yes, I was afraid you weren't going to take notice. Do you like it? I think it's stunning, Mrs. Scott. Well, I'm glad. You know it's very strange. I couldn't decide between this plaid and a lovely cupboard until I noticed the labels in E. The labels? Why, what does this one say? The Sexton Mills, Manchester England. What did you say? Sexton Mills, Manchester England. What about them? Why should that make a difference? Tell me, why? Mr. Winston, my arm, please, you're hurting me. Never mind. Why did that label matter? What does it mean to you? No, no, please, Mr. Winston, let go of me. The doorbell, the carters, please. Carters? Oh, yes, yes, of course. I'll explain later about this. I was only trying to help you. Help me? You mean about my past? Is that what you were trying to do? Trying to make me remember? Yes, yes, my dear, that's it, exactly. I was trying to make you remember. Well, Mrs. Scott, did you enjoy the performance? Yes, it was very good. Did you like it? No, I thought it was splendid. Of course, I can't go along with Carter's rabid praise. Matter of fact, I find him something of a bore. That's why I prefer not joining them afterwards. I hope you didn't mind. Oh, no, not at all. What would it be? The excitement of the evening? I just assumed he headed for home. The rain? Does it bother you, Mrs. Scott? I mean, is there anything in particular about it that you find annoying? I don't know. It's strange, hard to explain. Is it strange, Mrs. Scott? You mean you won't? What's the rush? Never mind my driving, Mrs. Scott. Think about my question. Think, Mrs. Scott, think about... No bridge. Three bounds again. In just a moment we'll bring you at three of the Betrayer. Now a word from George Putnam. Here's something to keep in mind that Dandruff is hurting your attractiveness. Many methods are ineffective for combating Dandruff because they merely do what plain water does. That is, remove blue standard. They don't destroy the germ called Pityros formal valley that many outstanding authorities say is the cause of the most common kind of Dandruff. For real relief, this germ must be destroyed. Now a scientific product named Double Dandering fights Dandruff effectively because it kills this germ on contact. Double Dandering is so remarkably effective that even in many stubborn cases results have been amazing. 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I don't quite know what they have to do with the bridge in my past. It seems to come to me and then escape me again. I know if I just concentrate, I'll remember. Yes. I guess you will remember. Mrs. Scott, I'm going to help you. Sit down here. Now, close your eyes and concentrate. What? Keep your eyes closed. I have something here in my desk. I want to show you. It might help you. Keep your eyes closed. Keep concentrating. Mr. Winston, Chin house. It's coming back to me. I think it's... I was there with a man, a honeymoon. Yes. Don't open your eyes, Mrs. Scott. Go on. Keep talking. Yes, a honeymoon. Oh, I do remember. I do. Oh, Albert Albert, I remember the wedding. It was a lovely ceremony. Just you and Bishop Landon are very good friends. That's the way of marriage should be, don't you think so? Suppose you're right. It was suicide. Yes, Mr. Winston. I've pretty well verified all you've told me with your friends and servants. She was a mental case. Often despondent, they tell me. I think the coroner's jury will bring in that verdict. Oh, by the way, Mr. Winston, do you have a permit for that gun? Yes, of course, Inspector. It's right here in the desk drawer. Here. Mm-hmm. And what's that? What? The picture in the drawer there. Oh, that's Mrs. Scott and I. It was taken in the London nightclub shortly after the auto accident. I took Mrs. Scott out a few times too well to try to help her recover, you know. You don't look very happy there. I had just buried my wife, Inspector. Oh, sorry. Stupid of me. By the way, that's a, that's an odd inscription. When in the course of human events? Oh, the Declaration of Independence. I think every schoolboy knows that, Mr. Winston. I mean, what's the point of it on this picture? Well, it happened to be the 4th of July. Mrs. Scott was helping you celebrate? Well, yes. Thank you, Mr. Winston. I guess that's all. Good night. For a moment after the Inspector left, Winston stood staring at the closed door and smiling to himself. 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