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So I said you're very much mistaken, I did not come in here to be insulted, perhaps you don't know it, young lady, but the war is over, and the sooner you people appreciate that fact, the better it will be for all of us. And Mabel backed me up too, you bet she did. We went to the manager, and what we didn't tell him about that clerk we certainly did. Are you listening to me, James? Yes, dear, yes, dear, I'm listening. The nerve trying to tell us that merchandise was hard to get, and so were salespeople. Didn't do them any good, I'll tell you. I'll bet it didn't. What did you say, dear? I'll bet he must be taking a little more time and trouble hiring clerks, and we got through with him the very idea. It's just like I said to Mabel, it's just like I said, I said, if they have a hat department, they have to sell hats. And if they want to sell hats, they have to allow the customers to try them on. Honestly, if I want to try on hats, it's none of their business. That's the way it was. Talk, talk, talk. Every morning on breakfast, every night from the minute I got out on the house until I finally got to sleep, every weekend from Saturday morning until Sunday night, talk, talk, talk. Even in the movies. It might not have been so bad if I'd had a traveling job, but, well, I didn't have a traveling job. I worked for a bank. I had a job there as a spot auditor. Job was to make spot checks on tellers and cashier's accounts between the regular audits. Bank had been stuck a couple of times by embezzling tellers. No wonder the money they paid. So they fixed up this job making spot checks to catch any funny business before it got very far. Just as much money as hers. Are you listening to me, James? Yes, dear. I said I was listening. Well, and if my husband gave me as much money for clothes as hers does, I bet I could look a whole lot better than she does. Ethel had been talking like that for more than ten years, practically ever since we got married, I guess. And there wasn't anything I could do about it. I tried to make her shut up, but she wouldn't. I tried to leave her once, but she followed me and talked and talked until I came back just to shut her up. I couldn't get a divorce. I tried that once. Once. But I couldn't stand this any longer. I had to do something. It seems to me that if you'd only cut down on some of your expenses, we ought to be able to save enough money for a car. Now, I think that James, for heaven's sakes, how you startled me getting up that way. I'm just going down to the drugstore for a minute. What do you have to go to the drugstore at this time of night for? Good heavens, I work hard to make a nice home for you, James. I don't see why you're always getting up in the middle of a nice chat to go out. Do you hear me? As soon as I got outside, I felt better. But the thought that I'd have to go back there again and again and listen to her talk every day, every night. The thought that I'd have to go back there kept hammering in my head. I suppose I knew what I had to do a long time before that. But I'd never admitted it to myself. There was only one way to shut that woman up. That was to kill her. I didn't sleep very much that night. In the morning, I got up as usual and I went to the bank. I hadn't figured out how to do it yet. What I wanted was an iron-clad alibi. I wanted to think some more about it. So for today's spot check, I needed something easy, some accounts that wouldn't give me any trouble. I looked over the bank personnel, wondering which one I should pick. And there was my man. Arthur H. Tilworth, the perfect employee. Looking just like John Q. Taxpayer. Hardworking, conscientious, loyal. Been there for 35 years and risen at last to the eminence of second assistant cashier. Good morning, Mr. Tilworth. Good morning, Mr. Carroll. You fast arrestful knight I trust. What? Oh yes, more or less, Mr. Tilworth. That's fine. Now what may I do for you this morning? I thought I'd run a spot check on your accounts today, if you don't mind. A spot check on my account? There's really no need for that, is there? No, of course not. It's strictly routine, you know that. But surely there must be others that you have. Oh, come now, Mr. Tilworth. There isn't anything wrong with your accounts, is there? Of course not. Of course not. Very well, if you insist. Here are the books and you may proceed. And so I went to work on Tilworth's accounts. I'd done this sort of thing so often I didn't have to pay much attention to it. So while I worked, I thought. I thought about Ethel and about an alibi. Well, aren't you finished yet, Mr. Carroll? Closing time you know. Just about, Mr. Tilworth. Quite a bit of work here. You seem to have handled a lot of transactions last month. Oh, yes, yes I did. A busy month this last one. Are you going home now? No, I think I'll stay here and finish this up. Why don't you finish up in the morning? Oh, this shouldn't take much longer. I'll do it tonight. Very well. Good night, Mr. Carroll. Good night, good night, Mr. Carroll. It's funny it doesn't balance. Must have made a mistake. Let's see I'll add it again. But it wasn't any mistake. His books didn't balance. And by the time I'd finished the check I knew he hadn't made a mistake either. Mr. Arthur H. Tilworth, the prize employee of Consolidated National was deliberately short $3,756.23. When I'd finished it was quite late. I locked up. But before I started for home and some more talk from my loving wife I paused for a moment leaning on the bank doors and led a cigarette. Something was beginning to stir in my mind. I didn't know quite what but it was something important. As I was thinking I happened to glance down the street and I saw somebody coming toward me. I thought the figure looked familiar. Yes. When he passed under the streetlight I recognized him. It was Tilworth. I waited for him. Hello, Tilworth. Mr. Carroll, how are you? Weren't headed for the bank, were you, Tilworth? Well, yes. As a matter of fact I was. Some work I wanted to clean up. Yeah, I can imagine. Never mind about that now, Tilworth. You can't clean it up. Come on. Come on down the corner and have a cup of coffee with me. Thank you for the invitation. I think you'd better come along. See, I want to talk to you. Really, Mr. Carroll, I don't think that I... Look here, Tilworth. I have a report in my pocket concerning your accounts. You just might like to see it before I turn it in. I'll come just for a moment. Let's go. I got Tilworth into a booth and ordered two cups of coffee and handed him a carbon copy of the report. He read it all the way through. And the further he read, the whiter his face got. Stop shaking and give me that before you spill your coffee. Now, there are a couple of things I want to know before I turn this in. What have you done with the money? Mr. Carroll, I have a sister. She's desperately ill. Every penny of that money has gone for her treatments. Every penny. She'll die. She'll die, Mr. Carroll. I didn't mean to steal that money and I'll pay it back. Please don't turn in that report. My sister will die if I can't continue her treatments. I'll find some way to pay it back. That's what they all say, Tilworth. Mr. Carroll, I've lived a life of probity and honesty for 50 years. I only did this because I couldn't bear to see my sister die for lack of money. I had to have it. You must help me. I must help you? Do you realize what you're asking me to do? Yes, I realize it. Surely there's something I can make it work for a while. I haven't any money but I do anything for you. Absolutely anything. Just don't turn in that report. Then it came to me. This was it. The perfect alibi. Tilworth provided. Tilworth would have to provide. I listened to him run on until I'd thought it all out. She thinks I have some money. All right, Tilworth. All right, all right. I'll help you on certain conditions. Thank you so much, Mr. Carroll. You don't realize... First I want a written confession from you. Just in case. And then I want you to be prepared to swear that I was with you all evening on one night that I'll pick out. You understand? Oh, yes. Yes, I'll do it. Anything. Anything at all. For Suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you Hume Cronin in The One Who Got Away. Roma Wines' presentation tonight in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills. Suspense. Between the acts of suspense, this is Ken Niles for Roma Wines. Traditional as going to the big game are those friendly get-togethers and fireside reunions afterwards. If you're playing host this weekend, enrich your hospitality by serving delicious Roma Wines. For Roma California sherry, port, or muscatel, add warmth and friendliness to any occasion. And because Roma Wines taste better, more Americans serve Roma than any other wine. 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I'm sorry, dear. I'm sorry. I had to work late. I didn't have a chance to call you. What do you mean you didn't have a chance to call me? Now your dinner's all cold. You just have to eat it that way, too. I can't wait around here any longer. That's all right, dear. I'll tell you what. You go and get your things on. I'll call Mabel and tell her that you're going to be a little late. She won't have left yet. You haven't called her yet, have you? Oh, well, no. I haven't called her already. I've been doing nothing but wait for you. All right, dear. I'll call her. Now you go and get your things on. Well, all right. But in the future, James Carroll, when you know I'm going out, I want you here on time. Hello? Is that you, Tilbury? You alone? Do you expect anybody tonight? That's fine. Listen, Tilbury, this is the night. Yeah. I want you to say that I've been there with you all evening from 7 o'clock on. Never mind why. I'll be over there after a while, and I'll give you the details of what you're to say when the time comes. I don't care whether you like it or not, Tilbury. No, not yet, dear. Not yet. Just a moment. You don't want your sister to die, do you? All right, I'll see you shortly. Did you get her? Did you get her, James? No, I didn't. The phone was busy. Oh, what do you mean the phone was busy? I heard you talking to somebody. Oh, well, that was somebody else. Oh, well, honestly, this is most annoying. I don't believe you can do anything right. Give me that phone. Yeah, here you are. Well, really. Can't even die all for heaven's sake. Dolly. Charlie, this Ethel. Has Mabel left yet? Oh, good, yeah. Let me talk to her, will you, please? Yeah. Oh, heaven's sake, James. Don't just stand there behind me like that. You know how nervous it makes me. Mabel. Mabel, this is Ethel. Listen, hon. Hon, I'm sorry, but I'm going to be just... I'm just going to be a tiny bit late. Yeah. Well, I'll catch the next bus. Sure. Well, it's really very annoying. I guess I must have got back not very long after the cops got there. The apartment was ablaze with lights. There was a cop at the door. Inside there were photographers, fingerprint men, all the usual array of the law. The detective in charge was named Dolan, pretty much an average-looking guy, but sharp. We went through the amenities, and he told me how sorry he was. I expressed my shock and horror, and finally we got down to business. Mr. Carroll, I hate to bother you at a time like this, but I find it quite helpful in cases of this kind to talk to people as soon as possible. Yes, yes, I understand. Now, when did you last see your wife alive, Mr. Carroll? Why, about a quarter to seven, I guess. I only came in for a moment, and she was getting ready to go out. About a quarter to seven. And she was okay when you left? Yes, perfectly. And you say you left the apartment then? That's right. Where'd you go, Mr. Carroll? What's that got to do with it? Mr. Carroll, this is a murder case. Your wife was strangled while she was talking over the phone to a friend of hers. You want to bring her murderer to justice, don't you? Of course. In a case like this, unless we get a break, we'll have to investigate the whereabouts of a great many people at the time she was killed. We'll find out a lot of things that people would prefer to keep quiet. Now, perhaps what you were doing after you left here is something like that. But let me assure you, if where you were and what you were doing has nothing to do with this case, it'll never come out. Now, where were you? Was it to see a woman, Mr. Carroll? Oh, no. No, there was no other woman. Don't you remember where you went? Yes. Yes, I remember. Why won't you tell me? Mr. Carroll, where did you go to this apartment at a quarter of seven? Er... I'm not going to tell you. Mm-hmm. Mr. Carroll, why did you kill your wife? I didn't kill her. What's the matter with you? You didn't kill her. You left her here alive at a quarter of seven, and you won't say where you went. But that's right. But I didn't kill her. Why should I? Look here, I love my wife. Mr. Carroll, I'm afraid you leave me no choice. I just ask you to accompany me down the headquarters. Down at headquarters, we went through it all over again. And again. And again. In the end, always the same three questions. And always the same three answers. Why did you kill your wife, Carroll? I didn't kill her. Where did you go that night? I won't tell you. Why won't you tell us where you went? I won't tell you that. The same three questions. I went over and over for a long, long time. Over and over and over. But I never told them. The case came up for trial about two months later. The prosecution had a good sound case for first degree murder, and the district attorney made the most of it. It looked open and shut until the last witness for the defense, the last, the only witness for the defense, Arthur Tilworth took the stand. In September, I went straight home from the bank and had dinner. At about two minutes past seven o'clock, I remember the time exactly because my favorite radio program, that's the symphony hour, had just come on. The defendant, Mr. James Carroll, joined me and remained in my presence until about eleven o'clock. Order in the court! Order in the court! Order! They went at him hammer and tongs, kept him on the stand for an hour and a half, but he never changed his story and never contradicted himself. He made as admirable a witness as he did a bank employee. The jury was out for a long time, twelve hours or so, and when they came back... Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict? We have, Your Honor. Do you find the defendant, James Carroll, guilty as charged or not guilty? Not guilty, Your Honor. Oh! Just the way I'd planned it. I was free! And I'd stay free. No man, the law says, shall be placed twice in jeopardy for the same offense. No matter what they found out, they couldn't touch me now. I was free of Ethel forever! After it was over, I took about a week off. I got a cabin up in the hills and roped around for a whole week. All by myself. It was nice and quiet. Nice and quiet. When I got back to the apartment, I saw someone standing by my door. It was Dolan. Hello, Carroll. Hello, Dolan. Want to see me? Yeah, just for a minute. I, uh... I've been away for a week, you know? Yeah, we know. Come on in. Sit down. Thanks. Cigarette? Cigar? No, I don't think so. Thanks anyway. All right, Dolan, what do you want? Nothing, really. Look, Dolan, is this supposed to be a purely social desert? Hey, Carroll, tell me. Do you fish? Do I fish? No. Why? Fishing is my favorite sport. I was raised around Winnipeg Lake, you know. Fishing's fine there. Yeah? There's one particular spot on Winnipeg that's a favorite of a lot of fishermen. It's deep, cool, and rocky. There was a big speckled bass lived there. Very cagey creature he was, too. A lot of fellas thought they had him. Hope they made him. But he always got away. This is all very interesting, but if you don't mind... That fish got to be quite famous. Got to be known as the one who got away. And every time anybody did any serious fishing there, they'd always have a try at landing. Oh, yeah, they tried everything. All sorts of flies and lures and bait went on for years. Look here, Dolan, I don't know what you want from me. Well, I... I gotta go now, Carroll. It's a fascinating story, don't you think? Mm-hmm. Very. By the way, Carroll, you know how much that fish weighed? Seven pounds and twelve ounces. How do you know? We got a little careless one day. Took a long time, but I... Finally got him. Bye now, Carroll. I could see that Dolan was going to be annoying. But I didn't care. I figured he'd stop after a while. There was only one more thing I had to do to clean this whole thing up. I'd made a bargain with Tilworth, and I intended to keep it. Yes, sir, I... I'm a man that keeps his bargains. That night I went around to his apartment. There was no answer when I knocked. I noticed that the door was unlatched, so I pushed it open. There was Tilworth sitting in the dark by the window just staring out. The flicker of the neon signs outside lit his face as they flickered on and off. He looked about 150 years old. Tilworth. Tilworth. Hey, Tilworth. Tilworth. What are you doing sitting there in the dark? Come on, let's have some light. I'm just sitting here thinking, Carol. Thinking? About what? About a lot of things. Principally about you. Huh? Look, Tilworth, I made a bargain with you, and I've come to keep it. Yes, sir. Here's your confession. Here are both copies of my report. Tilworth, did you hear me? I said, here was the confession. Yes, I heard you. And it doesn't matter. What do you mean, it doesn't matter? You want to go to jail, Tilworth? And how about your sister? My sister's dead this morning. Oh, I'm sorry, Tilworth. You made me kill your wife, Carol. What? Oh, come now, Tilworth. Don't be stupid. I did you a favor. You did me one. That's that. No, if it hadn't been for me, your wife would still be alive. And I've been punished for my sins. My sister. Who will punish you for your sins, Carol? You kill, and you cheat her justice. But you won't cheat me, because I'm going to kill you. Sit down, you old fool. Get away from that knife. Get away from that knife, I tell you. All right, give it to me. Now, sit down. Oh, that's better. Quite a nasty little pig sticker you have here, Tilworth. There's your knife, my decrepit, avenging angel. You're not going to kill anybody. I'll get you, Carol. You'll see. I'll get you, you murderer. Who's there? Just a minute. Wait a minute. Hold on. I'm coming. What do you mean by getting me out of bed at this hour? Where were you last night, Carol? Who wants to know? The police department wants to know. Now answer my question. Where were you last night? Or, uh, aren't you saying? Certainly I'm saying. I went over to see Tilworth. Anything wrong with that? And how was Tilworth? Are you all right? About the same as usual? And how was he when you left him? He was just the same as when I came in. Was he? Of course he was. What's wrong? Something wrong with Tilworth? He's dead, Carol. Dead. There was a knife in his heart. A knife? There were fingerprints on that knife, Carol. It was in his heart. And your fingerprints were on it, Carol. And on the door and on the lamp. Listen, I didn't kill him. I tell you. This is a frame. I didn't touch him. The police department is taking a different view, Carol. Get some clothes on. You're under arrest for the murder of Arthur Tilworth. Too bad you'll never get to see that fish I was telling you about. It's over my fireplace. Just hang in there. Come on, Carol. Suspense. Presented by Roma Wine, R-O-M-A. Selected for your pleasure from the world's greatest reserve, the Fine Wine. This is Ken Niles introducing our Suspense star of the evening, one of Hollywood's most accomplished villains, tell me, Hume, wouldn't you like to give up roguery and play a nice guy just once? Not me, Ken. Look what happens to the nice guys on suspense. They always get killed in the first act. Give me a cloak and dagger any time. As far as you're concerned, then, villainy is its own reward. That's it. My sentiments to a teaser. A tea party doesn't go on this program, Hume. But since you're a party to Suspense this evening, this goes to you. Roma presents you with this gift basket selected for you from the world's greatest wine reserve. Why, thank you, Ken. And thanks to Roma, too. My... for a man of my moderate tastes, Roma wine's an ideal gift. And for moderate entertaining, Hume, you can't beat the Roma muscatel in your gift basket. Share with your guests the golden richness of Roma muscatel, delicious with cake or nuts, or enjoy delightful Roma muscatel with the taste of Roma muscatel and rich your quiet evenings at home. Roma muscatel? That sounds very tempting. Oh, it is, Hume. And Roma muscatel tastes better because Roma starts with California's choicest grapes, guides them skillfully with America's finest winemaking resources to tempting taste perfection. Later at Peak Richness, Roma selects from the world's greatest wine reserves for your pleasure. That's the reason more Americans love wine and reason enough, too. And now, Ken, before I go home and murder my wife again, who's slated for the spotlight on suspense next Thursday? It's yours and mine, and everybody's dream girl, Hume. Judy Garland. Oh, that's wonderful. What kind of a play will Judy do? Well, we don't want to tip too much of it, but Judy will appear as a girl who works as a waitress in one of our Hollywood drive-ins and who gets into a situation that is, believe me... Well, calculated to keep you in suspense? I'll certainly be listening. Good night, Ken. Good night, Hume. Hume Cronin appeared through the courtesy of Metro Golden Mayor, producers of the Technicolor production The Yearling. Next Thursday, same time, you will hear Judy Garland as star of Suspense. Produced and directed by William Spear for the Roma Wine Company of Fresno, California. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.