 Suspense. This is the man in black. Here again to introduce Columbia's program, Suspense. In our starring Hollywood cast tonight are Mr. John Sutton, who appears as a young English doctor, Jim Norwood, who knew a great deal more than he admitted concerning the strange events which we are about to relate. And Mr. George Zuko, who plays the village curate, the Reverend Arthur Moorley. Our story, and it bears none but a coincidental resemblance to H.G. Wells' famous short novel, The Invisible Man, is by John Dixon Carr and is called The Man Without a Body, Tonight's Tale of Suspense. If you have been with us on these Tuesday nights, you will know that suspense is compounded of mystery and suspicion and dangerous adventure. In this series, our tales calculated to entreat you. And so it is with The Man Without a Body and the performances of John Sutton and George Zuko. We again hope to keep you in suspense. The only beach of low white sand hills, edged by the surf of the North Sea. Back from the beach, drowsing as it has drowsed for ten centuries, lies the village of Aldbridge in Suffolk. There is the sea wall, now defaced by air raid shelters. And there are the rolling grain fields, the thatched white cottages, the spire of St. Luke's Church above the oak trees, ancient and bell-haunted, lost among hedgerows. This village could never cause consternation in London newspaper offices. And yet, on that warm night, nearly four years ago. This time it's really happened. A man without a body, completely invisible. Dobby Boy, Dobby Boy, look at this dispatch. Rain of terror in Suffolk Village. Has another of H.E. Wells romances come true? An invisible man? I can't believe it. What's the matter with that village? The old on-stattie, Mr. George Wellman, builder, states that as he was returning home along the main road he distinctly saw a man's hat, without any head under it, moving towards him about six feet above the ground. A dog must have been going to be full of beer. We can't use this story. Copy boy! Even more surprising evidence was given by the Reverend Arthur Morley, Vicar of St. Luke's Church. Who? The passion. You don't think he was full of beer? One question above all agitates the village. Who is Professor Ann Smith? Who is this elderly American, said to be an inventor, who has settled at Old Bridge and leased the part of the house belonging to the local doctor? Out of some terrifying workshop, to strike like a maniac, where least expected, has there a lasting merge? A real invisible man? The Church of St. Luke, Old Bridge. On that same Sunday evening, evening service is over now, though an echo bells still lingers. In the vestry at the rear of the Church, where white surpluses hang like ghosts, the Reverend Arthur Morley sits with his daughter, Janice. It is a stone room of painted windows, now many-coloured in the sunset. And here, as the drowsy summer light turns to dust. Janice, I don't believe it. I know, Father. I saw it with my own eyes, yet I don't believe it. You don't think we were dreaming, do you? No, Father. We weren't dreaming. If this goes on, the whole village will be in a frenzy. But what can I do? We could go to Professor Ansmuth and ask him straight out. Ask him whether he's responsible for these? Yes. I wonder, Janice, a man doesn't hurt anybody, you know. You couldn't ask for a quieter person or a better neighbour. And yet, what's that? Father, you are upset. It's early, Mr. Emmett, coming down from the belfry. Emmett? Oh, yes, of course. Is that you, Mr. Emmett? It's me, all right, sir. And very much in the flesh. Did you think I was the invisible man? Mr. Emmett, I forbid you to mention that subject. Very good, sir. But there's others begging your pardon that do mention it. Oh, yes, yes, forgive me. I spoke too sharply. That's all right, sir. No harm done. No bones broken. Mind you, not that I, old, with this talk about invisible men. They're natural, I say. They're dangardly Christian. I'm a greengrocer by trade, and I believe in what I can weigh and feel. What's the matter, Mr. Emmett? Is anything wrong? Excuse me, sir. And you, too, miss. Do you see anybody in this room, said that? No, of course not. Why? Because I could have sworn something brashed past me just now. You're imagining things, Mr. Emmett. Yes, sir, I dare say. There's nobody hidden in the belfry tower, I hope. No, sir. I had a look-see. And what's more, there's not going to be anybody up there once I've locked the door. Now, let that blighter try and get in. Oh, please, Mr. Emmett. And you, too, father. You're talking about this invisible man as though he actually existed. There's something funny going on, miss. You can't deny that. No, none of us can deny it. And what's more, sir, it's getting pretty dark in here. Didn't you and Miss Janice better get along to the thick ridge while I lock up? No, we can't go just yet, Mr. Emmett. We're expecting Dr. Norwood. Dr. Jim Norwood, sir? What does he say about all this? Oh, you might ask him yourself, Mr. Emmett. I think that's probably him now. Come in. The vestry door's not locked. Oh, hello, Padre. Hello, Janice. I'm sorry I'm late. Hello, Jim. You seem a good deal out of breath. I am out of breath, Janice, because there's blue blazes to pay down in the village. Not more trouble. Yes, I'm afraid so. They're holding a mass meeting at the Cochin Horses and they're ready to murder Professor Ann Smith. If this invisible man cuts any more capers, we may see a real old-fashioned lynching in an English village. Now, look here, my boy. This has got to stop. I know that, Padre, but how are we going to stop it? Sit down there, Jim, across the table from me. Yes, sir. First of all, what do you know about this Professor Ann Smith? Nothing, sir. Nothing at all. But you've been part of your house to him. Oh, my dear Padre, that house is twice as big as I can possibly manage. I was only too glad to get a tenant. He gave you references, I imagine. Yes, but I didn't bother to check them. He's a quiet old boy. Pays his rent on the dot. Never does anything except read and go for long walks. Are you quite sure of that, Jim? The village has war nerves, that's all. But the camouflage aerodrome in the neighborhood, they're after imagining anything. True, perhaps, but... That talk about dynamos humming in the old boy's room and blue lights flashing as rubbish out of a sensational film, they imagined the whole thing. Finally, this crazy story about an invisible man playing the gramophone... It's not a crazy story, Jim. Janice and I saw it happen. You what? Last night, about half past nine, Janice and I were out for a walk in the lane that runs past your house. On the way, we met Willie Kendrick and he joined us. Well, sir? Listen, Jim, on that side of the house, there's a little square room with two windows and no furniture except a round table and a couple of chairs. Do you know the one we mean? Yes, of course. Professor Ann Smith uses it. What about the room? It wasn't quite blackout time. The windows were up, the curtains weren't drawn, and the room was brightly lighted on the tables to the old-fashioned gramophone with a horn and a crank handle. Decided, lay a pair of white cotton gloves like... like gardeners' gloves. The gramophone was playing away for dear life, but there was nobody in the room. Janice thought that was a bit odd, a gramophone going full tilt with nobody there and called my attention to it. Just then, the gramophone started to run down. We could hear the record slow and go off key. As it did so... Well, sir, go on. As it did so, those white gloves got up off the table. Got up off the table? Got up off the table, took hold of the gramophone and wound it up again. Mr. Emmett, what on earth are you doing? I dropped some candlesticks. So I see. Please pick them up again. Yes. Audrey, are you serious? Perfectly serious. A pair of gloves without any hands inside them? Yes. But what did they do exactly? The left-hand glove steadied the gramophone. The right-hand glove wound it up. Then they both hung in the air, beating time to the music. It should have been funny. I can only assure you it was not funny. What happened then? Oh, Jim, it was horrible. Willie Kendrick let out a yell and ran down the lane between the apple trees as though the devil were after him. I can't say I blame him. Father and I just stood there and... Stared is the word, my dear. Yes, stared. I can't forget any of it. The three-legged table and the whirling record and the blue flowers on the wallpaper. But there was nobody there. We could see past the table and under the table and all over the room, and there was nobody there. Except the man without anybody. Confound the man without anybody. Father, suppose it is true. As a clergyman, my dear, I prefer to remain agnostic. This thing's a trick. Yes, but how is it done and why? That's the whole point, Jim. What worries me is the effect on our people here. We call ourselves intelligence, and yet look at us. Even Mr. Emmett there. What's that about me, sir? A few minutes ago, you thought something brushed past you when you were coming down the stairs from the bell tower. Oh, didn't you? Yes, sir. You see what I mean, Jim? But I didn't really think so, sir. Not really. It was imagination, just like the doctor said. Because I searched that tower. I locked the door after it. Exactly. But the mere force of suggestion, nothing more, might lead you to believe. That's not suggestion, Father. Sir, I think my Bible oath has nobody in that bell free. Bells can't ring by themselves, old man. There's somebody pulling the rope up there and we're going to find out who it is. One moment, all of you. What's wrong, Padre? You're as white as a ghost. This blasphemous mockery it seemed extends even to the church. Very well. You will stay with the Janus, my boy. Emmett and I will collar this invisible man. Why can't I go, too? I don't believe in this, but I should prefer to have someone with the Janus. You're not afraid, Mr. Emmett? If it's alive, sir, I'm not afraid of it. And if it's dead, well... Well, you're not afraid of it. The tower doors open, sir. I'm ready. Don't do it, Father. Don't go. You can't help from Janus. Sit down here. Take it easy. Jim Norwood, what's wrong with you? Wrong with me? You've got an odd look, too. And the lights fading. The surpluses look like ghosts. And in another minute, that bell would drive me mad. I suppose he has got in. Who? The invisible man. Oh, don't talk rot. As there are sounds that the ear cannot hear. So there are colors that the eye cannot see. I read that somewhere. He hasn't hurt anybody yet. But suppose he turns nasty and does hurt somebody. He can't hurt anybody. How do you know? Janus, listen to me. Take my hand. Oh, but Jim... I want to tell you a few things you won't understand. I don't ask you to understand. I just ask you to remember. Well, what is it? The first is a question. If you were a government official and wanted to find an expert on camouflage, where would you go? An expert on camouflage? Yes. And the second point is this. I studied medicine in Germany. Oh, I know. But that's good. One night on a bed, I hid backstage at the Wintergarten Theatre in Berlin. I saw the whole show from backstage and I learned a great deal. Jim Norwood, what on earth are you talking about? George Wellman and I have talked the whole thing over. In a way, Janus, there is an invisible man. I can tell you who he is and how he works. But there's no danger. Do you understand? There's no danger at all. What was that? I don't know. You do know. I can see it in your face. You do know. I think somebody's fallen. Fallen? From the top of the belfry. How far? Stay here, Janus. You can't do any good. Let go of my arm. I'm going out. No, you're not. You might be. Besides, there's somebody coming down the stairs now. Stay just where you are and don't move until... Oh, Father. Father, you're right. Daddy, sir. Take it easy now. I'm perfectly all right, yes. But you'd better go into the church and see to where I'm at. He fell? No, Janus. He did not fall. He was thrown. Thrown? By who? There's no time to argue now. You're a doctor. Go out and see to him. I don't know. Go. Yes, sir. For I will work a deed in your days which you will not believe though it be told you. Janus, this is incredible. Why? You heard of the bell ring. I saw it ring. Without anybody there? I was as close to that bell as I am to you now. No hand held the rope. There were no strings or wires or any tricks to make it move. It clanged back and forth alone in the tower. And I thought I heard someone laugh. Laugh? Don't take that too seriously. We were both overwrought and the noise of the bell was deafening. What about Mr. Emmet? Emmet yelled some words I couldn't hear and lunged for the bell. Then something caught him. Something caught him and gave him a sledgehammer blow in the back. That bell was nothing but open arches. You heard him scream. I saw his face just before he went over. Lock the door to the tower, Father. Lock it. I can't lock it. Emmet has the key. But why should I lock it? Because he's still in there. He? He hadn't done any harm before. But he's done harm now. There's no telling what might happen if he gets loose. You mean? I mean Professor Ansemus Protégé, whoever he is. The man without a body. Under the red sunset some quarter of a mile away, a grass-carpeted lane winds between rows of apple trees. The lane is dusky. Though lights shine into it from the windows of a large stone house, Dr. Norwood's house beyond the apple trees. Up and down. A shadowy figure is pacing. An elderly figure. A dejected figure. Tall and frail as a shadow among shadows. Muttering to itself. Shaking its head. Now and then raising one fist in bewilderment or anguish. Sometimes the light gleams on large spectacles in a kindly mouth. Up and down. Endlessly up and down. Strides Professor Ansemus. How can I convince you Professor Ansemus? How can I convince them that I'm not... Who's there? I saw you dodge behind that tree. Stand out, sir. Did you call me, Professor Ansemus? Yes, I did call you. Who are you? You probably won't recognize me, Professor Ansemus. Nevertheless, my friend, may I ask what your name is? My name is Wellman, Professor George Wellman. Wellman, Wellman. I heard that name. Maybe you have. I'm a builder by trade, and a great friend of Dr. Norwoods. Wait one moment. Aren't you the young man whose firm is putting up these air raid shelters along the seawall and making such an unholy din with your riveting machines? That's me. And come to think of it, aren't you the one who first started this alarm about an invisible man? Yes, because I met him. You did not meet him, sir. This whole thesis is scientific nonsense, and I won't have it. You won't have what? I'm an old man, Mr. Elvin. I never did anybody the least harm. As God is my judge, I know nothing whatever about this, this. What's that? It looks like the victim's car, professor. You'd better stand back. This is a pretty narrow maze. Ann Smith, Professor Ann Smith. Yes, Mr. Morley, I hear you. Well, we thought you'd better drive over here straight away. I think you've met my daughter, and of course, you know Dr. Norwood. But there's no time for any social formalities. Get into your house, Professor Ann Smith. Get in quickly and close the shutters. But why should I do that? Because there's a mob coming, sir, and we can't stop them. Hurry, do hurry. A mob coming here? Why? Haven't you heard the news? I've heard nothing, my friend. The only person I've seen has been that young man there who choose a toothpick and hides behind the trees. George Wellman, what now for you doing here? Watching, Janice. Watching and waiting, just as usual. Listen to me, Professor Ann Smith. Henry Emmett, the head verge with St. Luke's, was thrown from the belfry window not 20 minutes ago. Not by me, sir, I assure you. I had nothing to do with it. No, not by you, but apparently, I'd be an invisible man. Oh, Father in heaven, will this never stop? Not till we catch the fellow. No, be quiet, Mr. Wellman, please. I'm sorry, Padre, I take it back. I myself can testify that no visible person laid hands on Emmett. He was struck, struck as though with a gigantic fist. What's the matter, Professor Ann Smith? Is anything wrong? No, no, no, no, I was just thinking. Is Emmett dead? Forty little, no. I'm glad of that, my friend, for a certain person's sake. He's not even seriously hurt. The bell tower isn't high and a tree broke a force of his fall, but he's badly shaken up. And that crowd of the coach and horses means trouble. If you haven't anything to say to us, if you haven't a word of explanation to utter. Listen, Padre, don't you hear anything? Yes, I thought I heard voices. Can't be that crowd from the village we're too far ahead of them. It's a crowd, all right, and they've been here for hours. But where? I don't see anybody. Jim, look behind the trees. Look behind the trees. The bee beyond the hedgerows. Look for any place where a watcher can hide. And may I ask what they're doing here? They're watching you, Professor Ann Smith. More of your spies, you mean? You can call them anything you please. They're getting impatient and they want to show down. If I as much as hold my hand up like this. Don't throw stones at the windows you fold. They're only breaking the doctor's windows. Gentlemen, I can't have any more of this. Be quiet, all of you, and listen to me. Well, sir, we're listening. I'm a peaceful man. I like to live in peace with my neighbors. I have nothing to do with this so-called reign of terror. But you don't believe that, do you? No. Then I must expose a fraud. Now, don't blame me if I expose the trickster, too. I have made preparations to show you the invisible man. The man without a body. Quiet, everybody! Mr. Morley, I believe you and your daughter walked through this lane last night while I was away at the very St. Edmonds. I don't know about your being away, sir. My daughter and I were certainly here, yes. Good, good. Miss Janice Morley. Yes, Professor Ann Smith. Will you look towards your right, please, at the house? What do you see? It's the same room. What room? The room with the little round table and the gramophone. It's a three-legged table, you notice. Yes, of course. But there's nobody in the room. No, nobody at all. Are conditions exactly as they were last night? Yes, except there aren't any gloves on the table. No, but the invisible man is there. Oh! A living presence ready to act and grieve and even kill. With your permission, I shall now address him. Hello in there. Hello! If anybody answers him further, I'm going to scream. Quiet, Janice, quiet. Father, look. The gloves are appearing on the table. I call out to him and I speak as follows. Hold the phonograph with your left glove. That's it. Turn the handle with your right. One turn, two, three, four. That's enough. Touch the spring with your left hand. Push the record. Lower the needle with your right and... Ladies and gentlemen, the invisible man. Holy moly! I don't follow you. What trick? The trick of the looking glasses. There. You see now, my friend? I think I do. The legs of the table form a triangle with its point toward you. Panels of looking glass are fitted in the two sides facing you. What do you know about them? You think you can see under the table, but what you actually see are the sidewalls of the room reflected in those two mirrors. Oh, wait a minute. You mean... I mean that my old servant, hidden behind the mirrors, has just been working the gloves to a panel in the table top. It's a very old trick. First shown by Coyolster there at the London Polytechnic. And that's what happened last night? Yes. And you had nothing to do with it? Nothing, whatever. Nor had my servant. Then who did do it and why? What is the explanation of all this? Well, I can't tell you why. That's what beats me. But I can tell you everything else. This invisible man who's been scaring us all silly. My dear young lady, there's no invisible man. There never has been. I might believe that, Professor Ansemind, if I hadn't seen a church bell ringing where there was no hand to ring it. And poor old Emmett flung out of the tower as though a giant hand had got hold of it. You're not saying that was done with the looking glasses? No, my friend, not at all. That was really clever. Strings, wires, ropes? No, they weren't necessary. But the thing's impossible. Oh, no. The same principle was used by my old friend, J.N. Maskelin, to make mechanical figures work. Psycho played Swiss and Zoe drew pictures. I, myself, I... Here, go on, sir. You yourself. What are you going to say? The secret I was about to say remains unknown even today. You were right in the way when you tell us that Emmett acted as though a giant had got hold of him. At least a gigantic force. Oh, before we all go completely mad, would you mind telling us what this gigantic force was? Not at all. It was compressed air. Compressed air? But don't you see it even yet? Any of you? No. A compressed air pipe with a thousand pounds pressure behind it was run up into the tower facing the bell. It could be operated from the ground outside. The pressure was turned on and off in bursts. It made that heavy bell swing like a toy. Emmett, don't you remember, Emmett rushed forwards towards the bell. And the air pressure? The air pressure struck him like a sledgehammer and flung him headlong out of the tower. There's your miracle, gentlemen. That's all there was to it. Sir, I can't doubt what you say. It's too circumstantial and too right. But what, my friend? The compressed air tanks. The mechanical apparatus is to work this trip. Well, what about it? Where did it come from? Such things don't go on bushes. No, but they do grow on riveting machines. Riveting machines? Yes, such as the riveting machine they're using on the air raid shelters along the seawall. Would you care to tell me would you care to tell us, Dr. James Norwood, why you and your friend Wellman have been playing all these tricks? Jim Norwood, is this true? Why, of course it's true, Mr. Molly. Don't be so gullible. Jim and George Wellman doing all this? I don't believe it. Take a look at their faces, young lady. Did you ever see a guiltier-looking pair? So we look guilty, do we? Frankly, you do. We played the whole game and convinced the village there was an invisible man. Is that it? Yes. You worked the glove trick in your own house and Wellman worked the air trick with his own equipment. Everything else was nothing but a pack of lies and a lot of atmosphere, playing conjurers and making a blasted hash of it. Is that all, Professor Ann Smith? Well, remember, you brought this on yourselves? I didn't want to expose you. No, Professor, I bet you didn't. Easy George, take it easy. Jim, is this true? Before you start pitching in to me, Janice, let me have my word first. Do you remember what I said to you at the church tonight? At the church? Yes, I asked you to remember something, even if you didn't understand it. All right, can you remember what it was? Oh, Jim, please. You're only trying to evade this. I'm so confused now I don't remember anything. All I can think of is this horrible business and what's behind it. Father can't believe his ears and I'm not much better. We've practically idolized you. All we want you to do is answer a straight question. Jim, are these accusations true? Yes, they are true. Doubtless he had a good reason, Janice. Doubtless he had a good reason. Yes, we had a good reason. The very best reason in the world. You had a good reason for scaring people half to death and trying to kill poor old Henry Emmett? We didn't mean any harm against Emmett. That was an accident. But you dared to defend yourself now? Yes, just that. Before we go home, Father, shall we apologize to Professor Ansmit? I hope he'll try to think better of English hospitality. Good, Janice, good. I hope he will too. You hope he will. Listen, Janice, before you act on any belief you have to be absolutely sure in your own mind. George and I had to prove something. And now I'm glad to say we have proved it. Oh, I can't stand this any longer. If you have anything to say, go on and say it straight out. What was it you had to prove? We had to prove to our own satisfaction that this pretended American who calls himself Professor Ansmit... Pretended American? Who calls himself Professor Ansmit? We had to prove that this pretended American was no other than Carl Heinrich von Keist, the celebrated stage magician from the Wintergarden Theatre in Berlin. What? Whose real job is to find the camouflage aerodrome near Bery St. Edmund. No. He explained his own tricks very nicely, George. We'll swear out a warrant in the morning. And so closes the man without a body starring John Sutton and George Zuko, tonight's tale of... Suspense. This is your narrator, the man in black who conveys to you Columbia's invitation to spend this half hour in suspense with us again next Tuesday when the distinguished actress, Miss Agnes Moorhead will be heard in one of her many brilliant characterizations. Starring with Miss Moorhead will be Miss Ellen Drew, who is Carol Linden, tells the amazing story of Uncle Henry's Rose Bush. The producer of these broadcasts is William Spear with Ted Bliss, the director, Bernard Herman and Lucian Mahowick, conductor and composer, and John Dixon Carr, the author, collaborated on tonight's suspense. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.