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I should have known before that something was wrong. I should have known by our eyes. It was a queer look in them, staring at me one minute, avoiding me the next. Well, I came home late one Monday night. They were asleep, my son John Ann, my wife here, Marie. I lay in bed reviewing my day's work. You see, I'm an investigator for the Hercomer Fire Insurance Company, and while thinking about the fire on Second Avenue, I fell asleep. Suddenly, I was sitting bold upright, wide awake, with a strange feeling of being alone in the room. I looked towards Marie's bed. It was too dark to see. I called. Marie? Marie? No answer. I got up and I walked to her bed. The quilt was bunched up. I pulled the covers down. The bed was empty in the bathroom. She wasn't there, and not in Johnny's room either. Johnny was alone. Marie wasn't in the apartment. I put on the light. I looked at my watch. It was two in the morning. I got dressed, walked out, rang for the elevator. It was nothing. Of course it was nothing important, but my heart kept hammering away. Oh, morning, Mr. Jordan. Kind of late for you. Yes, yes. Good morning, Steve. Did you see my wife go downstairs? Yeah, Mr. Jordan, about a half an hour ago, I'd say. Oh, oh, yes. Yes, of course. Did you see which way she went? Yeah, sure. She went towards Third Avenue. Said she was going to the... Going to the drug store, I guess. Yeah, that's right. There's one over on 96th Street. Open all night, you know. Oh, thanks. That was it. She went to the drug store. I was worried over nothing at all. I didn't know what to do quite. I didn't want to follow her, but the elevator boy was watching me, so I strolled easily along toward Third Avenue. I stood on the deserted dark corner and looked up and down the street. Then I saw her coming. She was walking toward me briskly. Harry, what are you doing here? Well, I got up and saw you were gone. I couldn't sleep. Had a dreadful headache, so I decided to go down for some aspirin. Yeah. Oh, yeah, of course. The drug store on 96th Street. But you were coming from 98th Street. I took a little walk, thought some fresh air would do me some good. Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's a nice night. I've only been gone about 10 minutes. Steve said you were gone about a half an hour. It was only 10 minutes. What time is it now? 235. I've been out for about 15 minutes. Oh, it's more than that. It was 15 minutes, no more than that. Well... Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Well, everything seemed all right, but still I felt something was wrong. We got into our apartment, and we both went to bed. For a minute or so, we said nothing. Listen. A fire. A fire. Yeah. Yeah, not far. Over east a couple of blocks. By the river, I'd say. Hey, it's my district. A fire. Hello. Hello, Harry. Sorry to wait you in the middle of the night, but there's a bad one over there, you. Between 2nd and 3rd, maybe a total loss. Between 2nd and 3rd, Mr. Parmenter? Oh, an apartment building. Yeah. 98th Street. 340, east 98. I called you because I'd like you to go there direct first thing in the morning instead of coming to the office. Okay, I'll meet you there. Okay, Mr. Parmenter, good night. A fire on 98th Street. Yeah. Yeah. I couldn't see Marie in the dark, but I knew... I knew she was staring at me. I was very tired. Good night, Marie. Good night, Harry. For Suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you a star, keen and wind, with Kathy Lewis in the Night Reveals by Cornel Woolrich. Roma Wines' presentation tonight in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills. Suspense. Between the acts of suspense, this is Truman Bradley for Roma Wines. Tomorrow and Saturday, most American households will be busy with preparations for Easter Sunday dinner, the traditional feast ending the Lenten season. 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And now Roma Wines bring back to our Hollywood sound stage Keenan Wynne as Harry Jordan and Cathy Lewis as his wife Marie in The Night Reveals. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Go on, Mr. Jordan. Well, gentlemen, the next morning I went over to the 98th Street to inspect the remains of number 340 and to see if there was evidence of anything suspicious about the origin of the fire. And Mr. Parmitter was there. There it is. Got it. Guess we'll be paying off on this one all right. Anyone hurt? A few. No one did. Luckily they just installed the new fire escapes. Just the walls left. The fire must have been quite a sight in the height of its glory. Yeah, quite a sight. Say those walls look pretty bad. Mike's left most anytime. Oh, the building will have to be raised. The fire did a good job. There's the commissioner. Hello, Parmitter. How are you, Morrell? No anything about the fire commissioner? You better not go inside. Don't worry about me. I know fires as well as anyone. You stay outside, Mr. Parmitter. I'm going in. I walked gingerly into the black and ruined hallway and ashes up to my ankles until I reached the remains of the stairway. Underneath were several baby carriages just twisted pieces of metal. Burning fragment of something fell nearby. Come on back, Jordan. I'm all right. I poked around near the carriages sifting through the fine clean ashes. Something caught my eye. A glob of yellow metal. I picked it up and I worked my way out. Yep, cleaned through. Nothing left over. Did you find anything, Harry? Oh, nothing much. Fire started in the hallway, all right. Cellar's untouched. Fire works its way up. What's that in your hand? Oh, that. Oh, it's just a piece of metal I found. Here, I just picked it up for my kid. He likes shiny things. What do you think, Commissioner? Probably one of those gadgets they have on baby carriages. Yeah, I guess you're right. There's nothing. But it was something. I had run my fingernail across this glob of metal. It looked like gold. I would examine it in detail at home. How are you, Johnny? Mama says I was bad today. You're home early. Yeah, I got sooner. I got through sooner than I expected. What is it? What is it, Harry? Your locket. You're not wearing it. You've never had it off before. My locket? Well, I don't you remember? Daddy, can I go over to see David Taylor for a minute? Yes, yes, Johnny. Go ahead. All right. He shouldn't have done that, Harry. I didn't want him to go. He hasn't had his dinner. Never mind, Johnny. What did you say happened to the locket? Well, I gave it to you. To me? The locket was fixed. The catch was loose. I don't remember. I put it in your pocket, Harry. I forgot to mention it to you. I wanted you to take it to the jewelers. Get the catch fixed. I just put it in your coat pocket while you were shaving. When? Yesterday. Yes. Yesterday morning. Well, then it should be in my pocket now. I wore this suit yesterday, too. Nothing in my pockets, Murray. Well... What's the thing wrong with me? Well, you look worried as if you had something on your mind. No, it's nothing. I've just been having a headache. Maybe you ought to see a doctor. No, it really doesn't amount to much. Well... I think I'll take another look for the locket. Uh... Which suit did you say you put it in? Your blue suit. I think. Maybe it was the gray, though. I... I couldn't make it out. What had she done with the locket? She pawned it? Had she given it away? And then... I remembered something. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I looked at this shapeless little glob of yellow metal. I rubbed the blackened spots away until all of it was gleaming. I took a nail file out of the medicine chest and began to file it. I kept filing until I had enlarged the crack to the full length of the piece of gold. Then I slipped the nail file inside and pried. Pried it open. Tiny fragments of glass and then... Then I saw a piece of scorched paper. It was a photograph. A picture of my son Johnny. This glob of metal was my wife's locket. I put the locket in the picture in my pocket and walked out. All right, now. Now, what's the largest continent in the world? I know it. It's Asia. And the next largest? Full of jungle. That's where Tarzan lives. Isn't it time for Johnny to be in bed? Yes. I had an idea. It was so late. You run along to your room, Johnny. I'll be in a minute. Good night, Dad. Good night, Johnny. Sleep well. He's getting along very well in school except for arithmetic. Seems to be having a little trouble. Johnny will be all right. Yes. Johnny will be all right. I know he'll be all right. I watched her. She seemed very uneasy. I walked over to my pipe rack where I kept several books of matches in a jar. But there weren't any there. All this time I knew she was watching me. Watching me closely. I looked behind the rack. There wasn't a match around. What the devil happened to all my matches? I had a match here. Let me light it for you. Did you? Yes. I needed them in the kitchen. Shall I light your pipe for you? No. I'll light it myself. I picked a match out of the booklet. It was a clean white match with a green head. I struck it against the side. The match sputtered up into a yellow flame. Fringed on the bottom with blue. Marie stared at it until I felt the sharp bite of the flame on my thumb. Would you like a cup of tea, Harry? No. No, dear. I don't think so. Marie! Leave the matches on the table. I need them. I'm rather short of matches. The pilot light isn't working. Is this the only book of matches in the house? I'll have to get some tomorrow. Where are you going, Harry? Get a drink of water. I'll get it for you, Harry. Never mind, Marie. I'll get it myself. I went into the kitchen. There was a paper bag alongside the gas range. Matches. All thrown in helter-skelter. Mixed of matches and safety matches. All mixed together. I walked back and sat down in my chair. Marie, you've been having headaches lately. I'm just tired. Nothing serious. How would you like to go away for a few days? Take a vacation. I'll get a maid to take care of Johnny and me. It'll do you a lot of good. No, I don't need a vacation. There's nothing wrong with me. But, Harry, there is... We were about to say something else. I've got to go into Johnny's room and see that he's covered. He always shows the covers all... I sat there, looking at the door. And then I glanced about the room. There was the pack of matches lying open on the table. I closed the cover. And my eye caught her purse lying nearby. It was bulging. Harry. Oh, what's the matter? My purse. Yeah. Yes, your purse. Here, look. See, the handle's loose. And it's full of matches. A dozen books of them. And these newspaper clippings. Give it back to me. Why are you saving these clippings? Why do you carry matches with you? I bought the matches in a store a dozen for fries. And these clippings. Fire on 112th Street causes severe damage. And these others. Why are you saving these clippings, Marie? There's nothing wrong in that. Fire on fire. It will help you in your work. That's very considerate, Marie. Oh, Harry, you're so good. Why should this have to happen to us? Towards midnight I went to bed. Marie did not follow me. I lay in the semi-darkness wide awake trying to think what I should do. I couldn't collect my thoughts. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see the flame of the match, yellow and blue crawling along the matchstick. Here, drink this, Harry. It will help you sleep. What is it? It's cocoa. It's very good for you. I'm not the one that's having trouble falling asleep. We both couldn't sleep last night. I'm taking some of this myself as soon as I go to bed. All right. Leave it on the nightstand. You'll be sure to drink it while it's hot. Yes, Marie. I will. Good night, dog. Good night, Marie. Coco. Then suddenly I knew I looked around quickly for something to pour it in. There was the radiator pan. It was empty. I poured the cup of liquid into it. And then I laid back and waited. Waited for her next move. About a half an hour later, I heard the door open softly and Marie tiptoed toward my bed. Harry. Harry. Are you asleep? I didn't answer. Just kept breathing evenly. She hovered for a moment over me and then she tiptoed out, carefully closing the door behind her. I dashed out of bed and hurried into my clothes. Quickly I poured the liquid from the pan into a bottle and put the bottle into my pocket. Then I grabbed my coat and followed her. I rang for the elevator. A few minutes headway, I'd catch up with her easily and then we'd have a showdown. Steve looked at me with controlled amazement. Hello, Steve. Hello, Mr. Jordan. My wife went down a moment ago, didn't she? Yeah, Mr. Jordan just took her down. She went toward 3rd Avenue, didn't she? I think so, sir. She stopped for a minute and turned toward 3rd Avenue. I had to get back to the elevator because you were ringing. When I reached the corner, I looked up and down 3rd Avenue. Then I saw her. She was walking north. I crossed to the other side of the street and followed her, keeping at a distance. At 98th Street, she turned east. Down the middle of the block was the remains of that last night's fire. She paused in front of a gutted building for a long time, just stood there looking at it. And she walked inside. I waited for a few seconds and then followed her. It was pitch dark in the burned-out hallway. Ahead of me, I could see the glow of a match. Then I saw what she was doing. She was collecting the charred debris near the baby carriages. How foolish! There wasn't anything, anything that could burn there now. She lit another match. I watched the flame light up her face. Her face so intent upon her work that she didn't hear me approach. Marie! Who's there? It's me, Harry. Harry, why didn't you... Come along, Marie. We'd better get out of here. Police. I took her hand and without a word she came along. We walked home in complete silence. We both knew. When we came to our apartment house, I stopped and ranked the elevator. In the light of the hallway, I could see her face. My wife's face. Ashy gray. Her eyes brightened. Painful. You run upstairs, Marie. I'll be along in a minute. Harry, where are you going? I'll be right back. You run along, Marie. You're not going to... No, no. I'm only going to the drugstore to get something. I'll be back in a few minutes. I came home a half an hour later. She was waiting for me. Did you do it, Harry? Harry, please tell me I've got to know. I had the cocoa you gave me analyzed. I'm sorry. I had to do it. Don't you see? I couldn't help it. It was very easy for the drugist, especially when I told him what I thought was in it. That sodium stuff that makes you sleep through an earthquake. Please try to understand, Harry. You must understand. Is the kid asleep? Yes. Johnny's all right. Well, I... I was sorry for Marie. She looked so haggard and worn. It was her fault. I was sorry for myself. My head was roaring. I wasn't feeling too well. I kept seeing sparks in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes for a moment. Let's go to bed, Harry. Marie, we can do something. Let's burn up every match. Every match in the house. We'll never bring another match in here. No, no, Harry. We can't do that. You don't want to? No, Harry. Not now. See? This is the first book. We'll do it with every book of matches. It's no use. It's no use, Harry. Strange, isn't it? That this should happen to me. Me, a fire inspector. Oh, that's funny. Give me the matches, Marie. All the matches. No, I can't do that. I won't. Give them to me. Please, please don't. Please don't take them. I'll do anything. You want anything. Where did you hide them? Tell me. Where are they? Inside the range behind the paper bag. I dropped her hand. She sank to the floor in a puddle. Weeping. Then I went into the kitchen and I got all the matches. Please, please, Harry. Don't burn them off. I know. My anger was cooling off. Look, Marie. Look up. See? I light each book of matches one at a time until they're all gone up in smoke. Yellow flame licked its way down the matches. The cover caught fire and blackened it. I watched her look at the flame with dazed eyes. Listen. Listen, Harry, do you hear? It's just someone in the hall. It's more than someone. Something's happened. Something has happened. I'll take a look. The house is a fire. Yes, yes, Marie. Wake up, Johnny. Johnny! Johnny! We'll have to hurry. The flames are coming up the stairs. There's an upward draft. What's the matter? The house is a fire. We've got to get out. It's too late to go down. We'll have to go up through the roof. Oh! Wait for Mother! She'll come along. It's all right, Johnny. Go along with Daddy. I'll follow you. Don't be scared. The fire won't hurt you. It won't hurt you at all. We made our way upstairs very slowly because of Marie's sprain ankle. Finally, we got to the roof. There was some firemen on the next roof about 10 feet separate of the two buildings. Get panicky. We'll get you off safely. We're going to have to jump across, Daddy. Mother won't be able to jump. It's all right, Johnny. Don't be scared. Putting a board across the two roofs we'll just walk across. Johnny, you go first. Don't be afraid there. The rope will hold you in case you slip. No, Mother. You've got to go first. I'll go right after you, Johnny. You come here. Go ahead, Johnny. Mother will follow you. No, don't turn around. Keep walking. Hey, I know what it's going to be all right. Put the board off, Harry. I saw you do it. No, I didn't. We stood there, the three of us, watching the fire. Sparks were shooting up through the hole where it had bitten through. Great flames shot out, stabbing at the sky. The top of the roof was burning now. A red flame crawled along, searching out the inflammable spots. A wooden pole caught fire and blazed up in a long, narrow, curbing arc. The wind was helping it. And all this time, Marie was shaking, shaking violently. Not with cold, I pityed her. And then she threw up her hands and shrieked. What is it, lady? What is the pyromania? What is this? Who's the pyromania? This man here, arrests you most. That's about all there is to the story, gentlemen. That I was brought here must have sounded kind of, well, painful for you to hear it all over again, Marie. No. It was all right, Harry. I wonder, oh, I got a cigarette. Could I? No. I'll light it for you, Harry. You don't have to worry. I won't try and keep the matches here. She's been awful good to me, gentlemen. We'll take care of her, won't you? She tried everything to help. She hid the matches so as to keep them from me. She even tried to give me sleeping pills, so I wouldn't... I... It's all right, Harry. I'm sorry about the locket, dear. Must have fallen out of my coat when I was in that building at 98th Street. I... It's all right, Harry. You can buy me another one sometime. You can't blame anybody for liking fires. It's not their fault. Fires are beautiful to watch, so bright and clean. They burn up all the filth and dirt, and they're magnificent to watch, especially the big ones. The way the flames roar and crackle. Lighting up everything around you. The beautiful fire. The beautiful fire. The beautiful fire. Suspense. Presented by Roma Wines. R-O-M-A. Made in California for enjoyment throughout the world. As traditional as fine frocks for the Easter Parade, it's fine wine with Easter dinner. Here's how you can enjoy this festive Easter dining custom and still keep within your budget. Serve delicious Roma California Burgundy. At the first sip, you'll discover why robust Roma Burgundy is the perfect flavor mate for your favorite roast or ham. 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