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And now, Autolight presents Ronald Coleman in a tale well calculated to keep you in. Suspends! Do you know London? Do you remember Swan's bookshop 12 Edge Monroe? Now that's it. It's hard to believe that such a quiet, unassuming shop was the scene of unusual, even fantastic happenings. The only thing out of the ordinary about my bookshop, although I feel it's most appropriate, is the sign or rather symbol hanging above the door. An arm made of cast iron, holding a laughter flaming torch. I must confess that the sharp angle inside the elbow attracted some distinctly unbookish creatures. Birds, who found the crook of the arm a splendid place for nest building. I rather liked the birds beneath my bedroom windows, but some of my customers complained quite bitterly about their nesting over the door. So each spring, it became my wicked task to clear away the little home that was a building and then to try and vent to make peace with the birds and my angry conscience. Well, Mr. Swan, is it spring again? Good morning, Constable. Have a care up there on that ladder, sir. Steady. No, it's not the ladder that's making my knees shaky. It's this monstrous crime I commit every year. But if you didn't, Mr. Swan, how would the rest of us know it was spring, eh? A distinguished courier, Christopher Swan, calendar to the neighborhood. I'm very honest, sir, be all of us. Thank you, Constable. Begging your pardon, Mr. Swan, but you have a customer in your shop? I do not. I couldn't go in while I was halfway down the street. He walked right under the ladder he did, with never a care. Brave man indeed. Thank you. Good morning. I'm sorry I didn't see you, Enter. I didn't hear the bell. May I help you? I don't need help. Your name is Christopher Swan. Yes. Good morning. My name is Christopher Swan. Well, forgive me. I didn't quite hear. But you did. Christopher Swan, sir. Your name, my name. Well, how odd. Why, people must have names. More people than names, therefore duplication. Bound to happen. My card. Thank you. Yeah, sure enough. Christopher Swan, mental telepathist. Telepathist and prophet of the future. No. Well, nevertheless, it is very odd. Well, perhaps it is. In that case, you must save my card and show it to Margaret. Margaret? Your wife, sir. Oh, no, I'm afraid you're mistaken. I have no wife, and I've never been married. Do you suppose I'm not aware of that? You are? Well, then I don't see how you can... Mr. Swan, mental telepathist and prophet of the future. The future? Yes. Margaret, young woman, pretty too, red hair. Oh, now, really. I've read a good bit about extrasensory perception, Mr. Swan. But when you speak of foretelling the future... You don't believe a word of it. Well, I don't blame you. No one believes it first. And later? Mr. Swan, suppose we drop the subject. I've come here simply to buy some books. Perhaps we may have a little talk in a short time after your marriage. Now, if a thing like that happened to you, you'd probably laugh at it as I did. But then, if only five days later, you met a red-haired girl named Margaret. And she was pretty, and the fresh perfume of spring began to engage in mortal combat with the bachelor in you. Then you might begin to believe that all nature conspired to fulfill the prophecy of Christopher Swan. Of course I want to marry you, but we know so little about each other. Well, I think that's excellent, Margaret. It'll be an adventure finding out. Oh, you'll be disappointed in me. There's nothing to find out. I don't intend to try. I expect to be content with you as you are. Well, Margaret... I wish you hadn't told me about all that money you inherited. I'd like you to believe that I'm marrying you for yourself. Chris, will you be happy with me? Will you be content? Happy with Margaret? Content with Margaret? Less than three months later, anyone with an earshot could have told the answer to that. Christopher! Yes, Margaret, I'm coming. Christopher, this back room is a sight. Yes, Margaret. If only you do some tidying about here, instead of going on as you do, talk, talk, talk with the customers day in, day out. And what do you talk about? Books. Nothing but musty old books. But that's my business, my dear. Well, Mars the Pity, why any man with 50,000 good English pounds in Barclays Bank insists upon running an out-of-the-way little bookshop, instead of going out into the world and making something of himself? Margaret, please. There are people in the shop. People? Lovers. See here, Margaret. Don't you dare lose that nasty temper with me. I know you're sorry you married me, but you made a bargain. You might as just as well be resigned. Till death do us part, the minister said. Till death do us part. One day I went up to Hampstead Heath for the fair. Oh, not so much to see the fair as to get away from Margaret. I watched the children on the carousels and the pearlies from Lambeth Road and the girls in white smocks selling jelly dapples. And then suddenly there he was again. Well, sink me. It's my friend, the doubter. How'd you do, Mr. Swan? Quite well, thank you. My question, Mr. Swan, was purely rhetorical. I'm thoroughly aware that you are not doing well at all. Wrong again, Mr. Swan. How can you say again? You did marry a red-haired woman named Margaret, didn't you? You really believe in your powers. Candidly, I don't. The only thing thus far proven is that there are remarkable coincidences. My dear Mr. Swan, how the thing happened is quite unimportant. All we must remember is my prediction that it would happen. I didn't say how. Would you have done that too? With a little more concentration, why not? For instance, let me tell you about your wife. Your wife, Mr. Swan, is a shrew and will become more of a shrew each day. Please, I don't think I care to hear about that. No, don't go, Mr. Swan, please, not while I'm concentrating. Well, let me see. Christopher Swan, born one day. I can't quite make that out. In March 1908, both placed the manor house, lower orchard, Bellingdon near Chasmbox. 1940, removed to London, acquired bookshop. Father and mother killed in Blitz. It's a pity, Mr. Swan. You, however, inherit 50,000 pounds, right? Yes, every bit of it. But would it be impertinent to point out that you had access to this information through a little publication? Not one bit impertinent, Mr. Swan. But tell me, in which publication could I have learned that on the 9th of November this year you will be hanged by the neck until dead? I beg your pardon? Don't look so taken aback, my friend. The gift of prophecy, nothing more. Ability to foresee the future. You charlatan, do you seriously expect me to believe? That you'll be hanged. Of course I don't expect you to believe it, Mr. Swan. Any more than you believe my first prophecy is that you'll be hanged by the bridge. But you will be hanged, Mr. Swan. Pity, really a pity. On the morning of November 9th, hang by the neck until you are dead. For suspense, Auto-Light is bringing you Ronald Coleman in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills, Suspense. Played Truth or Consequences at a big Hollywood party? Sure, they asked me to tell the truth and naturally I did. I said, friends, those Auto-Light resistors smoother idling, better performance on leaner gas mixtures and actually save gas. Why, they're bigger box office than a movie star. Hollywood stood for that? Well, I had to tell the truth. Wide-gap Auto-Light resistor spark plugs are the spark plugs of today and the future. Yep, I said more men go for Auto-Light resistor spark plugs than for glamorous movie stars. So switch from old narrow-gap plugs to... They must have loved you. There I was telling the truth and I had to take the consequences, too. Oh, Mr. O'Connage duck, Arnold, suspense is on. And now, Auto-Light brings back to a Hollywood sound stage Ronald Coleman as Christopher Swan in Noose of Coincidence. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Good morning, Mr. Swan. And a good morning to you, Constable. Well, I hope it's better than the night I had. Oh, fair, Honorable, that's what it was. Oh, Mr. Swan, do you have any books that talk about spirits? Oh, yes, sir, some very fine ones. Uh, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Then there's the American psychologist William James. It's an odd coincidence. That's the man I'm reading now. There you are, William James, the will to believe. Oh, it ain't the believe-in that bothers me. It's the will to leave it in the bottle. The bottle? Spirits, Mr. Swan. Ooh, last night. Oh, I beg your pardon, Constable. You know, my mind is so set upon a certain... Well, let's see now. Ah, spirits. Spirituous. Here we are. Spiritus frumentis. Christopher! Oh, heavens. When will you ever clean this filthy bag room? And I'll be there in half a moment, Margaret. Oh, she does have a voice that carries, don't she, Mr. Swan? I suppose you just browse along that shelf, Constable, and help yourself to whatever you like. Nothing but old books. Dickens, Thackeray, Victor Hugo, filthy nonsense, filthy nonsense. These are rare editions, Margaret. Please don't handle them like that. I'll handle them as they deserve. I'll tear them or burn them or fling them about. No, Margaret. No, Margaret! How dare you! It happens that I love this shop and the things in it. You'd like to die here. What? You said so in your sleep last night. I wish I were dead. That's what I heard you say. I don't know what's come over you, Christopher. Moody all the time. Salking, sulking, sulking. Pity you feel so sorry for yourself. Margaret, please, Constable Smithers can hear every word. Let him. Let everybody hear. I've nothing to hide. I never dream about suicide. I made a mistake when I married you, but I'm trying to make the best of it. Pity you can't do the same. Pity you feel there's only one way out. Yes, a pity. Pity. Pity. The quiet was gone. The gentle, thoughtful, quiet. A bookshop should be a peaceful place. I didn't remember dreaming about suicide, but I suppose I had such dreams. A man wants peace, even if it's only the peace of the grave. Oh, good morning. Good morning. I wonder if you have St. Moor by D.H. Lawrence. I believe published by Heinemann. Yes, Heinemann does publish Lawrence, but I'm afraid we don't have. If you just step over here, it's been quite a demand for Lawrence lately, and with books in short supply. I know. Let me see. St. Moor, St. Moor, St. Moor. One copy of Sons and Lovers, one gypsy. No, no, I'm afraid we're out. May I order it for you? No, I really prefer to look for it. It's a good excuse to go tramping about, prowling through bookshops. Do you like bookshops? Oh, yes. I'm glad. Why? Nothing, I'm simply glad. I'm sorry not to have had your book. I'll find it. Thank you so much. You might try the Ken bookshop near Victoria Station. Thank you, I will. Oh, another idea. Suppose you leave your name and telephone number, and then I'd be able to ring you up if you should happen to come in. Would you be good enough to do that? My name is Anne Stevens. Mrs. Anne Stevens? No, Miss Anne Stevens. Bayswater 3210. Christopher! Miss Anne Stevens had red hair, too. But not simply orange red like Margaret's. Her hair was like burnished copper, all warm and bright, down to her shoulders. And when she walked in the sunlight, it seemed to be splashed with gold. And I thought to myself, it's probably fragrant and soft to touch. It was only a few days later. But I met her again in crowded Hyde Park. Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. I... Why, Miss Stevens, I am sorry. Well, no, I'm not really. I mean, I... Hello. Did I hurt you? Of course not. It's Mr. Swan, isn't it? Yes. You have a remarkable memory for faces. No more than you. You remembered me. Oh, but that's different. I've thought about you. Did you? How nice. I'm trying to find a copy of Sin Ma, you know. You remember that that's what you wanted. Oh, I'm so sorry. I did find a copy that same day at the Kenbook shop. Thanks to your advice. Oh. It's a lovely work. I haven't read it. Really? Oh, Mr. Swan, let me give it to you. That is so you could read it. I'll bring it to your shop. Suppose you bring it to me here. Right here to this very spot. Good. Tomorrow, same time. And I'll bring something I want you to read. There were many tomorrows, but never enough of them. We talked and walked and spent wonderful hours together. And so many of them were utterly silent because it wasn't necessary to talk. Because when you know someone deeply in your heart and a red-haired woman, so that charlatan with my name could look into the future, but there were two red-haired women. And I'd met the wrong one first. He came to the shop again late in the autumn. Well, good morning, Mr. Swan. Still alive, I see. Still alive? Yes, naturally. Until November 9th. That was my prediction, Mr. Swan. Pity, pity. What is it you want of me? Please, why do you try to impress me? I don't believe a word you say. You must know that. The prophet who gaze us into the future, Mr. Swan, knows many things. Bitter things. And he knows more than anything else how we struggle against that. Which is ordained and which we cannot change. Ah, rot. If you'll say so. If you'll bit of paper, please. Just a bit of paper. Whatever's about. You mean to write on or to wrap something? To write a curious phrase. It's been running through my mind. Oh, there. That tablet that will do. Thank you, Mr. Swan. Here. Now, here. I'm writing down a bit from a book. You're a bookman. Perhaps you can tell me what book it's from. It wasn't like a man at all to her. There we are. Just read it aloud, please. She could not believe it was actually happening. When she was dancing in the afternoon at Lattage's or in the evening at the Carlton, sliding about with some swarvier man who wasn't like a man at all. Where, Mr. Swan? I recognize it. What about it? It's from a novel by D. H. Lawrence. A novel called St. Marre. That appears somewhere in the first third of the book. That's how curious. I seem to see it written on the fly leaf for the book. Hey. Hey, sir, wait. Now, I seem to see something beneath it. Oh, this is absurd. In the same feminine hand. Delightful hand. The words. Yes. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. The words. And yet I had fallen in love with her a red-haired woman as he had prophesied The answer came soon enough Christopher Constable Smithers is in the shop. Oh is he browsing buying or chatting? He wants a copy of a book called Saint Moore Constable Smithers wishes to read Saint Moore by DH Lawrence To begin with I don't believe he had ever heard of it. Second, we haven't had a copy for ages You should take more pains with your inventory Christopher. There's a copy right there in the bottom left-hand draw of your desk Oh, no, there's not I say there is and We'll have to sell it second-hand Some lovesick girls written something on the fly leaf You know Constable Smithers doesn't want that book Margaret. Of course. He doesn't I didn't think so and There's no copy of Saint Moore in the desk there. We differ look for yourself. Thank you. I will and What do you call this? Oh, but it's impossible impossible is it and didn't I find it here myself this morning? And didn't I read the inscription? You put it there yourself. Oh now. I know you've gone mad. I only suspected it before Yesterday the book was in that drawer When Swan predicted that you'd find it there, but I took it out and hid it upstairs in my bedroom You returned it to the drawer to make his prediction come true I didn't sleep well that night. It was the night of November the 8th Many things had become clear. Margaret knew this fellow Swan had known him before I met her Between them they'd arranged his prophecies the marriage and the business of the book This duplicity this plot against me was relieved only by one thing and was not in league with Swan And she did love me. I remember thinking as I drifted into sleep that if I could survive the next 24 hours I would be safe and could free myself for an When I woke I found my hands tied to a bedpost with a silk scarf and Margaret standing at the window That's above the entrance to the shop Mr. Swan stood on a chair at the clothes cupboard. He was twisting a large hook into the top of the door frame Good morning, my boy, it's the 9th of November Your prophecy Christopher swan hang by the neck until day Well, you might show some fright. It is some surprise. I'm too filled with loathing for you both So you're going to To murder me What a frightful idea. No, no, no, you're going to commit suicide pity. Don't talk to him kid get it done Oh, yes, Maggie surely Maggie is my sister, Mr. Swar. I knew there was some relationship between you You have the same tricks of expression you use the word pity is so often There's not much pity in either of you is there was a little mr. Swan, but it's not stronger than 50,000 pounds There we are Do you think that hook will hold mr. Swan? Oh come to the point you don't Really intend to murder me. What is it you want? Maggie he thinks we're only pretending hurry. Well, you it's almost time poor Maggie I hope her share of your fortune will console her will it console you Maggie. Oh shut up Maggie's having a touch of nerves. No, it's silly mr. Swan. There's no danger to us in this So many of your customers have heard you threatened to commit suicide. I doubt if one ever did. Oh, they think they did mr. Swan That's all that matters Do you realize how many times Maggie has shouted that information from the back of the shop? Constable Smith has heard it nevertheless. He knows me better than to believe Shall I tell you what constable Smithers will say to the coroner. He'll say Yell he would do himself in some day yelled it all the time from the day they was made and there He swung sir with his face or black his eyes bugged out Too fond of talking to get us into trouble. Yes, sir Margaret you you actually married me with this day in mind, of course I did and You're really going to to kill me. That's the plan And I'm sorry there isn't enough of a drop to do the thing quickly old man. You'll be struggling for quite a bit Yes, I know you'll both enjoy watching me not Maggie now Maggie's watching for the constable to turn the corner on his rounds Then she's going to scuttle down the stairs while I do the job Lock the door from the inside slip through the trapdoor in the cupboard and away like say niggolas over the rooftops Then she'll say to him constable. There's something wrong. There's something wrong There he is kid at the corner. Oh, he stopped to talk Well, you ready mr. Swan because here you go don't come at me with that no sir. I can still kick I can shout No, the walls are thick my friend. That's why you bought this house. They were built to endure I told you to chloroform him. Ah, Debbie stupid chloroform leaf traces. You wanted him conscious So he could know how clever you are always acting you and you're still in november 9th No, will you stop yammering the constable is halfway down the street. He's still at the corner You better wait better wait till he comes this way Margaret They'll say you had time to do it if he finds me cold Oh, thank you christopher. That's excellent advice. He's not really pleased Margaret. Look at him. He wants you to be caught Christopher, I'm disappointed. What childish tactics is it swan is it look at him margaret. That struck home It struck home. I think I'll have to close your mouth my friend. I'm not well. I can kick Maggie throw yourself across his legs. Don't give in margaret. Remember you face the constable He gets away over the rooftop Maggie. Are you in a trance? Throw yourself across his legs No, Maggie. I can't get at him. I don't care. I don't like it. It's too late to think about that Where's the constable? You won't help me here get back to that window. No, he's right Bravo Margaret. I'm the one who has to go down to smithers and establish an alibi. Yes I'm the one who'll have to answer all their questions. That's right. And where will you be? Where will you be safe? Who knows about you? Yes, and when they hang you for murdering me He'll inherit the loot. He'll get it all close your trap. No I haven't any protection. You hold all the cards because he does Maggie. You're going to ruin everything Don't you trust your own flesh and blood? No Get back to your post. Let go of me. Back to the window. I'll kill you both. That's it Margaret Push me. Don't push me. I can push too Queer goings on sir. You've been bound to the bed like this and he breaking through the window and then hanging from the sign You'll have to answer some questions. Mrs. Swan Hanging from the sign And I saw it happen Saw him smash through the window and come tumbling down and catch his Adam's apple right in the very crook of the Elbow with with sparrows build a nest every spring right in the very crook and there he swung fast, mr. Swan It was horrible, sir. His face black and his eyes bugged out Another prophecy come true. What's that mr. Swan? I think he could foretell the future. I believe he could November the 9th Christopher swung hanged by the neck until dead Only he had the wrong Christopher swung Thank you, Ronald Coleman for a splendid performance. Oh, mr. Coleman. Would you listen to a sound effect with us for a moment? Oh, I certainly mr. Wilcox. Okay boys Mr. Coleman, would you say that sounds like jack Benny's Maxwell? Yes, I'd say there's a great similarity Well, just listen to what jack Benny's old Maxwell might sound like if it had new auto light resistor spark plugs in the complete auto light ignition system Mr. Wilcox if I had a set of those auto light spark plugs around the house sooner or later Benny would borrow them and then perhaps we'd be spared that awful racket Well, we'll see what we can do mr. 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