 Autolight and its 98,000 dealers bring you Miss Agnes Moorhead in tonight's presentation of Suspense Tonight, Autolight presents the exciting new radio play by the originator of suspense, Mr. William Spear The story is called Death and Miss Turner our star the first lady of suspense Miss Agnes Moorhead Hey, Harle, howdy chef arrest anyone lately. No But I want to check up on you because I heard you've been boasting you got a system that can't lose why sheriff of course my system can't lose It's the best there is the auto light electrical system on my auto light equips car by every unit and component part is related by Autolight engineering design and manufacturing skill to give the smoothest performance money can buy What system is that Harle the electrical system sheriff including the auto lights starting motor distributor coil generator battery Spark plugs and all the other parts of the complete Autolight electrical system installed as original equipment on many leading makes of our finest cars trucks and tractors You mean you're always right with the auto light electrical system. You sure are sheriff That's why it pays to insist on auto light original factory parts for your auto light equipped car and remember from bumper to tail light You're always right with auto light And now auto light presents transcribe death and miss Turner starring Miss Agnes Moorhead hoping once again to keep you in Suspense We went out for a walk this morning. I was dead and I went out for a walk. Miss Briggs went with me It was her idea. I wouldn't have particularly thought of it She brought the new picture in this morning She took my chair and stood on it and took off one shoe and hammered the nail on the wall and hung the picture up She asked me if it was hanging straight and I said I thought so and she said well And she took off her glasses and gave me a little inquiring expression She always does that after she's done something for me. She wants my approval So I looked at the picture hanging there and I smiled and I said it's lovely plain black frame. Yes, you're right That's just the right frame for it. I Think you're part of the frame. I said it's good the frame. Yes Yes There are some other pictures downstairs we could have framed if you like that would be a lot of trouble wouldn't it? Not a bit I think I could I could sleep some more. There's a headache just hovering over me I don't want to wait until it gets me. Of course. You'll finish your nap You know what might be nice though later on to get some air go for a stroll in the park Go out today and have lunch somewhere nice like 96 Piccadilly or Claridge's. How about it? I ring up and reserve a table Cool, maybe I can buy that red coat that's hanging up in there. Yes That's fine, Rachel. I was dead Long long dead and I went out for a walk My name is Rachel. Yes, there can't be any doubt about that now And then the American meet the Englishman and says well, how are things here old boy? And the Englishman says There is a next year Nothing pulling a long face like my dad always says if I could get a steak I couldn't afford it anyway, so Are you getting tired? You've seen enough of London for today. Oh, no, no, I'm enjoying this so very much as long as we don't walk too far We're not oh, no, love it. How long have you been in London Rachel? You know, I can't tell you that. Yes, yes, of course. You're just hoping that I Just might let something sort of flip accidentally aren't you mystery? Yes, I guess so It's been nice wouldn't it? No, no, it wouldn't Don't count on it. Miss Briggs Not going to happen. I can't risk it Look, there's a fine shop where I got our new picture down this morning The black frame you like so much Be friendly some more for us. Let's just win and see how it's coming along. Is this a new shop? Yes, I think so Anybody in who's that? Oh, oh, Mr. Briggs, isn't it? How are we today? Fine? Thank you, Mr. Putney my Friend here, and I thought we just look in and see how a little job of work is going I see I see yes Yes, that was the the four oils by who was it? Oh turner. That's it turner Let's see. Oh No, no, I'm afraid we haven't got them yet. There they are hanging up there on the line They're awfully good aren't they miss Briggs. Who did you say I've been here before? Make a pardon. It was the same. Oh, I'm afraid not you see What do you mean? I turn well, I've only just opened my shop four days ago Well, I'm not talking about your shop necessarily, Mr. Putney, but these oh these paintings I don't know. Uh, miss Briggs brought them in by Turner Turner. That's preposterous James Turner Well, he said nothing to do with him the first place He was watercolumn the second place landscape and in this man not not J. M. Turner another Turner the sign our Turner oh Interesting painter this one, don't you think not exactly macabre, but something shivery about it all four of them seem to have a Well, I guess you'd call it an ominous overtone. Really? I Don't feel that particularly Well, wouldn't you call it a little nightmarey when a painter goes to this much trouble all this detailed painting a man Is his hands his suit the handkerchief in his pocket the carnation in his buttonhole and then leaves out his face In all four paintings no face. I see a face Yes, of course Well, not complete not to fill in features, but the Qualities of this man's face are there for me even though they're not there for you. I Should know this man if I met him. We must be going He's dead. I think We wrote back in a taxi miss Briggs and I She had a bundle which mr. Putney said she'd ordered or something. I wasn't listening to them Every time I opened my mouth to say something I gave them an advantage Every time I went out for a walk with one of them like today. I showed things in my expression to tell them what they wanted to know I'd fall them into the trap when this big to suggest to that walk this morning. I've been weak Should never have gone I Want to be dead and I won't be brought back from it How did that Rachel? Yes What you got there this? Some stuff I ordered the other day for Mr. Putney. Oh What is it you laugh now? Well, I know it's foolish, but that's my dad just think heart never do a royal flush. I must say I don't know what that means quite I'm not a card player Anyway, it's something I've always wanted to have a private dabble that they say it relaxes the nerves And who knows I'm younger than grandma Moses pains You bought a box of pain and brushes This one if you please cause to Guinness it's for the fine detail work. He says sable Huh, it's a sable brush and these things You mix your colors on them call it and then there's over whatever this is Fixative and well anyway, I've gone got a perfect measure of a real professional kit Now someone will teach me to draw a straight line. You didn't buy this box of paint for yourself Did you miss great? Well, whatever you bought them for me That was it wasn't it I Was a painter? That's what you're waiting for me to find out our Turner The painter who does portraits of a man was out of face. It's Rachel Turner. Is that it? I don't remember it, but is that it Am I Rachel Turner? I Wait here. I'm going to get stuck to Christ. I looked at the door a moment after she's gone Then a square of white became the only thing in the room. I'd picked up a canvas board I drew a chair forward and popped the canvas against it I was doing my best not to sink not to govern my action simply to allow whatever might happen. I Hand was tearing away the cellophane wrapper from the charcoal I leaned over the square of white prop there on the chair and like plunging a dagger into a white body I invaded the whiteness of the canvas with a bold and perfectly symmetrical oval in black done with one stroke Chockels off of my hand Now the oil is spreading onto the palette save a brush stabbing into the colors blending and testing the mixture perfect flush don't Why? For what sake? For the roaring in my ears like a sound of a train rushing through the night We meet at last that is to say we meet as people meet in a drawing room a cocktail party perhaps Where the hostess hasn't had the time to introduce us all around we find each other elbow to elbow punchbow At this moment you smile to me as I hand you your glass and I say my name is Christ I'm Rachel Turner I'm a painter. Oh The subject on which I'm dreadfully ill-informed. I'm a psychologist myself about Lee Christ I'm a majesties college of medicine Evans not only a painter but a positive encyclopedist How could you know that have we met before we've not met at all this way? We don't meet you and I so badly until Some months in this year 1952 when you're my doctor And I'm a patient who has lost her memory How much do you know now miss Turner? You're going to be sorry More than that you'll be the object all the murderous hatred my tortured soul is capable of if you persist in bringing me back I should risk that many people hate me. I save many others from being hated You were painted this just now in those 15 minutes while miss Briggs and I were talking Amazing Man's face why him I mean for what reason this particular Contest the real from life Only one was it why do you feel compelled to bring back this face to show to yourself again now? Is bringing you miss Agnes more head in death and miss Turner tonight's presentation in radio's Outstanding theater of grills Suspense a hollow if my car have a auto ride electrical system It sure does sheriff for yours is one of the many leading makes of our finest cars trucks and tractors Equipped with an auto light electrical system and auto light is the world's largest independent Manufacturer of automotive electrical equipment what kind of chores that this system do Oh well sure if it goes to work at the flick of the ignition switch and performs every second your engine runs It works to every time you turn on your radio sound your horn use your electric windshield wiper or heater That's why it will pay you to treat the electrical system of your car to a periodic checkup at your car dealers or authorized Auto light service station you can find a location of your nearest authorized auto light service station in the classified section of the telephone directory under automobile electrical service or Call Western Union by number and ask for operator 25 and remember from bumper to tail lights You're always right with auto light And now auto light brings back to our Hollywood sound stage miss Agnes more head in Elliot Lewis's production of death and miss Turner a pale well-calculated to keep you in Suspended You murdered this man whose face you've painted here. Yes Yes, I How did you murder him? I don't know you have no recall of having actually done it You're unable to tell yourself where it happened or or when no Oh, I only I'm sure that I killed him Yes And miss Turner We're going to give you something to make you sleep now if you just roll up your sleep in this bridge, please Yeah Yes for a period of time now We shall need to help you sleep. I hope it'll be a brief one You've wanted to sleep a great deal of recent months haven't you? That was because you were afraid of reality of your thoughts while awake No, you're always dozing off taking a nap staying in bed till half the day was gone Now I know I'm a murderer So I've earned the right to be drugged into forgetting it for a few hours I Was already dead I'd forgotten why couldn't I've been allowed to die? Why not have fun before it while it didn't matter but for what? Well for a murder you you can't describe of a man who's death in circumstances pointing to violence We have no record why no one on earth has come forward to accuse you of any crime. How did you find me? What was I doing? Where was I when you found me? You must remember what happened yourself live through that horror again Only then will you know what it's true In the meantime, I shall help you in every way I can Hate me if you like it's better than hating yourself Good night esterna So many years to remember A life brought back to be my own The figures and landscapes and people which belong to me when nothing had been mine the day before Is all there up until my birthday What happened on the 16th of April I remember the night before It was the last thing I remembered until awakened here in the hospital on the first day of May I was standing in the lobby of the hotel Just having got off that rickety elevator And my bag was packed. It was there at my feet And the porter came around from behind his booth and handed me an envelope After that Nothing black white piano tune train teach barrister lawyer pallet paint porter ticket uh-huh that train uh Snow white I beg your pardon Snow white she has that long train at the board carrier Oh, yes. Yes quite right blood red train of thought Miss turner Have you noticed anything about your response to this word? Which word the word train? I've put it to you three times and each time you for some reason avoided connoting what one should expect to be the most commonplace definition You you haven't answered with smoke or wheels or waterlose station or underground Have you uh Any idea why you should be unwilling to recognize the word train as a high speed conveyance traveling on wheels on rails? I I don't have any idea Uh book dealer Yorkshire tell you train wreck Thank you. Miss turner. I think that will do us for the day This rigs took me back to my room. I was in the fever. I could hardly walk straight She kept dabbing at my ford with her handkerchief, but it didn't do any good I could see your lips moving probably asking me if I was all right and could she help me but I I couldn't hear her There was another horrifying terrible psalm filling my ears I held my hands over and trying to shut it out, but it only grew louder In my room, this rig tried to push me toward the bed. I could feel it screaming You must lie down, but I pressed her out of the way and lunged for the canvas board My hands and arms were numb as though they were floating out of my control Except that they ached agonizingly there were flashes before my eyes counting waves that threw my head back and out As though I was being thrown of a damned soul and torment and I first moved on the ground and I'd roll up that sleeve The mixture's a little bit different this time turner, but it will stop hurting in just a moment Oh, oh, yes, it's warm, peaceful. This picture you've just done. Is it good? I think it's extraordinarily good. Are you sleeping? Sleeping, but awake. I sleep, but not asleep. Can you describe this picture to me as though I hadn't seen it? A man is sitting in a railway compartment looking out of the window of a train. Opposite him with her back to us is a woman. It's as though we were the woman whose attention is on this man. As though we were this woman? Yes. Don't you mean that you are this woman, Miss Turner? Yes, yes, I am. What day is it now? My birthday. April 16th, last April. Yes, yes. Is that it? That's it. I must. I'm aboard the Flying Scotsman Express. I'm on my way to Edinburgh to paint the moors. I'm in the first class compartment. Alone, I'm relaxed and happy. I feel the urge to paint something. Right here as the train goes speeding along. And what do you paint? A man. That is the embodiment of a man. His posture, his clothes. But for some reason, I can't paint his face. I know his face, but I find it impossible to transfer it to the canvas. I make four separate versions of him, but each time my brush remains poised in the air, I refuse him to invade the oval of white where the face should be. At Manchester, I get out to stretch my legs, walking up and down the station platform. And when I resume my compartment, I find that I have a fellow traveller sharing it with me. He's turned away as I enter. He's occupied with closing the windows as if he's begun to rain outside. As I seek myself opposite him, he turns to face me directly. He's a man. It's his face which is missing from the portrait that lie on the chair beside me. How do you do? How do you do? How do you do? Pardon, do you feel not well? Forgive me for scaring at you. I didn't. I mean, looking at you in this way. It is all right. Fine. I'm a painter, you see. I'll see. Yes, good. And I'll see. Well, this is the impossible part. Here, you see these pictures. Hmm? Oh, yes. Very interesting. I mean, not to know who it is, his face. Oh, but I do know. I didn't feel I could do the face before, but now I can. Oh, sure. Why? Because it's your face. My face? What for my face? Yes. I know it's clear, but... I mean, you are going to put my face in there? Yes. Well, all right. It's all right. Go ahead. You mean now? Sure. What do I do? I mean, I am all right to sit here like this? Yes, yes. Just that way, please. If you tilt your head just a little more. This is all right? Yes. You're in the shadow, though. Yes, there was only a little more light. Good act. I have it. Would it be too much trouble if we change places? There's good light here where I'm sitting. Pardon? If we change places, I'll sit over there and you... Oh, change places? Sure. I sit down where he is, then. And he places himself exactly where I've been sitting a moment before. For a moment, he looks at me, smiling. And then, it's up to me. There was a blinding flash in front of me. Smokin' seen the beauty of his face, still smiling to pie. And then in his glass and rending steel, came screaming at him, and the... You'll come back from the edge of reason. I'm going home, sailing at midnight. It'll be midwinter. There's snow on that Connecticut bridge. Those leafless elves in their rolling purple shadows. They gave me a farewell tea this afternoon, and I even had a cocktail. The hostess was much too busy to introduce us all around, but a very nice gentleman came up to me and introduced himself. My name is Grice. I'm a psychologist. I am Rachel Turner. I'm a painter. Suspense. Presented by AutoLite, tonight's star, Miss Agnes Morehead. This is Harlow Wilcox speaking for AutoLite, World's largest independent manufacturer of automotive electrical equipment. AutoLite is proud to serve the greatest names in the industry. They are members of the AutoLite family, as well as are the 98,000 AutoLite distributors and dealers in the United States, and thousands more in Canada and throughout the world. 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In tonight's story, Jeanette Nolan was heard as Miss Briggs, Joseph Burns as Dr. Gries, Paul Freese as the man on the train, and Charles Davis as the shopkeeper. Magnus Moorhead may currently be seen touring in Don Juan in Hell by George Bernard Shaw. By AutoLite Electrical Parts, AutoLite Stateful Batteries, and AutoLite Resistor or Standard-type Spotlights at your neighborhood AutoLite dealers. Switch to AutoLite. Good night. This is the CBS Radio Network.