 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 curant, 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 intrigue 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. A lonely beach of low white sandhills, edged by the surf of the North Sea. Back from the beach, browsing as it has browsed for ten centuries, lies the village of Aldbridge in Suffolk. There is the seawall, now defaced by air-raised 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 gone scatter. Mr. George Wellman, builder, states that as he was returning home along the main road from Betty St. Edmunds, he distinctly saw a man's hat, without any head under it, moving towards him about six feet above the ground. Oh, it must have been going to be full of beer. We can't use this story. Dobby Boy. Even more surprising evidence was given by the Reverend Arthur Moorley, Vicaritz St. Luke's Church. Who? The parson. 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 a part of the house belonging to the local doctor, out of some terrifying workshop to strike like a maniac, where least expected, has there at last emerged a real invisible man? The Church of St. Luke, Old Bridge. On that same Sunday evening, evening services 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 Moorley sits with his daughter, Janice. It is a stone room of painted windows, now many-colored in the sunset, and here is the drowsy summer light turns to dusk. 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 isn't hurting anybody, you know. You couldn't ask for a quieter person or a better neighbor. And yet, what's that? Father, you are upset. Is there any, 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. Minds you not that I, old with this talk about invisible men, they're natural, I say. They don't hardly 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, septas? No. Of course not. Why? Because I could have sworn something brushed past me just now. You're imagining things, Mr. Emmett. Yes, sir. A hard day is saved. 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 out 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, say, it's getting pretty dark in here. And 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? You might ask him yourself, Mr. Emmett. I think that's probably him now. Come in. The best two doors, not locked. 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 this blue blaze is to pay down in the village. Not more trouble. Yes, I'm afraid so. They're holding a mass meeting at the coach and horses, and they've led it to murder of 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 for me. Yes, sir. First of all, what do you know about this Professor Ann Smith? Nothing, sir. Nothing at all. But you're in 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? Her village has war nerves, that's all. But the camouflage aerodrome in the neighborhood, they're up to imagine 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 stood an old-fashioned gramophone with a horn and a crank handle. Decided, lay a pair of white cotton gloves, 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. Emmet, what on earth are you doing? I dropped some candlesticks. So I see. Please pick them up again. Yes. Padre, are you serious? Perfectly serious. A pair of gloves without any hands inside them? Yes. But what did they do exactly? The left-hand gloves 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. Oh, 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 wall paper 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 is 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. How 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. At the mere force of suggestion, nothing more might lead you to believe. Not suggestion, Father. Oh, steak pie, Bible loaf. There's 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. There's one moment all of you. What's wrong, Padre? You're as white as a ghost. This blasphemy of mockery it seems 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, 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 them, 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 light's fading. And 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... There are 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. One night on a bed I hid backstage at the Wintergarten Theater 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 belfryer. Stay here, Janus. You can't do any good. Let go of my arm. I'm going up there. Oh, you're not. I didn't think what the danger might be. Besides, there's somebody coming down the stairs now. Stay just where you are and don't move until... Oh, Father. Father, are you all right? Take it easy now. I'm perfectly all right, yes. But you'd better go into the church and see to him. He fell? No, Janus. He did not fall. He was thrown. Thrown? By whom? There's no time to argue now. You're a doctor. Go out and see to him. Well, is he... I don't know. Go. Yes, sir. For I will work a deed in your days which he will not believe though it be told you. Janus, this is incredible. Why? You heard 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. Emmett? Emmett 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. Emmett 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 Anne Smith's protege, whoever he is. The man without a body. Under the red sun set 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. 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 bleeds on large spectacles in a kindly mouth. Up and down. Endlessly up and down strides Professor Anne Smith. I'm not guilty. How can I convince them that I'm not guilty? Who's there? I saw you dodge behind that tree. Stand out, sir. Did you call me Professor Anne Smith? Yes, I did call you. Who are you? You probably won't recognize me, Professor Anne Smith. Nevertheless, my friend, may I ask what your name is? My name is Wellman, Professor George Wellman. Wellman, Wellman. I've heard that name. Maybe you have. I'm a builder by trade and a great friend of Dr Norwood's. 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 Wellman. 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 vicar's car, Professor. You'd better stand back. This is a pretty narrow maze. Anne Smith. Professor Anne Smith. Yes, Mr Morley. I hear you. 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 Anne Smith. Get him 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 chews a toothpick and hides behind the trees. George Wellman, what are you doing here? Watching, Janice. Watching and waiting, just as usual. Listen to me, Professor Anne Smith. Henry Emmett, the head verger at St. Luke's, was thrown from the belfry window, not twenty 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 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, pottery. 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 Anne Smith? Is anything wrong? No, no, no. I was just thinking. Is Emmett dead? Fought him, at least, 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 at 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? Look 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 Anne Smith. They're watching all 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... What the heck? 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 tricks to do. I have made preparations to show you the invisible man. The man without a body. Quiet, everybody! Mr. Marley, I believe you and your daughter walked through this lane last night while I was away at the Berry St. Edmonds. I don't know about your being away, sir. My daughter and I were certainly here, yes. Good, good. Miss Janice Marley. Yes, Professor Anne 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 a 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. A living presence, ready to act and breathe and even kill. With your permission, I shall now address him. Hello in there. Hello in there. Hello in there. 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. Hold the spring with your left hand. Push the record. Lower the needle with your right and... Ladies and gentlemen, the invisible man. 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 that? 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 tabletop. It's a very old trick. First shown by Colonel Stother 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 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. Maskellan, to make mechanical figures work. Psycho played frisk and Zoe drew pictures. I myself... 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 a way when you tell us that Emmett acted as though a giant had got hold of him. 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 trick. 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 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 wasn't 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 Ansmit? Well, remember, you brought this on yourself. I didn't want to expose you. Oh, Professor, I bet you didn't. Easy, George, take it easy. Janice is 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't 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 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 through 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 Winter Garden Theatre in Berlin. What? Whose real job is to find the camouflage aerodrome near Bereson-Edmond. 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 Rosebush. The producer of these broadcasts is William Spear, with Ted Bliss, the director, Bernard Herman and Lucian Mahowick, conductor and composer, and John Dixon Carthy Arthur, collaborated on tonight's suspense. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.