 Suspense! Tonight, Eve, starring Nancy Kelly. May I have a second food? Thank you. You've got five minutes. Hello, Angel. Oh, Frank. Yeah, there, Angel, take it easy. We don't have much time. Oh, but to have to talk to you like this through an iron screen, not even to be able to touch you. That's the way it is, Angel, when a guy's been... Frank? Frank, I know you didn't do it. I know you didn't. Of course I didn't, Angel, just one of those things, circumstantial evidence. Oh, but there must be something. I was pretty optimistic during the trial because I knew I didn't do it, I guess, but now that I look back on it, they had enough coincidence pieced together to convict a dozen innocent men. Frank? Oh, Frank, how can you be so calm? How can you... There's one thing I want you to know. I want to be sure you didn't believe any of that gossip about my running around with her. Oh, of course I didn't. She was a star. I was a producer. I needed her for my next picture. Lorna Moore was a big name in pictures, but you knew I'd been seeing her. I even told you how I'd quarrel with her. Oh, Frank, Frank, I know. Frank, how much more time is there? Two or three more minutes. No, no, no, I mean... Oh. November the 16th. Six weeks. Yeah. Frank, I'm going to do something. What can you do, Angel? Don't you realize there's a murderer running around loose? Some man who's free and having fun and going out with girls. I'm going to find him. How could you find him? The police tried for weeks. They didn't try. All they wanted was to convict you. Uh-uh. But it is nice to hear you say it, Angel, because... What? Because it makes me know you really did love me. Oh, Frank... You see, there are things you can face when you're like this you didn't dare talk about or even think about before. I always loved you, Eve, but you were so much younger and full of ambition. Oh, Frank, don't. I'm sorry, Angel. I wish I could have done things for you. There won't be much left for you now. You know how it is in this business. You spend it as fast as you make... Frank, stop! Please, please, stop! No, I'm a healer. Forgive me, Angel. But it's wonderful to know how you do feel. Frank? Frank, I'm not going to let this thing happen. There must be something. There must be some clue somewhere. Well, don't you think the police... Something the police didn't know. Something you saw when you were up there and didn't tell them. I couldn't have very well told them anything about that when my whole defense was that I hadn't been up there, but there wasn't anything nothing important. But there must have been something. Whoever was there before you, whoever did it must have left some trace. Well, there was her address book. Hurt, hurt. Yeah, I stuck it in my pocket because, well, it was open at the letter J and my name was in it. It was a silly thing to do, but it's in the little secret drawer in my desk. Frank, why didn't you tell somebody sooner? What was the use? I told them I'd been up there. Oh, yes. There was another little thing. I hadn't thought... Frank? A smell. What? What kind of... Cigar smoke. Time's up, Miss Jeremy. Frank, all right? All right every day. All right, Miss Jeremy. Goodbye. So long, Angel. October 5th. Frank, darling, I found the little address book where you said it was. It's not much to go on. There are hundreds of names. But under the J's, there are only three others besides yours. I'm going after them one at a time. Tomorrow I'm going down to see Lieutenant Trout of the Homicide Bureau. He always seemed to me one of the few who tried to be fair. And I might need help. Oh, darling, I know it isn't much, but you must keep on hoping. Something will happen if only because I love you so desperately. What's your angle, Mrs. Jeremy? My angle? Yeah. Why are you doing all this? But he's my husband. I love him. Oh, look, Mrs. Jeremy, the cops around this town aren't exactly dummies, you know. You know what you were like before. You married them. All right, Dick Tracy. The person can change, can't they? Sure they can. A cop just hates to have anyone think they can make a sucker out of him. Well, you can skip the apologies if that's what they're supposed to be. Sure. Now, what do you want me to do? Well, what kind of evidence would I have to have? How specific would it have... What, to upset a first-degree murder app? Well, something in writing. That's not so easy. Have you got a suspect in mind, some particular person? No, not yet. But you might have. Well, there's one other thing. It's an old, old trick, but it's still good. What's that? Do you ever see one of these things? No, I don't think so. You're talking to this little gadget here. Well, what'll I say? Oh, anything, just talk. Lieutenant Trout is one of the most chivalrous gentlemen I've ever met. You're quite a realist, aren't you? Here, now listen. Lieutenant Trout is one of the most chivalrous gentlemen I've ever met. See? A... a dictaphone. Yeah. I think it might come in handy. Well, it... it might. October 7th. Darling, Trout has installed a dictaphone in my new apartment. It's only a room, really. And, of course, I've changed my name to Evelyn Jarvis and my appearance. I don't think that even you, my darling, would recognize me now. The phone numbers are a dead end so far. The first was a dressmaker and the next a man who's definitely been in the South Pacific for over a year. But there's one more. A Jerry Jordan. I'm gonna call him this afternoon. Oh, my darling, I miss you. I miss you so... Is this Mr. Jerry Jordan? Yes. Well, I've finally found you. Can you guess who this is? Well, I'm afraid I'm not very good at that. Oh, all right. I suppose I'll have to tell you. This is Evelyn Jarvis. Oh. Well, don't you know who I am? No, I'm sorry. I don't, Miss Jarvis. Well, this is embarrassing. Didn't you get the letter? No, what letter? Oh, my goodness. Well, you see, a very good friend of yours who's also a very good friend of mine wrote you a letter about me, or at least he said he would. I see. And I'll give you one other clue. I'm, uh, I'm from out of town. Now can you guess? You wouldn't be from San Francisco, would you? Well... Ha ha ha! Ed Thornton, eh? You always did have a terrible memory for anything but phone numbers. Well, I, I didn't mean to bother you, but Ed said to be sure and look you up. Well, uh, where are you staying? Oh, I managed to find a little place. Well, lucky you. Uh, have you got any plans for dinner? Why, uh, well, I hadn't really thought... Say it better still. Have you got any plans for right now? Well, really, Mr. George? No, no, seriously. By the time we've had a drink and gotten acquainted, you'll be ready for dinner anyway. Oh, no, no. Well, now you wouldn't want Ed Thornton to know you were acting that way, would you? You just jump in a taxi and tell him to take you to the Brown Derby on Vine Street. I'll be waiting right there. Uh, well... And, uh, knowing Ed the way I do, I'm dying to meet you. Ha ha! Well, as a matter of fact, from what I know, I'm sort of anxious to meet you. Just a quick PS. I'm going to meet him now at the Brown Derby. I've met Jerry Jordan, and I have a hunch he's it. I don't know why. I'll remember what you said about cigar smoke, and yet, although I've got a hunch it... it makes me feel a little shaky to be going there. He's... well, he's got such a nice voice to be a murderer. Ha ha! So that's what he says about me, eh? As a fine pal. I'll say one thing for it. He may be an awful liar, but he sure has swell taste. Oh, which proves he's no liar. But tell me, Jerry, is this THE Brown Derby? I mean the one you hear about. Ah, this is it. Well, are there any people, you know, famous people here now? Well, it's a little early, but... Well, you know, I've always thought it was awfully silly, really, to be impressed by movie stars. Still, Hollywood must be sort of an exciting town to live in. I mean, from some of the things I hear that go on. That's mostly newspaper talk. Hollywood's just like any other town. They have their regular quota of divorces and fistfights. Oh, and... and murders. Oh, you mean that Lorna Moore business? Well, I... I read something about it. Yes, that... that was a genuine tragedy, all right. I don't... I don't suppose you knew her. Well, as a matter of fact, Lorna was one of the few celebrities I did know. Oh, really? What was she like? Well, Lorna was a long ways from being the sweet little thing she seemed to be on the screen. Oh, but murder was... Yes, I suppose nothing really excuses that. Well, anyway, they... they got the man who did it. Frank Jeremy? Yes, I guess they did. You mean you don't think that... All the case looked good enough. You can't always tell about those things, though. Any number of people might have done it. I'm afraid that Lorna's life was kind of a mess. Well, Jerry, were you... Mixed up with Lorna? No, no. Oh, but didn't the police... I mean, I should think with a woman like that, all of her friends. They mapped Jeremy so quick they didn't even question anyone else. Anyway, I was out of town when it happened. Oh. Jerry, may I have a cigarette? I'm sorry. I don't use them. I'll get you some, however. I only smoke cigars. What... what did you... what did you say? I said, I only smoke cigars. Darling, don't you see? His name in her book, and he admits he knew her in the cigars. I'm positive. Now, if I can win his confidence, get him up to my apartment near that dictaphone. Oh, I know I can do it. We've still got four weeks, darling, and I'll have to be awfully careful. He's clever, and he's intelligent. Imagine a man who can carry a thing like that in his conscience and still be so terribly nice and courteous and thoughtful. But I'm going to win for you. Hello, Jerry. Hello. You've been waiting long? Not very. Jerry, is something the matter? I don't know, darling. Look, why do we always have to meet here? Why can't I pick you up at your place? I don't even know where it is. Sometimes it's almost as though you were... well, keeping some sort of a secret from me. Isn't it a woman's privilege to have secrets? Don't talk like that, darling. Oh, Jerry, Jerry, you must know by now I couldn't have any secrets from you. Oh, I'm a fine one to talk, I guess. The fact is, I've been holding out on you, darling. I don't live in that hotel. I live in a place out in Beverly Hills with about 30 rooms and a swimming pool of block long. I've got more money than I know what to do with. Oh? Oh, darling, I... I feel like a dog about it now, but I... I didn't want you to know at first. Oh, and till you were sure I didn't care about money. Is that it? Yes, dear. Try to forgive me, will you? Oh, my poor darling. Will you? Of course I will, I do. And, and Jerry? Yes. About those secrets of mine. Suppose there were some things I couldn't tell you yet. Would that matter? Not if I was sure you would tell me someday. Jerry, I promise you that someday I will tell you. Frank, darling, I know the delay must be torture to you, but you must understand how careful I've got to be. I've got to have the positive living truth on that dictophone. I haven't been able to get him up here yet, but we've still got 10 days, and I have a feeling it's going to be soon. Very soon. So don't worry, darling. Darling, I had to. It's been almost a week and I... Well, how did you find this place? What do you think I didn't tell you where it was if I didn't have reason? Let me in, please. I've got to talk to you. All right. Ed Thornton arrived in town last night. He came to see me. Oh? He's never heard of you. He doesn't know anybody by the name of Evelyn Jarvis, or anyone that even looks like you. Is that what you came up here to tell me? Darling, darling, I don't care what it is. Only please, please. Jerry. Jerry. Jerry. Jerry, my darling. I want you to go away with me tonight. I want you to marry me. You... you what? I want you to marry me. But first... Oh, my darling, I've waited so long. There's something. Something I've got to tell you. No, Jerry. No, Jerry, don't. I've got to. And then you can tell me whatever it is, and we can stop even if you still want to. Jerry, do we ever have to tell anything? Does that matter now? I've got to, Edlin. I can't keep it any longer, not the way I feel about you. Jerry. I've... I've killed someone. I'm a murderer. Who? Laura Moore. And another man is going to die for it. Jerry. Oh, no, my Jerry. Listen to me. It doesn't matter. I don't care what you've done. Jerry, I love you. Do you know that? I love you. Can you still...? I've loved you from the beginning. It didn't matter then, and it doesn't matter now. Darling, how do you mean it didn't matter then? Did you...? Yes, I knew. Do you know who I am? Who? I'm Eve Jeremy, the wife of the man who's going to die for it. His wife? Yes. Now you know. And you're willing to let him die? No, he deserves to die for the things he's done. He'd have probably killed her anyway if you hadn't. I knew he was seeing her. He was a beast, Jerry. I knew from the beginning it was a mistake. He beat me. He beat me and he tortured me. I can't even tell you some of the things he... When...? When's it happened? The 16th. Tomorrow night. Tomorrow night. Does that matter to you? I'd let 50 men die to get you, darling. That's why I haven't seen you. That's why I haven't seen you. I was waiting until... You could be in Argentina tomorrow night. I'll pass. I can get plane tickets tonight from a friend. I don't have to change, do I? Oh, you look lovely. I'll get in a bag. Nobody will know about this place anyway. Make it quick, though. And it's a perfectly logical time for me to go away for a while. Hurry, baby, hurry. I'm already now. How do I look? Oh, you look beautiful, darling. Wait. What? I ought to write a note to him. Your husband? Yes. Just to keep us both in the clear. He won't get it until just before... What are you going to say? What? You can read it if you want to. No, no. Here. I'll mail it for you. No, I'll just stick it in my handbag. I'll mail it at the airport. Are you ready? Yes. Come on, Jerry. Hello. You taking a little trip? Wouldn't you if you were me? Sure. I know how you feel. You in a hurry? Sort of. My friend here was going to run me down to the airport. Lieutenant Trout, Mr. Jordan. Well, I won't keep you but a minute, and then I'll give you a fast trip down there in a squad car. Want to step inside a minute? All right. Friend here, know what you've been doing? In a way. Any luck with our little gadget? What little gadget? Oh, a dictaphone. Lieutenant Trout thought... You thought, Mrs. Jeremy. All right. I thought. Mind if I turn it on? No. Go ahead. There's nothing... Kill someone. I'm a murderer. Let's go ahead and die for it. I guess that's about all we need to know, isn't it? I guess it is. Well, I told you I'd get him, didn't I? Yeah. Everland. You can wrap him up and take him away, Lieutenant. Don't forget to send me back my husband the first thing in the morning. Come on, Jordan. Eve. So long, sucker. They sure gave you the right name, baby. Yeah? Only you wouldn't have needed the apple or the snake. It doesn't seem possible. Back here in our own home, out here in our own terrace again, everything just the way it was. Yeah. Do you remember when we first took the place, how happy we were and how the agent took us out on this terrace and asked us if it would be too high up if we were afraid of high places? Mm-hmm. Frank, is something bothering you? Well, Eve... Oh, tell me, darling. Oh, I know you've been through so much. When I think that today you might have... Now, look, Angel, I haven't had a kick coming you. You saved my life. Oh, darling. And I know what the answer is anyway, but I'd only pray on my mind if I didn't talk to you about it. And there shouldn't be anything like that between us ever, should there? Well, of course not, darling. What is it? I... I have a record here. What record? That the police took off your dictaphone. Oh, well, Frank, I... I want to play it back for you, Angel. I'll put it on the phonograph here on the terrace. Oh, but, but, Frank, please, dear, I... All right, Angel, I know. Oh, my Jared, it doesn't matter. I don't care what you've done. Jerry, I love you. Do you know that? I love you. I loved you from the beginning. It didn't matter then, and it doesn't matter now. Darling, matter then. Did you... Yes, I knew. You know who I am? I'm Eve, Jerry. The wife of the man who's going to die for it. Yes. Now you know. And you are... Is that all? That was the end of the record. That was all that was recorded. It's all right, Angel. It's all right. I know. You see, I had to play it that way. Don't you see, I had to make him think you were... Sure, I know, Angel. I just wanted to hear you say it, I guess. Please, Angel, I understand. Do... Do you really? Well, of course I do. I'm a heel, Angel. Oh, darling. Listen, it's all over now. I'll tell you... Let's celebrate. All right, let's... I'll go down and get us some wine and champagne or something. Oh, that'd be wonderful. I'll go now, only... What, darling? Well, just getting out of the clink, I don't have any money. Do you? Oh, of course, darling. Right there in my handbag. Where? Oh. Oh, sure. Sure, you've got plenty. Say, here's a letter. A letter? Yeah, and it's addressed to me. A letter? A letter? Oh, Frank. Well, you must have forgotten to... Frank. No, Frank. No, Frank, no. No, Frank, I didn't... I can explain just how, Frank, please... Angel! Proud. Proud to see Frank Jeremy. The terrible things just happened. What? My wife, suicide. Nerves, I guess. She jumped off the terrace before I could stop her. It's 14 stories. It was suicide, was it? She gave me a note in her own handwriting just before... Oh, the note says so. It does, all right. Here, I'll read it to you. It says, Frank, my darling, I've been wrong all the time. I've failed you utterly. Now I can't even bear the thought of facing you. When you read this, I will be gone. This is farewell forever. Signed Eve. So closes Eve, starring Nancy Kelly. Tonight's study in... Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by William Spear. And now, further to intrigue you, we of suspense present a special preview of our next exciting tale. And here it is, a tantalizing glimpse of our next adventure in suspense. Warden Graves. Yes, Miss Rhodes, sit down, won't you? Thank you. I hate to disturb you like this, but I've traveled clear across the country. They wouldn't give me the information over the phone. Do you know what this visit is all about, Warden? To some extent, yes. You think one of our prisoners, Tom Nixon, has escaped? He has escaped. I'm as sure of it as I'm sure it's sitting here now. I saw him at large in New York City two days ago. You knew Tom Nixon well, Miss Rhodes? Knew him. He was my mother's murderer. My mother was Mrs. George Rhodes of Huntington, Long Island. She ran a boarding house there. He killed her on September 18, 1934. We have all the records of the crime, Miss Rhodes. Tom was mother's chief boarder for 10 years. I know him. Why, I sat opposite him at dinner table from the time I was a girl of 15. I knew him as well as I knew mother. I'd know him anywhere. I see. And now he's at large, he's free. Somehow or other, he's escaped this place. Maybe you're not aware of it. Maybe even his fellow prisoner's unaware of it. But he's wormed his way out. And he's after me. He's after me. Oh, now, my dear young lady. Warden Graves, 10 years ago, my mother was found murdered. I knew it couldn't have been anyone but Tom. I testified against him. I was the chief practically the only witness at the trial. And when they sentenced him here for life, he swore to kill me. He swore in the open court to get even with me. For 10 years I've lived in deadly fear. I've watched the newspapers for prison breaks. I've moved from house to house. Made few friends. He's hung over me like a shadow. Even though I told myself he was locked up here, locked up here forever. And now it's come. And where exactly did you see the prisoner, Miss Rhodes? That's just the point. That's why I know he's after me. I saw him in my own apartment house. Wow. He has a job there, running the elevator at night. That's what makes it so horrible. I've never married Warden Graves. I live all alone in a small three-room penthouse on the 18th floor of an office building. The other night, about a week ago, I came home alone from the movies after midnight. The big marble lobby of my building was deserted, except in a far corner near the elevator with his back toward me. There was a man down on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. Good evening. Good evening. Where is everybody? Isn't the elevator working tonight? You want to go up in the elevator, Mum? Certainly. I'll be right with you. Okay, Mum. What floor? I was in the elevator. He had started to ascend before I really saw him. It was Tom. His hair had turned white and there was a horrible stoop to his shoulders. Everything about him, the crook of his head, his high, thin, bony nose, the hollow cheekbones were all the same. And then he turned and stared at me. I could see those deadly pale, cold eyes, those heavy eyebrows, still black, that familiar, quiet, sarcastic mouth. What floor, Mum? My floor. Yes, the penthouse, please. Penthouse? Where is that, on the roof? Yes, on the roof, please. 18th floor. Okay. Warden Graves. It was like being in a cage with a wild beast. He kept watching, peering at me furtively as the elevator moved, agonizing, slowness up and up past the floors. I shrunk back, averting my face. The light in the car was dim. My only hope was that it did not recognize me. Here's your floor, Miss. Thank you. Good night. Good night. Good night. You can go back down. I don't need anything, thank you. What's the matter? Forgotten your door key? No, no, it's just, it's right in my bag. I'll find it in a minute. You want me to let you in? That means no, no, good Lord. I got past keys to all the doors. No trouble. Oh, thanks, but I... No, no, no, I have it right here. Good night. And so until our next performance, when you will hear the rest of this exciting tale, we keep you in... Suspense. The Armed Forces Radio Service.