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Well, I suppose it depends upon one's destination. Oh, yes. Would you like a book to read? I have a copy of Hangman's holiday here. I found it extremely diabetic. Thank you very much. I never read detective stories. They're so inadequate, don't you think, sir? Well, most of them are rather lacking in characterisation and human interest. But on a railway journey one really has to... Well, I wasn't speaking of the character so much. I meant the crimes. Bungle, you know? Oh, but I don't agree with that. All those penned-readful murderers are so incompetent they bore me. Oh, I say. I think you're quite wrong. The criminals in books are usually a good deal more imaginative and ingenious than murderers in real life. Then the murderers who are found out in real life, yeah? Well, even some of those did pretty well before they got pinched. Crippen, for instance. But don't you remember Dr. Crippen? Oh, yes, of course. You know, Crippen, he'd never been caught if he hadn't lost his head and run off to America. What? That's the point, you see. He did lose his head. Yes, he bungled the whole business. It could be so simple. Now, just for argument, if you were going to commit a murder, what weapon or means would you choose? Me? Well, oh, let's see. I've never really given it much thought to actually... I know. Yes, I should use a sandbag. Yes, it's worked very successfully in two stories I've read recently. A sandbag? Oh, yes. Pardon me, I didn't mean to be rude, but the clumsiness of it all, the elaboration, the lies, the paraphernalia, the adibons, absolutely unnecessary. Come, come, come. You can't expect committing a murder and getting away with it to be as simple as shelling peas. Oh, you think that too. Well, your mistake inside can be quite simple. Oh, well, if it's so easy, how would you set about committing a murder? I? Oh, well, that's different. I should never think twice about it, you see. I know how. You haven't tried, have you? Oh, my dear fellow, it isn't a case of trying. There's nothing tentative about my method. Well, what is this wonderful method? Oh, you don't expect me to tell you the method. I'd never think of murdering anybody. Oh, yes, you would, if you really believed me. We've all of us got a nice little murder locked up inside, just waiting for a chance to come out. Well, why are all these tremendous artificial barriers built up around murder but the church and by the law? Just because it's anybody's crime, that's why it's as natural as breathing. That's ridiculous. That's what most people would say, but I wouldn't trust them. Not with sulfate of phenol to be bought for tuppence at any chemist. S-Sulfate of what? You think I'm giving something away? Well, I'm not. It's a mixture of that and one or two other things. You see, all equally ordinary and cheap. Well, for nine pence, you could make up enough to poison the entire cabinet. Of course it wouldn't do to polish off so many at one time. It might look weird if they all died simultaneously in their baths. In there? Why in their baths? Well, that's the way it would take them. It's not the mixture alone that does the trick. You see, it needs hot water to make the stuff take effect. Just a hot bath, anytime from a few hours to a few days after administration. It's quite a simple chemical reaction. It couldn't possibly be detected by analysis. It would just look like heart failure. I've never heard of such a thing. You know, it's very odd how often one seems to read of people being found dead in the bath tub. Have you noticed? I know. No. Look here. If nobody is fit to be trusted with this potent formula... I'm not to be trusted either. Exactly. Well, that's true, but it's past praying for now. I know the thing, and I can't unknow it. Unfortunately, perhaps, but there it is. Huh, are we flowing down? Yes, this is Rugby. Rugby already, dear me. I must get out here. 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Yes, please. Anything in the post, Charles? Only a note from your tailor, sir. He'd be pleased to have you come in for a pitting at one, on Tuesday next. Oh, very well. Charles, what's the back stairs gossip in the neighborhood, Charles? Oh, nothing much, sir. Mr. Skimmings, the old gentleman in number 11, had a falling out with his navel and has drawn up a new will, they say. Oh, really? He's left everything to his housekeeper, Mrs. Digby. Well, well, well, she's been with him for nearly 20 years. That reminds me, Charles, I should draw up my will, you know, one of these days. And Charles, I shan't forget you. You've been more than loyal to me, Charles. Oh, well, thank you, sir. Charles? Yes, sir? Charles, has it ever occurred to you that an unusually large number of people die in bath tubs? In bath tubs, sir? Yes, yes. You know, they seem to have a heart attack while in their bath and they never come out of it. It's a common occurrence, I dare say, sir. There was one in the paper like that this morning. There was? Yes, sir. Right on the front page it was. That's how I happened to notice. Here, it's this account, sir. Oh, a wealthy manufacturer dies in bath. Mr. Brittleseed was, sir, of the Brittleseed's engineering works at Rugby. Rugby? Did you know him, sir? No, no, I didn't know him. I believe the paper says his wife found the poor man. Heart failure. That's a very peculiar coincidence. What, sir? I was just thinking, Charles. I met a man on the train down from Conlyle last night. He got off at Rugby. He said he had a bit of business there. I wonder what his business was. Oh, Charles. Charles. Charles. Charles is someone at the door. Oh, do you know what I mean? The bell must be out of order. Charles. Where is that other slipper? Damn you. Charles. All right, all right. Just a moment, just a moment. I'm coming, I'm coming. Mrs. Digby. Oh, I didn't mean to rouse you, sir. Oh, but Mr. Skimmings never kept the phone in the house, sir. And, oh, sir, perhaps you could tell me who to call. Step inside, Mrs. Digby. What precisely seems to be the trouble? Well, I thought he was a long time in the bath, sir. But I never dreamed. Oh, dear me, has Mr. Skimmings been taken in? Is that what the matter? Worse than ill, sir. All blue he is. Dear me. If only I'd looked in sooner, sir. But you know a gentleman in his bath, how it is, sir. Oh, yes, of course. I must say I've always been afraid something of this sort might happen. The old gentleman would take his bath, so very odd. Probably had a slight stroke, Mrs. Digby. I daresay the doctor will be able to bring him round. Not likely, sir. From the look of him, he's been dead. But sometimes, sir. Stand back, stand back. Relatives don't be made until the coroner's completely jammed each other's body. Hello. Would you have a look at this card, please, officer? Who did you want to see in there, sir? Mrs. Digby. You'll find her in the library. Give him testimony, most likely. No, yes, they've discovered the will, I imagine. I don't know nothing about that, sir. Well, I'll just run in and have a look around. Yes, sir. Officer! Yes, sir. Who was that man who just went in to Mr. Skimming's house? Check me. Why did you let him in? He persuaded me like. Do you realize, officer, what you may have done? Of course, officer, I have no right to say it. But that man may have gone in there to destroy evidence. What evidence? Oh, I get it. You're one of them there sensations seekers. Barking at the wrong team, my lord. There ain't no murder case here. The old bloke died of art failure. Yes, I know. While taking a hot bath. Really, there happens every day. Five or six cases right around this neighborhood in the past month or so. I've been keeping track of them, officer. Did you know that in every single one of these cases, the persons who died left quite a lot of money? I wouldn't be surprised, sir. He's a wealthy neighbor. All right, then that's my number, Mrs. Digby. Give me a poem of any unusual development, sir. I will, that, sir. There he is, officer. There he is. That's the man all right. What man's dead, sir? Well, hello, we meet again. Yes. I rather imagined we would. Did you know the old gentleman, Mr. Skimming's? Only to speak to on the street. Or then you'll live near here, eh? Oh, yes. The house down. I'm just going back. Mind if I walk along? Oh, no, no, of course not. Hard on meeting again like this, isn't it? Most peculiar. Do you live in these parts, too? Oh, no. I was only here on the little matter of business. Yes. Last time we met, you had a business at rugby. So I had. Well, my business takes me all over the country. I never know where I may be wanted next. It was, uh, it was while you were at rugby that, uh, silly old Brittle say it was found, uh, dead in his bath, wasn't it? Boy, yes. It was a funny thing going through this. He left all his money to his wife, I believe. She's a rich woman now. Good-looking girl, a lot younger than he was. This is my gate. Oh, already? Uh, will you, uh, will you come in and have a drink? Oh, yes, thanks. I should like to very much. I trust your wife won't object to this intrusion. I have no wife. Oh, bachelor's quarters, huh? Yes. I do myself quite well under the circumstances. Oh, you're right. This is capital. Would you give me your hat? Oh, thank you. I think my man has gone off to bed, but I dare say we can manage him. This way, please. Oh, that file looks good. Would you take so long? Yes, please. It is, uh, remarkable, uh, how many people have been found dead in their baths lately, isn't it? You think it's remarkable, huh? Well, I suppose, uh, perhaps it is. I suppose I've been taking more notice on account of that conversation we had on the train. You know, it is a curious thing how, when once your attention is attracted to any particular set of circumstances, that that set of circumstances seems to haunt you. True. Let us say, for instance, that you get appendicitis. Now, immediately the newspapers are filled with paragraphs about people who have died of or recovered from appendicitis. True. You see, it mentioned in all the magazines, you'll discover that many of your friends in acquaintances have had appendicitis. The thing seems rather to pursue you. Yes, yes, that's exactly how it is. And all these baths have deaths. The sequence of events is the same in each case. The hot bath, the discovery of the body, the inquest, and the medical opinion, always the same, death due to heart failure, following immersion in hot water. Yes. It just makes me wonder, you know how one does foolishly, whether anybody else had happened to hit on that drug you mentioned. Wh-wh-wh-what was the name of it? Oh, I shouldn't think so. I fancy I'm the only person who knows about that. You a chemist? Oh, I'm a bit of everything, sort of a general utility man. I do a good bit of studying on my own too. You see, well, I see you have some very interesting books. Yes, I collect modern first editions. May I see that green volume there? Of course, certainly. I'll set it down. It's a Henry James. It's quite a bargain, really. Here we are. Charming book. Yes, yes, indeed. Well, it's a very interesting hobby. Yes. E-pender. Is that your name, Pender? Yes, it's Everett, Pender. You have the advantage of me now, sir. Oh, I'm one of the great Smith Clams. Yes. And work for my bread. Here's your drink. You're retired, I suppose. Yes, thank you. Yes, only recently. I was in a bank until I came into this bit of money. Well, you're one of the lucky ones, not married, comfortably fixed. I dare say you won't be needing an insulphate of panic. No. I didn't fight any useful drugs in the near future. No. I shan't be coming to you for assistance yet a while. Besides, how should I find you if I wanted you? Oh, you wouldn't need to find me. I should find you. Never any difficulty about that. Well, I'd best be getting off. No, no, don't get off. I'll find my head. Thank you for your hospitality. I don't expect we should meet again. But we may, of course. Things work out so quilly sometimes, don't they? Yes. Don't they? Good night, Mr. Smith. Good night. I beg pardon, sir. Oh, hello, Charles. I thought you'd gone to bed. I heard voices and thought you might be wanting something. Oh, it was just an acquaintance, Charles. Stopped in for a drink. He's gone. Shall I take the glasses? Yes, thank you, Charles. You wish to finish yours, sir? Mr. Pender. What? Your drink, sir. You wish to finish yours. Oh, yes, of course. I thought I had. There you are. I'll draw your bath when you're ready for it, sir. Oh, there's no hurry. Tell me, Charles, did you ever notice a tall, dark chap with very thick spectacles and curly hair calling on Mrs. Digby? Why, yes, sir. Come to think of it, I have, sir. But then he always seems to be about whenever there's a death in the neighborhood. Lately, that is. Did you ever talk with him, Charles? Why, if I not to mention it, sir. Oh, you did talk to him, Charles. Why are you so upset, Charles? Well, sir, it was about Mr. Skimmings changing his will in favor of Mrs. Digby. And the grey-haired gentleman, a smith, I believe his name is, asked whether you hadn't changed your will lately. Did you tell him I'd left everything to you? Well, not in so many words. But you gave it away. Ah. Gordon Haven, what is it, sir? That drink. He poured it while I was getting a book down from the case. What is it, sir? Charles, Charles, under no circumstances am I to have a hot bath for at least two weeks. Do you understand, Charles? No hot baths. Very well, sir. Oh, Charles. In the paper. Has he... has anyone else died in his bath? Why, as it happens, oh, yes, sir. Here it is, sir. The inquest will be held tomorrow at three. The inquest? Yes, the inquest, Charles. I know what my duty is. I shall be at the inquest tomorrow. Hello, Charles. I was not expecting you home for a bit, sir. You didn't stay long at the inquest. I wasn't interested in the inquest, Charles. I went to the inquest only to see if a certain man would be there, and he was there, Charles. He was there, as I expected. Yes, sir. The afternoon papers come. There is still another of those bath deaths. Another? Oh. Yes. Yes. They will go on and on unless somebody stops them. Charles, where was this one? In Launston Place, sir. A young woman this time. It's the most... No, no, no, no, Charles, no. I'm going out again, Charles. I have some business to attend to. Over in Launston Place, as a matter of fact. Goodbye, Charles. You have one of those old-fashioned sandbags. Sandbags, sir? The kind one uses to keep drafts from coming in under a door. Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, I think we may have one left. Much demand for these nowadays. No, I suppose not. Careful if you use it on a stair landing, sir. One of these fell and hit a woman on the head, in case I know, knocked her out cold. You don't say. Very. But I'll be very careful. Yes. Very careful. Good light there. Right, sir. Well, thank you. Would you like a cigar to smoke later on? Thank you, sir. By the way, sir, there's a bloke following here. I don't know whether he knows. Yes, I know. Just let him alone, Bobby. I'm going to have some sport with him. All right, Charles, sir. Good night. Good night. I've known it ever since I left Launston Place. You should have told that Bobby to arrest me. Why should I? Because I'm going to kill you. Why ever do you want to do a thing like that? To put an end to one of the most fiendish careers and the annals of crime. You've committed your last murder, Mr. Smith. My name's not Smith at all. I'm William Barclay. I didn't imagine it really well, Smith. Do you actually believe that I'm responsible for all these bars of death? Do you deny that you are? Why should I? You told me yourself you're the only man who knows the formula for the poison. Self aid of Thanatoll? Well, yes, indeed. You have me there, Pender. And you stood to profit by everyone else. Didn't you, Mr. Buckley? You have me there, too? Look here, Pender. You're a great reader of crime stories. Haven't you ever wished someone would commit the perfect crime and get away with it just once? Yes, I have. God help me, but I don't any more. I saw old skimmings dead in his baths. Blue and horrible. The man who committed that outrage must die. You, Buckley. You must die. Pender, you're mad. You don't know what you're doing. Pender, you don't know what you're doing. If you please, Miss... You warden off at Coal Day. You don't look at all well, if I may say so, sir. Or to be home in bed, you ask. It's fine for the phone-givens. Right away, sir. What's up, Tom? You promised not to beat me to the phone in Ontario. If it's interesting like murder, my paper wouldn't print it anyway. What is it? Bill Buckley of all people. No. Gone to an inquest. Some woman died in a bath. There? Buckley must have been on his way to interview the husband of his laboratory. It was a rough district close to the river. Somebody crept upon him and gave him such a blow it broke his neck. Don't say it. We say it must have been a sandbag. Well, who did it to them? No. The vaguest notion got cleaned away in the fog. Oh, that's too bad. Bill Buckley was a great crime reporter. And he was a decent sort, too. I worked with him for a time. Great sport. No end of a leg for it. I know. Did you ever hear about that sulfate of Thanatol stunty used to work? No. What was that? Look at you, sober as a judge, you wouldn't. And then tell you about this sulfate of Thanatol. Sulfate? Which mixed with a few other things. He said it would cause death if you swallowed it and then took a hard bite. Nobody believed him, did they? Oh, yes. Used to work off that wheeze on all the boobs and right away carriages. Oh, no. See how they take it really? Would you believe it? One chap actually. You killed him. Oh, Mr. Pender! What's happening? Hello? Why, that bloke has fainted. Much better, sir. He caught a bit of a chill out in the fog, I think. I put him to soak in a hot bath. I ought to do the trick. Well, if there's nothing more we can do. Mr. Pender wants me to thank you for bringing him home, gentlemen. Oh, nothing, will. My gentlemen, is your bath hot enough, sir? Mr. Pender. Mr. Pender! I found out the name of that drug, Charles. Sulfate of... It was sulfate of... Sulfate of Thanatol. Oh, sir! It was the man who knew how, starring Charles Lawton, appearing with Mr. Lawton as Hans Conrad as Buckley, in tonight's tale of... Suspense! 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