 It's time now for Mr. Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons. Ladies and gentlemen, Aniston and Collin Oates present Mr. Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons. One of the most famous characters of American fiction and one of Radio's most thrilling dramas. Tonight and every Thursday at the same time, the famous old investigator takes from his file and brings to us one of his most celebrated missing persons cases. Tonight's case is entitled The Case of the Melody of Murder. If you suffer from the pains of a headache, neuritis or neuralgia, try Aniston. You'll be amazed at what it does. Many people who have taken it will tell you I'm quite sure that its effectiveness and incredibly fast action are simply astounding. Aniston is like a doctor's prescription. That is, it contains not just one but a combination of medically proven active ingredients. Many people listening to me now, have at some time or other, had an envelope containing Aniston tablets given them, either by their dentist or physician. These people know it gives incredibly fast relief. So if you want really fast relief from headache, neuritis or neuralgia pain, try Aniston. For most effective relief, use only as directed. It is spelled A-N-A-C-I-N and you can get it at any drug counter. Now for Mr. Keen and The Case of the Melody of Murder. Our scene opens in a midtown apartment which is occupied at the moment by two people. One of them, a very attractive young girl, is standing at the piano, listening to her companion who's playing for her. But as she watches the expert fingers slide lightly over the keys, she doesn't realize that those same fingers will very shortly become an instrument of horror. The lovely piece you're playing, one of my favorites. I was thinking of including it in my debut recital next week. Is why did you change? I wanted to hear you play the rest of it. What's the matter you? Oh no, no don't look at me that way please. I'll take your hands off my throat. It's 9.30, Mr. Clancy and Mr. Keen isn't here yet. Mr. Keen should be in his office any minute now, young fella. Take it easy. You say you're his partner, Mr. Clancy? That's right. Then maybe you can help me. I can't wait any longer. Oh, here's Mr. Keen now. Good morning, Mike. Sorry I'm late. Morning, boss. Good thing you weren't any later. This young fella's been jumping out of his skin waiting for you. You want to see me, young man? Yes, Mr. Keen. My name is Harper, Alan Harper. I've come here to ask you to help me find a murder. Well, sit down, Alan, and try to relax. Relax? How can I relax when my own sister was killed, strangled to death by a maniac? When did this happen? Three days ago. Well, it must have been when we were on that case in Chicago, Mr. Keen. Oh yes, Mike, that's why we didn't read about it. Yes, yes, it happened in my sister's apartment, Mr. Keen, here in New York. Imaging had just returned from Europe. I hadn't even seen her yet. When the police got in touch with me and said they'd found her body. There were no clues, no trace of the murderer? No, sir. Her body was found lying in front of the piano. That's all. Mr. Keen, ever since the death of our parents, Imaging and I have been as close as two people could be. We forgot our animosity in the past and... Animosity? You mean you and your sister just liked each other at one time? Well, it was childhood jealousy on my part. That was all. Imaging had always been talented and favored, I guess, by our parents. She played the piano magnificently, and she'd been studying in Europe for the past eight months. I... I have no talent for music or anything else. Go on, Alan. Tell me the rest. That's all there is to tell. She returned to New York to make her debut as a concert pianist. And she was murdered. I want you to know, Mr. Keen, that in spite of the jealousy that I once felt towards my sister, I loved her more than anyone else in the world. If you'll help me find her murderer, sir, I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life. I intend to help you, Alan, but I need more information. Now, what about your sister's friends and acquaintances? Do you know of anyone who may have hated her enough to murder her? No, Mr. Keen. Imaging had very few friends. She devoted her life to her music. I have no idea of whom she met in Europe, except Lawrence Driscoll. And who is Lawrence Driscoll? He's a concert manager, discoverer of talent. He met Imaging in Paris and returned to New York to arrange for her debut. I see. Do you want me to give you Lawrence Driscoll's address, Mr. Keen? He has an office and studio on 57th Street. Yes, put it down in this piece of paper, Alan. Very well, sir. I'm sure that Mr. Driscoll can tell you about the people my sister knew while she was in Europe. You've talked to him, of course. I've talked to him about the murderers when we were both questioned about the murder. Oh, put down your own address under Mr. Driscoll's, Alan. All right, sir. I don't live anywhere near Imaging's apartment. My job doesn't pay very much, and I can't afford it. But your sister could, hm? Well, Imaging and I were both left some money by our folks. I'm afraid I spent mine a little foolishly while she invested hers wisely. I see. That's just about all I have to tell you, Mr. Keen. Just this. If you ever find the man who murdered Imaging, you'd better turn him into the police before I lay my hands on him. We'll let the law take care of the punishment, Alan. And you'll hear from me when I have some word. I'll be waiting, sir. Goodbye, Mr. Keen, Mr. Clancy. Goodbye, Alan. So long, young fella. Alan Hopper's a very emotional young man, Mike. I'll say he is. And as he was talking, boss, I began to think of how many times he was thinking the same thing, Mike, and how jealous he had been of his sister's musical talents. However, we better get started. I have a feeling we have a lot of ground to cover. Well, what's our first move, sir? We'll pair a visit to Mr. Lawrence Driscoll and see what he knows about the murdered girl in her recent contacts. Are you Mr. Driscoll? Yes. My name is Keen. This is my partner, my Clancy. Mr. Keen, the famous investigator. I imagine you can guess who has come to your studio. Sit down, gentlemen, please. You've come to question me about poor Imogene Harper, is that right? Yes, Mr. Driscoll. Well, I'm afraid I can only repeat what I told the police. It was a horrible crime, but I have no inkling of why or by whom it was committed. Perhaps I'd better shut the door to my studio. Professor Graff is in there at the piano. The professor was just as shocked as I was with the news of Imogene's murder, Mr. Keen. I have to give Imogene her final instructions before her debut with a concert pianist. He's a famous piano teacher, and he's played in concert himself throughout Europe. He's been working for me since my return from Europe. Mike, while I'm talking to Mr. Driscoll, would you go inside and ask Professor Graff to step in here, please? Sure thing, Mr. Keen. When did you meet Imogene Harper, Mr. Driscoll? About two or three months ago, Mr. Keen, in Ferris. Excuse me, Professor. Yes? Mr. Keen would like to see you in Mr. Driscoll's office. Mr. Keen? Well, I'm his partner, Mike Clancy. We're investigating the murder of Imogene Harper. No. I know nothing about it. Please, I've already seen the police. Well, there's nothing to get excited about, Professor. Mr. Keen, just a... Take your hand from my arm. I'm tired of being hungry. What do you think I am, a suspect in this murder? Nobody's accused you of being a suspect, Professor. I, uh... I have an appointment with the pupil, if you'll excuse me. Well, the appointment can wait, Mr. The murder case. I told you, I know nothing. Now, leave me alone. Hey there. What's going on, Mike? Well, Professor Graff walked out that other door there, Mr. Keen. He wouldn't come in and talk to you. The Professor's a very temperamental man, Mr. Clancy. Are you sure you didn't anger him? If you ask me, Mr. Driscoll, that fellow's trying to hide something from us. If he is, you can find out very easily. I can give you his home address. I'd appreciate that, Mr. Driscoll. I'll dial it down in my office. Say it's presorbous, Mr. Keen, that Professor acted like I was about to push him into the electric chair. Maybe that's exactly what he's afraid of, Mike. At any rate, we'll see very shortly. There's Professor Graff's apartment, Mr. Keen. His name's on the door. Ring the bell, Mike. It's possible he may still be out instructing one of his piano pupils. Yes? Is Professor Graff at home? Not yet. Was he expecting you? My name is Keen. This is Mr. Clancy. It's important for us to see him. He should be home any minute now. I'm his wife. Please come in. Thank you, Mrs. Graff. You... You say your business is important, Mr. Keen? Very. What are you doing, Mr. Clancy? I'm just admiring these pictures on the wall. I'm looking things over. Oh, yes. Those pictures were taken years ago when I was a star in Grand Opera. You were an opera singer, Mrs. Graff? Yes, Mr. Keen. I sang all over the world. London, Paris... Oh, I too wish Mr. Clancy wouldn't go through those things on the table. My husband doesn't like his music to be disturbed. Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm just a curious fellow, I guess. Yes, well, I think I'd better get back to the kitchen. Make yourselves at home. My husband will be here very shortly. We'll wait for him. Sure, in this studio, Professor Graff is a queer place, Mr. Keen. Look at all them peculiar looking masks on the walls. Never really. Graffs collect them as a hobby. Well, I'd like to have a look at the rest of the flat, just to see what it is. Luella, what are you doing here? Professor Graff? I'm Mr. Keen. I believe you've met my partner, my Clancy. Since you seem diverse to talking to me in Mr. Driscoll's office, I thought we'd come to your home instead. I know nothing about Imogen Harper. She was my pupil for only a few days. There's nothing I can do to help you find her murderer. John! Luella... You mean, Imogen Harper is dead? You didn't read about it in the newspapers, Mrs. Graff? Oh, well, I... I sell them, read the papers, shut up inside this studio all day long, but my husband John never told me that... Be quiet, Luella. What are you holding in your hands? Oh, just this jar of preserves. I couldn't open it. Well, here, let me have it, Mrs. Graff. I'll open the jar for you. Oh, thank you, Mr. Clancy. It's stuck all right. I can't seem to budge it. Let Professor Graff try, Mike. John senses this with a jar of preserves. Oh, please, I want all of you to leave. Now, I have to practice the piano, and I demand absolute quiet. Oh, give me that jar, Luella. There. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll get to my studio. I've already told the police everything I know about Imogen Harper's murder. Well, we'll be on our way, Mrs. Graff. Mr. Keene, I... I'm sorry, my husband was so short for you. He's a very nervous man. You've got to make allowances. I'll show you, Mrs. Graff, that I do. Good day. Good day, Mr. Keene. So long. Mike, that preserved jar was hard to open, wasn't it? Old faith, and I couldn't budge it, Mr. Keene. Yet you're a very strong man. A great deal stronger than Professor Graff, I should judge, except in the fingers. The fingers? A pianist often develops very strong fingers, Mike. If you remember, Imogen Harper was strangled to death. Oh, you're right, boss. Do you think that... Boss, that must be Professor Graff playing the piano. Yes, Mike. I think in searching for Imogen Harper's murderer, we're up against a dangerous maniac who would stop at nothing to protect himself. But who that maniac is still remains to be seen. 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Get Krypton tablets today. Now back to Mr. Keen and the case of the melody of murder. Mr. Keen, the great investigator and his partner, Mike Clancy, are investigating the murder of pretty imaging hopper, a young prodigy of the piano who was strangled to death in her apartment. Among the suspects Mr. Keen has under surveillance is Professor John Greff, who was instructing Imogen before her forthcoming piano recital. Now Mr. Keen and Mike have returned to their office where they find Alan Hopper, the victim's brother, awaiting them. Mr. Keen, Mr. Keen, I've been waiting here outside your office for you. Oh, we've been busy, Alan, working in your sister's murder. Would you please unlock the office door, Mike? Yes, sir. Come in, Alan. Have you discovered any clues yet, sir? I believe we're progressing. Judging by your nervousness, I'd say that you yourself just discovered something new. I have, Mr. Keen. After I left your office, I spoke to my sister's lawyer and found out Imogen had withdrawn all her money from the bank two days before she was murdered. Well, sure, and that looks like the beginning of a motor for murder. How much did she withdraw from the bank, Alan? $45,000 in cash and some security. $45,000, eh? There wasn't even enough left to pay Imogen's funeral expenses. The lawyer gave me this watch, the only possession of value my sister had left. Let me see that watch, Alan. Oh, here you are, sir. It was given to Imogen by our mother years ago. I believe it's worth $200 or $300. How did your attorney get possession of this watch? Oh, the police gave it to her, Mr. Keen. Imogen was wearing it when she was murdered. The glasses cracked, boss. Yes, Mike, and the watch seems to have stopped. May have been broken when the girl fell to the floor at the time of the murder. Hmm. Here you are, Alan. You found no other clues at all, Mr. Keen? It's too early yet to say. Well, then, I won't take up any more of your time, sir. I'll be at home in case you want to reach me. Oh. Oh, sorry. Excuse me. There's someone here to see you, Mr. Keen. Oh, come in, Mrs. Graff. You'll hear from me, Alan. Very well, sir. Goodbye. Mr. Keen, may I see you alone, please? In regard to what, Mrs. Graff? My husband, Professor Graff. Anything you want to say could be said in front of my partner, my Clancy. I know I shouldn't have come here, Mr. Keen, but my conscience wouldn't let me rest. If my husband is the Antwerp Strangler, I've got to know and prevent someone else from becoming a victim. The Antwerp Strangler? Saints' Preservice, what's that? Within the last six months, Mr. Clancy, two young women were murdered in Europe, in Antwerp, Belgium, both by strangulation, and the killer was never found. I remember those cases, Mrs. Graff. But, uh, what do they have to do with your husband? He...he spent seven months in Belgium, and he only returned to the United States a week ago. Just about the time Emma Jean Hopper returned. I...I wouldn't have become suspicious of my husband, Mr. Keen, if...or if it hadn't been for the way he acted when you came to the house. Then, Mr. Driscoll told me about the Antwerp Strangler. Lawrence Driscoll, the concert manager, told you about it? Yes, he read about it while he was in Europe. He came to our house soon after you left to talk to my husband. John behaved clearly again. It stormed out of the house. That's when Mr. Driscoll remembered about the Antwerp Strangler. Mrs. Graff, do you realize you may be placing your husband in a very suspicious light? Yes, I do, Mr. Keen. And it doesn't make you unhappy? I gave up my opera career for John. All our married life I've slayed for a minute. He hasn't appreciated it. He only thinks of himself and his piano playing. And I'm going to protect myself now. And if he's the man you're looking for, for Imogene Harper's murder, I... Excuse me. Hello? Mr. Keen. Yes? This is Lawrence Driscoll. I'm in Imogene Harper's apartment, 7 West Avenue. Can you come down here right away? What's happened, Mr. Driscoll? I think I can show you where to find Imogene Harper's murder... Mr. Driscoll! Stop it! Stop! Mr. Driscoll! 7 West Avenue, Mike, and hurry. A man's life may be at stake. This is it, boss. Well, the door is locked. Bring it down, Mike. Wait! I'll let you in. Mr. Keen. Are you all right, Mr. Driscoll? Yes. I had an error escape, but I was able to fight him off. Who? Professor Graff. He's tied up in the next room. Bring him in, Mike. Right, sir. Tell me exactly what happened, Mr. Driscoll. Well, I went over to see Professor Graff this afternoon. I wanted to find out why he'd behaved so clearly when you tried to talk to him. He started a shout at me and ran out. It was then that I thought of a killer known as the Antwerp Strangler. Yes, yes, I've heard about him. Well, then something else occurred to me, Mr. Keen. An appointment Professor Graff had with Imogene Harper on the day she was murdered. She'd phoned me around 6 that afternoon and said she was taking her last series of piano lessons from him. Go on, Mr. Driscoll. Well, a little while ago I came here to Imogene's apartment to check on it. I found the proof I was looking for. In her appointment book, she has a notation saying that she had a music lesson with Professor Graff at 6.30 that evening. The book is right here, Mr. Keen. In other words, that places Graff in the apartment around the time of the murder. That's my guess. As I was phoning you a few minutes ago, Professor Graff walked in and attacked me. I managed to get away from him and knocked him out. Then I tied him up and waited for you, Mr. Keen. Here he is, boss. Professor Graff, did you attempt to attack Mr. Driscoll a little while ago? He drove me to it and called me a murderer. When was this? When he came to my house before. Then you followed me here to Imogene Harper's apartment and tried to add me to your list of victims. I didn't kill her. Why can't people leave me alone? Why do they have to hound me all the time? According to this appointment book, Professor Graff, you were with Imogene Harper at the time of her death. I didn't keep that appointment. I swear I didn't. All right, Mike. Take Professor Graff away. He can tell his story to the police. No. No, please believe me. I didn't kill her. I'm innocent. You'll have your chance to prove that to a judge and jury. Well, I'm glad that's over, Mr. Keen. Are you, Mr. Driscoll? You have no idea what a blow it was to me when Imogene was murdered. She was not only my friend, she had great talent. Yes. Do you play the piano, Mr. Driscoll? Why, yes. I was pretty good at one time, too, Mr. Keen. I noticed your fingers were long and your hands looked strong. Please play something, won't you? Well, I'm not as good as Professor Graff or Imogene, but... Listen, Mr. Keen. Mr. Driscoll, at what time did you say you last spoke to Imogene Harper? Six o'clock. On the night she was murdered. You're sure of that? Oh, positive. Odd. Odd? How do you mean, Mr. Keen? Her wristwatch was broken when she struggled with her attacker and it stopped at five o'clock. Imogene Harper wasn't alive at six that night. Could have made a mistake. You made several of them, Mr. Driscoll. Even though your plan was well executed. Plan? What plan, Mr. Keen? To murder Imogene Harper and place the blame on Professor Graff. Because that's exactly what you did. Only you slipped up on the time. And that will cost you your life in the electric chair. You must be joking, Mr. Keen. You picked a time when you knew Professor Graff had an appointment with Imogene. And you strangled her before that. Afterward you put a strong suspicion into his wife's mind that he was the antwerp strangler. And then as a final touch you goaded Professor Graff into attacking you to tie him up with a murder completely. And do you think you can prove all that, Mr. Keen? Yes. After I prove what your motive was Driscoll I'm going to check every bank account you've ever had. Imogene Harper withdrew $45,000 from her bank just before you murdered her. If I find that amount and I think I will deposit it in your name recently that's all the proof I need, Driscoll. Yes. You'll find that money. You'll write Keen. I am the antwerp strangler and this is my melody of murder. I killed Imogene and the other girls too, the fools. They all wanted to be great pianists, geniuses. I told them that getting started in a concert career was expensive and I took their money then I put them out of their misery. But Imogene could have saved herself. I wanted her for my wife and she refused. She could have saved herself. Only temporarily Driscoll because your insane, tristed mind would have turned against her sooner or later. You said my hands are strong. Well, I'm going to give you a chance to find out how strong they really are. I'm going to strangle you Keen. You're insane. I'm going to kill you, kill you, kill you. Are you all right, Mr. Keen, sir? Yes. A few moments later Mike and I had been finished. Driscoll tried to strangle me. Well, when I heard that piano as I was going downstairs I thought something was wrong so I come back, sir. That's why I asked Driscoll to play, Mike. I was hoping it would bring you back. Where is Professor Graf? Well, I handcuffed him to the baluster in the hall, sir. Release him at once, Mike. The real Antwerp strangler is lying at our feet, Lawrence Driscoll. Your bullets, Mike, save the state of trial as well as saving my life. And I think we can inform the police that the mystery of Imogene Harper's murder has been solved. 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