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The fall season was over, and all the other guests were gone, and even Joe, who owns the inn, had gone down to Leadfield to get his winter supplies. Oh, I shivered thinking of the dark, ragged, lonesome mountains outside, and Phil opened his eyes again. You're a good actress, Margo. Better off the stage than you were on, I expect. But I know you're fed up with our marriage. Have been ever since I became ill. I haven't complained, Phil. No, it wouldn't fit the part. But you feel trapped out here in Colorado, don't you? You'd rather be in New York. I wonder, Margo, those pills you put on my lunch tray last week, they weren't my regular vitamin pills. Maybe you want your freedom and my money enough to poison me. Don't be ridiculous, Phil. Well, anyway, I didn't take them. I hid them with a note saying that you tried to give them to me. Then I called a friend of mine long distance, an old friend. Who? A detective named Rocky Rhodes. Rocky and I both stayed at this inn one summer. And what did you tell this Rocky? Never mind what I told him. Just remember he's due here tonight or in the morning. A detective? Phil, you're a fool. I want a divorce, Margo. You do? Yes, without any strings. Those pills are exhibit A if they're poison. Blackmail. Phil, darling, if you want a divorce, you can have it without threatening me. You'll sign the papers tomorrow? Of course, darling. I only want to make you happy. But now go to sleep, Phil. You need a good rest. Go to sleep. I stroked his forehead and the sedatives finally took effect. His breathing became very heavy and even. I looked at him and thought he was smart not to take those pills. Ah, but not smart enough. He shouldn't have told me about that detective. He thought he was protecting himself and that I wouldn't dare do anything now. Ah, but he was wrong because I had to now. I couldn't afford to wait and lose everything when he divorced me. And besides, I'd find those pills in the letter before the detective got here. There was practically no risk the way I'd planned it this time. Outside it had started to rain. A heavy downpour. And the only other sound in the world was Phil's breathing. I picked up the extra pillow and put it down carefully. Carefully over his face. He didn't move. I pressed the pillow down on the side so that no air could get in. No air at all. And held it there a long time. Once the pillow shook a little, when Phil's head moved. Once there was a gurgling sound. And that was all. When I lifted the pillow and took it back in its place, the job was done. Everything I ever wanted, money and freedom was right in my hands. Phil was dead. Dead of a heart attack, Dr. Landers would say. Wait a minute. Unless someone found those pills with the note from Phil. Phil hadn't died of poison so I was safe. But there would be questions. Questions I didn't want to have asked. I had to find those pills myself. I started to search. First the pillow under Phil's head. Mmm. Then the nightstand beside his bed. And the desk under the window. No. After all, could it be Phil's detective already? Rocky? Rocky Rhodes? I'll have to be very careful. Just a minute. I'm coming. I'm sorry. I think I'm lost. I'm looking for Pine View Lodge. Well, you are lost. This is Fisherman's Net. I know. I saw the sign. It's closed for the winter. Could you put me up? The manager's away. There's only me and my husband. Oh, the luck of the Irish. I meet a beautiful blonde and she's married every time. You wouldn't turn me out in this storm. I'm soaking wet. I'm afraid I... Please, just tonight. In the morning I'll get my bearings. Well, if it's only for one night. Yes, that's all. Thank you. What a vacation. Where are you from? Chicago. Newspaper man. My name is Mike Sheldon. How do you do, Mr. Sheldon? I'm Mrs. Weatherby. How do you do? Where do I bunk? Upstairs? Yes. You can take the trout room. Every room is named for a different kind of fish. It's the second room on the right from the top of the stairs. Thank you. It's great of you to let me stay. Would you like some hot coffee? Fine. It's no trouble. Well, not at all. I was going to make some for myself. The salmon room, not the trout room. I made a mistake. Forgive me, but this is my husband's room and he's not well. I was afraid you'd wake him up. Making a slip like that in front of Phil's detective Rocky Rhodes. Because, of course, Mike Sheldon was Rocky Rhodes. Who else could he be? And I had to find those pills before he did and started making trouble. Before I could get back to the search, two more unexpected guests popped in at Fisherman's Net. A small dapper man with a black mustache and slick black hair. But I'm Charlie Miller. I got a reservation here and I'm staying, sister. But the manager is away. He didn't mention any reservations. We must have forgot then. I made it by telephone from KC. That is, I mean, I asked a friend of mine to make it. Was it Phil? Was Charlie Miller Rocky Rhodes? Oh, he couldn't be a detective. He was too stupid. No, no, Mike Sheldon was Rocky Rhodes. There was a girl with Charlie Miller. I thought she was Mrs. Miller. No, I'm Susan Quinn. Mr. Miller and I met on the bus. Yeah, and we were great pals right off. I, I call her Susie Q. You get it? Yes. But the initials on your suitcase are SR, Miss Quinn. Oh, well, I borrowed my sister Sheila's suitcase. Sheila Riley. She's married. Sheila and I always borrow each other things. Was it true? Or was her name Susan Rhodes? Nicknamed Rocky Rhodes. Things are getting more complicated every minute. Two men had arrived and Sheldon seemed the most like a detective. It was too late for me then to go on hunting for the pills. It was morning. In case questions were asked later, I had to be able to say I had done what a wife with a sick husband ought to do. I had to take Phil his breakfast on a tray. Well, Mrs. W, hey, you're an early bird. Here, let me help you. Oh, thank you, Mr. Miller. This is my husband's breakfast. If you'll open the door. Sure thing. There you are. Thank you. Phil. Phil, dear, I brought you... Oh! Something wrong, Mrs. W? My husband. He looks. He looks. Anything I can do? Say. He does look pretty green at that. Mr. Weatherby. Hey, Mr. Wh... Oh, oh, oh. You'd better sit down, Mrs. Weatherby. It looks to me like your husband has passed away. Oh, no! No, no, no. Here, now. Just sit down. All right, now you just cry on Uncle Charlie's shoulder. It'll do you good. You're very kind. Well... Oh, say, Sheldon, got a little trouble here. Trouble? Mrs. Weatherby? Well, her husband's passed away in his sleep, looks like. I brought his breakfast. I thought he was asleep, and... Will you... will somebody phone Phil's doctor? Dr. Landers and Salisbury Gap? Well, of course, but... Excuse me, I'm a... I'm afraid I've been caught in my room. Miss Quinn, have I been asleep? Oh, when you got to your room, you fainted. I still feel rather faint. I brought you some brandy. Could you drink a little? Not now. I couldn't. Where's Mr. Miller and Mr. Sheldon? They're moving your husband's body. No, they mustn't. Well, Dr. Landers told Mike to on the phone. The rain turned to snow during the night, and he won't be able to get here because of the storm. Not until the snowplow gets through. So, he thought it best we put Mr. Weatherby. Not outdoors? No. There's a hillside cellar out back. Oh, yes. What else did Dr. Landers say about Phil? He said, it must have been a heart attack and that you have nothing in the world with which to reproach yourself. He's sure you did everything you could. For suspense, AutoLight is bringing you Miss Jane Wyman in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrill's Suspense. Well, in fact, flocks will come. Oh, they're not for me. They're Valentine's to AutoLight resistor spark plugs. Listen to this one. 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Suspense. I kept up my act all that day, and I didn't overplay it. I'm not the type for floods of tears, so I adopted a warm, gentle sadness, which made the others think me very brave. But all the time, there were two things on my mind, driving me crazy. Who was Rocky Rhodes? And where had Phil hidden the pills? And I couldn't hunt for them. Somebody was always in my room fussing over me. Finally, in the late afternoon, I managed to get away. I just started to look through Phil's clothes when... Oh, there you are. I was looking for you. No snow plow, I'll get through here today. I'll just have to put up with Charlie Miller's jokes another evening. Are his jokes that bad? Well, you heard him ragging Susan, calling her Susie Q. Oh, nicknames. Lots of people have the nickname habit. My husband had a friend named Rhodes. He nicknamed Rocky Rhodes. It's a change from Dusty Rhodes at any rate. By the way, where are you from? Boston. Why do you ask? Oh, just idle curiosity. You know what they say about curiosity. Would you excuse me, please? I was going over my husband's things. Yeah, go right ahead. I'll just keep you company. Looking for something? No, I want a pack. So I can leave as soon as possible. I want to get back to New York. I don't blame you. Need any help? No, thank you. As a matter of fact, I... Would you mind? I'd rather be alone. No, no, it's not good for you to be alone. I'll just stay here and keep you company. No, see. Did you say something? No, I... Here's a book of Oscar Wilde's. Why don't I read to you while you work? Let me see. Did your husband own all these shoes? He did. Wealthy man, apparently. How nice for you. Now, how about some poetry? Let's, uh, let's try this one. The poor dead woman whom he loved and murdered in her bed. Shall I go on, Mrs. Weatherby? But I couldn't let Sheldon unnerve me. I had to keep cool. I went on packing and he went on reading on and on endlessly about blood and poor prisons and hangings. While I tried not to miss anything of Phil's, I had to have those pills. An hour later in my room, I knew I didn't have them. But Rocky Rhodes didn't have them yet either. Otherwise he would have said something. But the pills didn't have to be in Phil's room. Which one was Rhodes? Miller or Sheldon? I would have to find out by elimination. After dinner that night, I went into the main parlor. And Charlie Miller grabbed me and danced me over to the fire. Ah, here you are, Mrs. W. Now you just sit right here and have a high ball, see? And we'll have a nice little cozy chat with a little old Charlie. Oh, you're so formal, Charlie. Call me Margo. Margo? I'll bet your mother called you Maggie. You thought up Margo to use on the stage. On the stage? How did you know I was an actress? This was the clue I'd been looking for. Oh, a guy with my experience can always tell. You can? Sure. And I know how you actresses operate. You all take different monikers. I'll bet you were great, baby. Oh, I wasn't very good. There was only one way that Miller could have known about my being on the stage. From Phil. You weren't very good. I know different, baby. So what if you only played Tank Towns? I sure wish I'd seen you. You didn't miss much, really. Tank Towns? That was Phil's story, all right? Miller was Rocky Rhodes, and he was just drunk enough to handle... Hey, look, how about you and me going up to my room where we can be alone, huh? Oh, that wouldn't look right, Charlie. We could go out and sit in my car. It's in the garage. Got a heater? The radio. The hotel radio's broken. We can say that's why we're going to listen to the music. Wonderful. Hey, you're a wonderful little woman, Maggie. Full of ideas. Thank you, baby, but this front seat is so full of steering wheel. Oh, let's get in the back. Oh, it doesn't heat as well in the back. How about a drink? You first. Okay. Right out of the bottle. Oh, boy, this is what I call living. Music, plenty of bourbon, and a beautiful blonde. Never saw such a beautiful blonde. Can I give Charlie a kiss? Oh, wow. Sweetened molasses. Let's get warm enough now, baby. Plenty warm. Could turn off that heater. I'm still a little cold, Charlie. Just stay close to me. In a minute, we'll turn it off. Then slowly, he sagged against me, and his head fell on my shoulder, and when I pushed him away, he fell forward against the steering wheel. Gotta get out of here before it gets me to. Going around the car, I was dizzy, getting numb. Then a few feet from the garage door, I keeled over. For a minute or more, I could move. Then I never to get there. I opened the door somehow, pushed it shut, and half fell out and lay in the snow, thanking my lucky stars I've been smart enough not to drink. That's why it got Charlie sooner, because he was drunk. I looked at my watch and decided to wait 15 minutes. What a wonderful thing that carbon monoxide is. No smell, no nothing. It just creeps up on you. In 15 minutes, Charlie Miller, alias Rocky Rhodes, would be good and dead. He was dead all right. When they found us, they carried me into the house and gave me a drink and put me to bed. I went right to sleep knowing Rocky Rhodes was dead. When I woke up, I remembered. I had said Charlie started the car, but somebody might think to check the key for fingerprints and find mine. I put on a fur coat over my nightgown and ran all the way to the garage. I got in the car, reached for the keys, and they weren't there. Why? Why would anybody take my keys? And who would take them? Rocky Rhodes? No. He was dead. But was he? Had I killed the wrong man? I never got through breakfast. That's too bad about Charlie, Michael. Stop worrying about it, wasn't your fault. You look tired. You want to take a walk? Get some fresh air? I don't feel up to it. I was planning to go up to that lookout cabin on the peak. No, no, no. I'm too lazy for that. I mean a short walk. Is it a long climb, Mrs. Weatherby? Long and steep, believe me. I only made it up there once, but my husband used to go there often. I guess a good climb would do me good. I think I'll try it alone. Back before dark. Bye. Be careful, Susan. I didn't even hear her leave. I was thinking about Phil's walk to the lookout cabin. Where was where he'd hidden the pills? I knew it. I knew it in my bones. Why hadn't I thought of it before? I couldn't let anyone find those pills except me. I managed to get away from the men and slipped out by the back door without being seen. A ladder goes up from the trail to the lookout door. The door of the cabin stood open. I climbed the ladder quietly and stepped in and saw Susan on the other side of the room near the door to the balcony. She was holding an envelope attached to a card, and she was reading the card. And suddenly, definitely, I knew... Miss Rocky Rhodes, I presume. I see you found what you're looking for. The pills, my husband hid. You want to know if they're really poisonous? I read a joke. Oh, no, it's no joke. One of them would kill a man. But that's not what killed Phil. I smothered him with a pillow. You didn't know that, did you? You shouldn't be telling me this. Phil told me you were coming, but I was expecting a man. I never dreamed Rocky Rhodes was a woman. You've mistaken me for someone else, really. Oh, come off it. You're already responsible for Charlie Miller's death, coming here under an assumed name. I killed him because I thought he was Rocky Rhodes. Oh, you didn't. Oh, you're ill, Mrs. Weatherby. You're imagining me. Stay where you are! You think you'll get out of here alive? I wouldn't go out that door if I were you. You'd step right off into blank space. They'll catch you. Who? How? Those pills are the only evidence against me, and I'll destroy them as soon as you're gone. Will you? They'll stay there until I go down. But you've played your last card. I'm not going to waste any more time. Let go, Mrs. Weatherby. Then a sharp pain. Then I don't remember any more until I woke up here in the snow and found you bending over me. Who are you? Where did you come from? I just came up from the village, Mrs. Weatherby. We know the whole story. The whole story? Now, just take it easy, Mrs. Weatherby. I know. You must be a doctor. But doctor, they'll never hang me. No, Mrs. Weatherby. They'll never hang you. You're dying now. No. No, I can't die. After all I've had to do to live. Where did Mike go? I'm right here, Mrs. Weatherby. Like a vulture waiting for me to die. You're Rocky Rhodes. Aren't you, Mike? No, Mrs. Weatherby. You're lying. It has to be you. I killed Charlie, and he wasn't Rocky Rhodes. And Susan wasn't. You have to be. I have to know. I have to kill Rocky, or I've done it all for nothing. Rocky Rhodes mustn't find those poison pills. Your husband didn't die from poison, Mrs. Weatherby. So you would have been safe even if the pills were found. But, but, Rocky Rhodes... None of those people was Rocky Rhodes. Your own guilt made you suspicious of everything they did. But there must be a Rocky Rhodes. Phil said there was. There has to be a Rocky Rhodes. Is she dead, Doctor? I'm afraid she is. Nara was being sorry for her husband being dead. Just think. She killed her husband and one of us, and none of us would have known it if she hadn't told Susan all about it in the cabin. It was good of you to get here so fast, Doctor. I'd have gotten here sooner if it hadn't been for the blizzard. And maybe none of this would have happened. By the way, I'm not a doctor, Mr. Sheldon. My name is Rhodes. Jane Wyman for a splendid performance. Miss Wyman, would you do me a favor? I'd be glad to, Mr. Wilcox. Would you autograph my script? Why, certainly. What shall I write? Well, why not just write to A-L-R-S-P Wilcox from Jane Wyman? A-L-R-S-P? What does that stand for? Autolight resistor spark plugs. Oh, of course. I should have known. 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In introducing again our star, Miss Jane Wyman, I wish also to extend to her, on behalf of our sponsor and all of us here on suspense, our sincere congratulations on her nomination for the Academy Award for her splendid performance in the current Warner Brothers picture, Johnny Belinda. And to wish her the best of luck in balloting. Thank you very much. And may I congratulate suspense for being one of the top radio programs on the air. Truly radio's outstanding theater of thrills. Thank you, Miss Wyman. And I'll be listening next week when James Mason and his lovely wife Pamela Kellino appear in the Agatha Christie story where there's a will, another gripping study in... Suspense! Tonight, Suspense Play was adapted by Sylvia Richards from the current best-selling mystery by Pat McGeer. Music was composed by Lucian Moraweck and conducted by Lud Bluskin. The entire production was under the direction of Anton M. Leeder. 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