 Loma wines present Suspense Made in California for enjoyment throughout the world Salute your health senior Loma wines toast the world the wine for your table is Roma wine Made in California for enjoyment throughout the world This is the man in black here for the Roma wine company of Fresno, California to introduce this weekly half hour of Suspense Night from Hollywood Roma wines bring you a star mr. Paul Muney And so through seal Fletcher's play for broadcasting call the search for Henri Lafebvre and with the performance of Paul Muney We again hope to keep you in Suspense I had just set down the last no-tone paper You know what it is to write a piece the agony the drudgery of the exaltation a Fever consumes one hours melt away at the piano Time people mean nothing the world revolves around this rocking song this tender magic a heavenly feeling comes into your heart and Nestles there So it was with this music. I had just set down the last note on paper. I was happy and weary and full of peace I lay down on the sofa to relax before Suzette brought my supper There's a radio near the couch That night I turned it on you know what it is to feel horror True horror the animal thing I've seen horror many times grimacing at me out of the corner of my room, but this time it was upon me It was in my brain For that music on the radio playing now Was the music I had just set down on paper Suzette come here listen to this thing you hear it don't you This is real music playing. Yes, Mr. Flynn the radio is playing real music. It is not an illusion I hallucination of some kind of my own brain It is real music and very pretty pretty. What is the matter? Is anything wrong don't you like it then we will turn it on leave it on leave it alone and listen to it Sit there beside the radio and I would get it for you. What must you my score? Look at it note for note even as they play my tonality the oboe solo And I thought It's a joke a Joke an incredible joke. Oh, I cannot read music. I do not understand Perhaps someone in this building has heard me play but no no this orchestration is the same and The orchestration is a secret quiet thing that one does alone Perhaps they have stolen the score Someone has copied it But I only finished it this afternoon It has been here in a drawing on the piano unless Unless someone else There is someone else someone like me With my brain my soul a Kind of double a It is over now. Mr. You want me to turn it off. Oh, no, no See what they announced so concludes another see what they dare to say You've been listening to the elegy for orchestra opus 42 by our a la Feb All right, sir. Oh, I'm yourself, Mr. Oh Why I never heard of the man. He's an imposter and they are liars Give me the broadcasting station at once. He slipped out of the room And I sat there staring at the freshly written pages My brain was reeling it was It was my music every little note every turn of phrase Before me the silent radio faced me like a mocking sardonic Adolphus my good fellow. What's that? Monsieur Picard. I thought it best to bring him. You're good friend. Did you call the broadcasting station? Yes, sir And what did they say they said Monsieur? Oh, Monsieur Picard. I'm afraid they said Adolphus that it was a piece by An old piece written nearly 15 years ago What Adolphus dear boy not try to become tell me you compose as a sort of temperamental Sit down and try to analyze this thing from from a mental viewpoint 15 years ago I but I finished it today. The brain is such a queer thing Adolphus and a musician's brain. That is still a puzzle to our scientists 10 years ago perhaps even 15 years ago. You heard this piece somewhere Perhaps your conscious brain scarcely noted that you were thinking your own thoughts But your subconscious reached out and grasped it for yourself and now 15 years later What are you trying to say, Monsieur Picard? That this piece is not mine And I stole it from this imposter. Oh, no, no, I assure you my dear Adolphus You've always been utterly original. I wrote that piece myself dear. I Taught it out bit by bit for my own creative imagination if I had remembered it even my own subconscious Would it have come so hard? It would have flowed out like a dream But I had to struggle Look at these erasures and these cuts this coda And you say it was exactly this way on the radio Exactly as though they had copied out the parts in the twinkling of an eye and an orchestra was reading my score It's very strange. A man neither stole my piece somehow or else There was some terrible coincidence Some simultaneous crooked streak of identical inspiration that leaped across the world. Adolphus Who is this honorable Adolphus? I should like to know him to confront him face-to-face Or in a feb You've never heard of him Adolphus No He was a rather famous composer in my youth a writer of symphonies and operas and what has happened to him? Is he still alive? There's an interesting question Adolphus. I I must confront him. Do you hear me Juppie? And convince that there's something unreal about all this Fate has played me some trick There is some horrible linkage between this man and myself Some string vibrating in his brain which has caused a like vibration in my own I Must find him. I must somehow break the spell and Supposing This aura Lefebbe is dead or alive. I must discover where this music came from and What it meant to him and what it may mean to me Tonight Roma wines are bringing you as star mr. Paul Muney whom you've heard in the prologue to the search for Henri Lafeb tonight study in suspense Down in Bermuda, there's a famous club renowned for its fine food and gracious living Suppose we go there now to the exclusive coral Beach and tennis club and observe a dinner party on the terrace One of the party in North American has just raised a toast to his hosts as he lowers his glass Another is raised by his Bermudian friend who says it has been a pleasure my friend and in a way Payment on a pleasant obligation to your United States for your California has given us this superb wine in which we drink these toasts So delicate so excellent in flavor and bouquet that we import it your famous Roma wine Yes, that is true for in Roma wines You will find the uniform qualities which make a wine truly magnificent a delicacy so delightful many foreign lands No Roma wines as an expensive special occasion treat But for millions of Americans Roma wines have long been a daily pleasure for greater enjoyment of meals for delighting their guests a pleasure Which costs you only pennies a glass for you do not pay high import duties Not expensive shipping charges to enjoy this delicacy Which brings you a combination of old-world winemaking skill plus Roma's modern testing and quality controls No wonder then that Roma wines are America's largest selling wines Ask for our old MA Roma wines made in California for enjoyment throughout the world And now it is with pleasure that we bring back to our sound stage our star Paul Muni and the search for Henri Lafevre A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense Fave born 1885 France Educated at the eco normal fellowship student in composition the Paris conservatoire one freedom on 1988 with peace and titled etude contra punta Studied under sans-sans for two years made first great success with performance of opera except which was presented at the Paris opera in Do you want me to go on? No, no, no these dictionaries tell you nothing. They made everything smell of dust and corruption Has the mail come in yet? No, monsieur only the package of music from the library is music. Yes, then what are we waiting for give it to me? Oh, they live serve Elegy Opus 42 Incredible to think of all those years Look Suzef the paper is already turning yellow The engraving is old-fashioned and yet It's exactly Yes, I have a letter from his publishers. He is still alive. Thank God, but there is some mystery about him They would not give me his present address. What do you mean? They say they've not heard for him from him in 10 years. His musical output is ceased He submits nothing does not answer their letters. Well, then how do you know he's still alive? They occasionally hear from Madame Lefebvre. Madame Lefebvre. He has a wife who's been living in the world Good. We will write to her at once. That will not be necessary, Adolfis Now calm yourself. This is the best news of all But I'm Lefebvre has arrived now in this very city. In fact, I brought her here to see you bring her up at once Adolfis, I beg of you not calm yourself. You'll frighten her. You must stop me too hasty. I Will not frighten her. I will only find out where he is or perhaps Even seeing her Sometimes reality shrivels everything the truth becomes drab Commonplace Yes, madam this door I Stood quite motionless in the center of the room a Woman dressed in black confronted me across the waist of the polished floor She was thin Middle-aged a little stooped a Pale eyes looked washed out with crying Yet There was another look in them Look of some drowned in monstrous terror Mr. Adolfis Flynn. Yes, I am Cecilia Fevre. I Have heard that you are searching for my husband Honoury. Yes, madam Why do you wish to see him, miss you? Why do I wish to see him? You have not heard of my strange predicament madam. No, I have heard nothing Arrived in this country only today You arrived alone yes, and your husband my husband remained in Switzerland, miss you Switzerland yes, miss you He has lived there for many years, but why I thought they said your home was wrong row. I was my home, miss you my husband and I have been a Strange for the last ten years. Oh But There is much I know about my husband's work if it is about that you wish to know ten years You have not seen him for ten years. No, miss you You know his opus 42 his allergy for orchestra yes, miss you when did he write it about 15 years ago. Yes, I remember the piece well I copied out the parts for him myself then you would know the music when you see it is This the piece madam Yes, miss you I Wrote this music madam a month ago out of my own head impossible You possible, but I tell you it is so how could it be? This is my husband's piece Remember the night he wrote it Heart midsummer night the windows were open we could hear the bells of a while ringing the hours He could not sleep And little daughter had been crying your Little daughter does this distress you miss you. No, no, no, please go on He wanted to call the piece for Louise after our little daughter But I wouldn't let him it was too sad I said and I made him call it just Just elegy But he said it was her piece that he had been thinking of her crying all the time. He set it down It was as though all the sadness that was in his love for her Had gone into the middle of that But I still don't understand I wrote this music out of beauty out of spring sunshine in happiness He could never understand why it was so popular. He didn't want to publish it He hid it away saying it was like Like a premonition It had come to him like some hideous omen from another world and he was right here. How do you mean? Our little daughter Louise She died a little while later Madame Lefevre. Yes, miss you. I beg your pardon for crying. I do not want to see your husband Or hear this music ever again My search has ended Do you believe in ghosts madame? No, miss you I've been through too much to believe in poor sad ghosts, but I do I Believe that neither your husband nor myself really wrote that piece There is some further horror Some demon force at work in this music it captured him And it has captured me Tell me madame Lefevre Did your husband write any music after he wrote this piece not much more miss you you mean it Wrecked his brain as it has wrecked mine Leaving him without inspiration. No, no, it was not that he continued to write he still writes But nothing he has written for ten years has had any meaning. What do you mean? Have you not already guessed the truth? My husband has gone mad He has been mad for the last ten years Shut up in an asylum in Switzerland. Oh I have told very few people It is a form of horrible neurosis Work neurosis the doctors call it He seems to have lost his heart The events of his past life are meaningless to him He has even forgotten our little dead Louise How terrible and now he sits in a bare room and writes music all day long He's become a slave a machine They tell me that his shelf is packed with scores, but all of them are only an endless jumble of notes Notes such as a child might scroll across the page and it was the music The ghost music that did this who knows, Mr. Yes There were seeds of madness in this thing Even from the beginning There was something uncanny Why should that radio play that music just after I had finished the piece? Why should you you were perfect stranger have come here and found me? perhaps I too am Destined to go mad You believe me people do not go mad so easily to be destroyed as my husband was destroyed One must have deep sadness and love One must have human ties a wife a beautiful little child You have no such ties. I'm sure no I have no ties My husband went mad because he loved too much when I let Louise to hide he thought that he had killed She died of simple pneumonia, but he could never understand He became insane with grief. He thought he was her murderer Don't you see monsieur? You who live here alone Whose life is so mad am live fair I Pick your pardon, sir. I have seen you before Madame Luffer. Hi, I have met you somewhere I have heard your story You have come here before no no, sir. I have never come here before why should your face seem so suddenly familiar and Your words There's something on canny about this thing madame For a moment there for a moment. I thought I knew you what I Thought I knew you and your husband and Louise And that I had lived Perhaps it was only in one of my nightmares But somehow try to remember please Remember the little house in Rua the stone house the tree in the garden the coffee on Sunday afternoons The Bechtstein piano by the window the bedroom with a calico curtain little dog carriage underneath the stairs Louise doll Louise Taking away I've killed her a little doll carriage weights at the bottom of the stairs, but she will never come back No She's been dead for ten years. You must not think of her anymore. You're getting better. Dr. Picker says you are getting well Dr. Picker your doctor What are you talking about? I I have no doctor. Don't you see my darling your long search is over Locked up in the walls of a lunatic asylum for ten years writing a jumble of notes Like a little child Then Who is a doll for span a name you made up darling a poor mad name? My symphonies are rubbish you say My adoring public are only shadows running across the walls And these mountains beyond my window these mountains You are lying to me Sorry, I tell you my name is a dog who says look hurry this room These bare white walls these bars across the window this door one cannot open from the inside For ten years, I'll be for ten years. I have waited for a glimmer to come For some little memory like that music For ten years. I have prayed for you every day for ten years While I sat here I Do not believe My dear fellow you Call me only to I cannot tell you how happy I am The experiment has worked beyond our fondest hopes. I've been listening to every word and you've handled it exactly Pica Am I on real effort? Yes? I have been mad For ten years You have deceived me for ten years. I am not a Darfur's plan. No, if you could have known how my heart beat Dr. Pickover's telephone And now naturally my poor fellow it must be a terrible shock after ten years one cannot be cured overnight rest much rest will be necessary and Many little talks, but you will see in a few months. We may hope for something quite remarkable Monsieur and Madame the Favre She said In a few months, I would be able to go back. I would take up the threads in my own life as Henri Le Favre I'm still here here in this room With its bare white walls and its door that locks from the outside I'm still here Although I know now for sure that my name is Henri Le Favre As sadness is in my heart And a natural pain that I can never conquer The war has come back the stone house the little doll carriage underneath the stairs And my arms ache with longing for a little dead child The long honey-colored hair There's no music in me now No music save that one tune Which sings in my head all day long My pavane for Louise If I could only get it out of my mind, I might be able to work again I might be happy as I once was happy I might look out of my window and find a symphony in the sunset on the mountains That is why I will not go back. I Will not leave this room Until I find him again Until I find Adolphus And so closes the search for Henri Le Favre by Lucille Fletcher starring Paul Muni to night's tale of suspense Suspense is produced and directed by William Spear. Roma wine makes every meal taste better That's the proven experience of those who have discovered the flavor complimenting magic of these superbly delightful yet inexpensive wines For a new mealtime thrill try serving food with Roma wines Whether it be fish meat or poultry then simply place the bottle well chilled on the table with the meal Serve it in any kind of glass Once you taste the addition these delightful wines bring to the zest and savouriness of even the simplest dishes You'll wonder why you've ever done without Roma wines Remember it costs you only pennies a glass to add the marvellous flavor Complimenting magic of Roma wines to your daily meals Ask for R. O. M. A. Roma wines America's largest selling wines made in California for enjoyment throughout the world This is Paul Muni It's been a great pleasure to appear in this distinguished radio play theater which is devoted to the art of suspense I should like to pass along to you the information that I just gleaned from Mr Spear the next week at the same time my friend Mr. Herbert Marshall would be your star in that very Extraordinary novel of vengeance and retribution called the beast must die and one more word You've been hearing a great deal about the fifth wall on drive may sound to you as though we on the radio are being a Little overly insistent about it. Well, we are being insistent You must listen you must respond By an extra war bond tomorrow next Thursday same time you will hear Herbert Marshall as star of suspense Presented by Roma wines R. O. M. A. Made in California for enjoyment throughout the world This is CVS the Columbia Broadcasting System