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The distinguished biochemist, Dr. John Sanderly, sits alone in semi-darkness, surrounded by the complex paraphernalia of the lab, oblivious of everything, except the sealed vial on a table before him. A vial glowing with a blue, white-ish, luminous substance, casting weird shadows on Sanderly's tortured face. John, it's Steiner. And Kendall is with me. Worried for both of you. Mary, where is she? Close the door. No, don't turn up the lights. Over here, please, by the table. What is this? I know you have questions. Why have Mary and I isolated ourselves here in our lab these many days and nights? Why have I not answered calls? Believe me, it had to be. Now I only ask your help and your silence. Silence? Yes. But you never reveal what you see in this room without my permission. Now wait, Carl, look at John's face. He said he needs our help. Oh, John. The light from that vial on the table, I have never seen that color. That is why you are here. No two men alive are more qualified. 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In the center of the laboratory table testing equipment surrounds it. Kendall and Steiner are about to complete their work. They seem puzzled. Confused. Trident source, more open the valve. Oh, there's no point. The reading is minus 270. Virtually absolute zero and still there's no reaction. No change of density. In fact, no evidence of density at all, what it can't be. Yes, I found with every spectrometric test. Magnetic spin resonance, electron spin, all of them. No reaction. You realize that in all these hours of testing we've proved only one thing, that the substance in that vial is no known element. It's incredible. Perhaps not so incredible. One answer would explain many things. Johnson, his wife's determination to work alone, his demanding our silence. What do you mean? Well, if you had visions of the acclaim for a new discovery, a Nobel Prize, for example, would you not also take such pains for secrecy? Suppose you realized you had accomplished a discovery. One such as the Curace achieved, or Thompson or Seabock. You mean the discovery of a new atomic element? Precisely. But this substance, if it is a substance, has no evidence of atomic form. But it is there, something is there. Oh, John, you heard? Your conclusion? Yes. You have both confirmed what I knew must be true. And now? We've worked here for hours and then a simple good night. You dismiss us like student assistants. Carl, he warned us beforehand. But what right does he to treat us like this? If there is some breakthrough here, it is not his alone. Please go, both of you. John, be reasonable. Now, there's truth in what Carl says. Whatever it is you've achieved here, have we, your colleagues, not the right to know? We aren't asking to share. You cannot know. And if you knew, you could not understand. We could not understand? By God, I've had enough of this. To take that vile, you have no right to keep it to yourself. See that I could not tell its contents. But if I break the vile... Carl, I warn you, if you touch that vile... What, you will stop me? No, my friend. No! Forgive me, I... I'm not myself. But you don't know, you can't know. John, whatever it is that has driven you to such extremes in friendship, we want to know and if we can, to help. Yes, I too would say that. And as for my actions just now, well, you know, I am an impulsive fool sometimes. But you will admit it is all very strange, this work that we have done on a substance that is no substance. I'm tired. I'm very tired. John, you can't go on alone like this. You're exhausted. You need help. Trust us. Wait. Somehow, do I go back out there and trust the Mary? My darling. A single word. Loot secrecy. You have mine. How can you ask? Before we know. Carl, it's that no research of mine in many years has been without Mary. And to understand fully, you should know of the beginning of our lives together. We met nearly 20 years ago, fresh from college. And from that moment on, I knew my life as a man and as a scientist would never be the same. We began our work together on genetic research. Mary was tireless, her energy driving both of us to near exhaustion. Finally, after many months, I persuaded her that we should take a week off to visit my parents on the family farm in Vermont. The effect of that visit on Mary was a kind of magic. Beautiful from up here. Why do you think I wanted to come here to the crest? Sit right there. Why right there? Sit and I'll tell you. Welcome to the very secret Sanderly Tronos. Tronos? My great-great-grandfather was a Greek scholar. Tronos is Greek for throne. He discovered this rock nearly 200 years ago. Six generations of Sanderly sons have been told about it by their fathers. As a matter of fact, I may be breaking the tradition and even letting a girl share it. Move over a little. Inner, I like you better on the farm because up here you're a little mad. What about you? Here you laugh. You realize you never laugh in that lab. Somehow, electron microscopes and betatrons I don't find very funny. Look up at me again. Just as you did then. Is this the face that launched a thousand ships and burned the topless towers of Elium? New England's leading microbiologist quoting Marlowe? You'd prefer an excerpt from the quarterly journal of microbiology? Would that ever do you justice, your eyes, your lips, all that is you? It's late. We'd better get back. How long can this go on? Each of us pretending that the other isn't there. Please, John, take your arm away. How do we fulfill our lives, both of us? Endless hours experimenting with the very stuff of life. Our life itself, our own life we ignore, deny. Now, don't turn away. Look at me. No. Look for a fraction of a second that I love you. Even as you love me and you're going to marry me. John, I can't marry you. Really helps do something for a woman. The classic look does too. 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And what I'm trying to say, there would never be another sanderly boy for you to bring here to your secret troners. You see, I'm barren, John. You think that really matters for us? Marry the very essence of the work we do is for life. Thousands, perhaps even millions of children will be born to better, safer lives because of us. They, all of them, will be part of us, the offspring of our love. But what of your dream? Of your own life beyond yourself? Your own child? Our life together? There can be no greater dream now. Precious days, honeymoon, and return to our work. Of the results of that work, I'm sure you both know. The real injustices that you haven't received the Nobel Prize you both deserve. You know, your achievements together are a milestone. It was all still only the beginnings of the work we planned before. Before four months, you may recall that around that time Mary was away from the Institute for several weeks. She told me she needed some time away from the pressures of constant research. Of course, I agreed. Then one night, when I went home very late, Mary was waiting for me. A strange quietness about her as I held her in my arms. And there was a quality in her voice I'd never heard before as she looked up at me. John, we are richly blessed. More blessed than you can know. Blessed? But what? About these last weeks. I lied. I haven't been at the cabin on the lake. I've been to Mayo's. Mayo's? Yes. Are you ready for an irony, my dear? Considering the research on which we've spent our lives, I have leukemia. Dear God, no... Carzwell's made every test. The condition is beyond arrest. I have at most six months to live. Dear God in heaven, I won't accept that. You must. We must both do more than accept. We must welcome what it can mean. We stand at this moment on the threshold of a magnificent adventure. This message from your local station. 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We must both do more than accept. Welcome what it can mean. We stand at this moment on the threshold of a magnificent adventure. But Mary... No, wait. The dream we've shared. To find some ultimate key and opening of the door that seemed forever closed. Here is that chance, my darling. Ours is a love stronger than life itself. Then why shouldn't it seek to serve beyond life? The search. The search which has underlain all of our seeking. The dream that is beyond all dreaming. The search for the soul. Yes, we can make of my death something that is deathless. Not with you as... No, never with you. With me. We can use every iota of knowledge we have to last bridge the chasm between the living and the dead. We may succeed where others have failed. The curies, the Conan Doyle's, Houdini and his wife. We shall plan from this moment on. We will face my death for the inevitable phenomenon it is. But as scientists, with the detachment we must have to know and understand. Oh, John, you must agree. In this way, we can give a meaning to my death. A glorious meaning. If I do agree, it can only be after I have given you every test myself. If Coswell at Mayo's was wrong... No, he's not wrong. Yes, you shall convince yourself. Then we will begin. The two goals, John. Remember, we discussed them years ago. The isolation of the soul itself. To prove that it exists as an entity apart from the body it is known. And then, communication with that soul after it has left its host. Exactly. Oh, and we have so very much to do. We must find and study every report, every theory, every experiment that has ever been made. Somewhere there's the answer. And we shall find it. We shall find it. So it began. That followed, Mary and I searched and found every book, every article, every research report in any of the languages, either of us knew which concerned the phenomena of death. Seeing superstition in most fallacy of reasoning in many, sheer blindness in others. However, in those reports we deemed most credible. There was general agreement that the soul force left the body after death. From what the Indians refer to as a chakra center. Here, at the throat. Or here at the forehead. The place of the third eye. As to the soul substance, different observers gave it vastly different shapes and sizes. Therein lay the ultimate problem. How to isolate a substance of whose form we could not be sure. But then, very late, one night over a month ago, Mary appeared from the bedroom. A wonder of excitement in her eyes as she came to me. We've been fools, John Deere. It's all so simple. I know the way. You know? Just now. It was all there in a dream. The answer we've been searching for. Listen, my darling. In my dream, I was in a house, lying on some kind of a slab, and I knew I was dying. I got up and I walked out the door of the house. Only then I was in a bigger house. And as I started out of that house, I stopped and said to myself, I don't want a bigger house. I want a smaller one. I suddenly found myself holding a tiny miniature of a house in my hand. And I looked at it, laughing. John, I laughed myself awake. It's so clear what my subconscious is trying to tell us, don't you see? We've been assuming there was no self-determination in the soul itself. No power to alter its own form. Well, why should that be? All we need do is provide the means for the soul to isolate itself in the form of its own choosing at the time of death. Yes, if that could be. But for demonstrable proof, the conditions must be completely under control, a methodology beyond dispute. The methodology is really quite simple. We're going to build a coffin. My coffin. Mary. Together we're going to build it of special, leaded glass hermetically sealed, except for a single outlet above which will be an inverted vial. And into that vial, at the moment of her so-called death, the soul of Mary Helen Sanderly shall pass, and for so long as it benefits the cause we serve, shall by her will remain. So began the final stage in our preparation, the building of the shrine to certainty, as we chose to call it, since I could not bear to think of it as a coffin. Within a week of constant labor, virtually day and night here in our lab, it was finished. It was then Mary begged me that we should not leave the hospital at night but have cuts here in my inner office. I knew why she asked, and I agreed. And then... Yes, John, go on, and then... Three nights ago, Mary was nearing the critical moment. I was seated beside her bed, head in hands, when after a long silence she spoke to me, her voice calm and sure and utterly without fear, as she said... John, it's time. At last. At last. This stethoscope, I... No, there's no need. I know, and I'm ready. You know, you must know that I'm not afraid. How could I be? If only everyone who faced death could have done the research we've done these last weeks. Then they too would know. There's nothing to fear. Oh, Mary... You know how I feel? As if I'm about to board ship for a wondrous voyage. Knowing that you'll still be back here on the shore. Waiting to hear from me. The contact. We must try to achieve it alone. Just we two. Yes, yes, we two alone. My darling, trine of certainty. Mary, I'm not sure... You must. Now, now carry me, John. Your arms are trembling, my darling. Gently. Let me down gently. This is not goodbye, John. We both know that. To bless me on the journey. With your love. John, forgive me that there was never a child. Our child. Forgive you? You've given me more than any man could ever deserve, Mary. Only for a little while, until... Send acceptance on her face. I placed the cover over the glass enclosure and quickly, despite the tears that flooded my eyes, sealed it closed. Then, as we had agreed, I extinguished the only light. To sit in the silent darkness, waiting, watching, half prayerful, half fearful. What had I done? Had I perhaps helped to shorten Mary's life in the interest of some theory impossible to prove? I stared into the darkness, my anxiety growing with each passing moment, until I was near despair. And then, where there had only been blackness, there was the beginning of light, coming forth there within the coffin. As if from the center of Mary's forehead, at first a whitish, ebonacent light that was more than light, formless at first, then becoming almost a spectral image of Mary herself. And then, before my eyes, I saw that substance, that form above her begin as by her will to change, diminish in scope, and alter its actual color. Then, still as if guided by some force, it made its way to the single outlet, and out through that opening to the vial. I moved forward, shut the valve leading to the vial, closed the seal of the vial itself, and raised it up to hold it, a glowing thing apart in my hand. Remarkable. Incredible. Beyond belief. Are you saying that in our shrine of certainty, there is not certainty? I did not say that. No, you did not have to. Come, both of you, in here. A piece of surety. As if she knew that they had succeeded in their search, even at the very moment of death. For now, now that you've seen, please. As if we doubted. I do. After all, there was a time I doubted myself. I think within that glowing vial that I actually held in my hands an hour ago, the human soul. An amazing possibility. Possibility? After all, what has been proven? Only that something, some who knows what, was emitted from the dying body, but that it is the soul? Where's the proof of that? There is an answer in your silence, that this is the way of science. John, you yourself said the experiment was in two parts. The soul substance then communication after that had been accomplished. What are the second part of you achieved that? No, I have not. And you've tried? Have I tried? God knows how I have tried. And I shall go on trying. For how long? Now, suppose having gone this far, you yourself can go no further. Are you sure enough in your faith to allow one other test? A test by someone who has claims to knowledge and how to communicate beyond the grave? No, there can be no one else. Mary and I... No, let me finish. There's a psychic whose works I've read who claims that he has communicated with individuals who have died. And the man's here. Here, John, in this city. Now, you must have heard of him, Val Mera. I know of him, and all he claims may be true, but still... Now, think of her now. Think of you and Mary and her dreams for this adventure of yours. It's a fairness to her if you yourself cannot make that final bridge. And there is the chance another can. Should you refuse to try? 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Always to be present is not for me to determine. Come in. Dr. Valmarra, Dr. John Sandali. Doctor, I salute you. There are so many of us who have for so long desired that a scientist of your stature would undertake this exact research. Let us be on with it. The vial in the table before you. And the color is strange, strange. It has proceeded. You gentlemen will be seated around the table, please. I shall, in the next few moments, enter a state you would call a trance. In that state I myself may possibly make contact with the departed soul of Mary Sandali. But if that fails, I have a guide on the other side whom I shall call on to assist me. His name is Michael. Virtually never has Michael failed. From each of you present, I ask on his silence and an open mind. He shared this belief from someone here within this room. It is too strong. With him present, I cannot proceed. But who we are? A test for scientific proof and you deny all doubt before the proof? Ridiculous. Carl, if John wishes it. You want a verdict? I will give it to you. Hypnosis. A kind of self-hypnosis begun upon yourselves by you and Mary that you have tried to exert upon us all. Well, not for me. There is nothing superhuman within that vile. I'm sorry. Dr. Mara, perhaps now it's impossible to proceed. These seekers have long had to contend with such minds. Please, let's begin again. Let us relax calmly at peace with the present aside. The soul of Mary Sandali here in this room with me. If she be in that vile, help her find voice. I know you have the power. Help her, Michael. Help her. It is useless. Go on, Mara. To attend the soul of your wife could not possibly be within that vile. How can you know? From the first it was impossible. All research that has been done has visualized the soul in larger, freer form and of a color different from what is in that vile. In this case, I am afraid the man who left us unfortunately was correct. Intentionally or not, you have deceived yourself and all whom you wish to make believe. Get out. Both of you, get out of here. John, I'm sorry. Go. Just leave me alone. Between ourselves. But we have made the contact. Now at last. Others must hear and know. No, let me call them back. No, proof we sought to give the world. It is not yet time. Even you were not strong enough. You called the others because you could not trust your faith. And now the plan is altered. Now I must go. But where? Tell me. I am called. Don't despair, my darling. Our magnificent adventure was a beginning. And some day others with this greater love will be wise enough to carry it on to its fulfillment. And now I am going. The call is stronger. Where is it you go? You will know and soon for W you will know and understand for W. For W, what does it mean? Goodbye, my darling. The light is fading, Mary. Stay there within the vial. You must have the power to stay. Heaven, why? For W, what could it be? For W. 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No, really, but the band sort of folded up. Went to work as a welder. My health was improving except for my smokers cough. I was doing pretty good. What happened? The American Heart Association did a high blood pressure screening at the plant. I couldn't believe it. Mine was so high. I made them check it again. They told me to see my doctor right away, but... When did you have the heart attack? It was about six weeks later. Somehow I just knew it was happening and managed to get into the office and told them to call an ambulance. I was 24. The American Heart Association wants you to know that heart attack is not restricted to the elderly. It can happen at any age. You owe it to yourself to be aware of the risk factors and to know what you can do to lessen your chances of heart attack. For free information on heart attack and its risk factors, contact your American Heart Association. We're fighting for your life. Story of Adventure with Richard Whitmark as your host. Let's listen. I smuggle armaments all over the China Sea. It's a very good business. I pick them up cheap in Vietnam. The whole country is knee-deep in guns the American Army threw away. I run them to Sumatra, Malaysia, Celebi'smen, and now you name it. So be sure and tune in tomorrow to the Sears Radio Theater.