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How long ago was that, sir? That she came here, I mean? Oh, eight, let me see. Oh, no, no, no, nine. Nine years ago in May. But it was long before that she left the stage. She was nearly ten years in an institution, a mental disorder. Though it's not her mind was ever sick or I'm mistaken. They do say she's a bit on the eccentric side, though. Well, you'll be her spiritual advisor yourself soon enough when I've retired. And I want you to meet her without prejudice. And one day I'll tell you what I know, which the goodness knows is little enough. And what I have reason to believe, which is somewhat more... Ah, it seems we'll just about escape the branch. She lives completely alone? Oh, the one servant, that's all. Oh, Father Benton. Ah, Suzette, this is my new curate. The Reverend Mr. Sedley. We're here to see Mr. May. Well, does she know you are not alone? I could, Suzette, I haven't any idea. But you might never seen out of the rain why you're so informed, huh? But very well, coming. Thank you. If you will wait in the study, I will ask if mademoiselle is able to see you. What? Well, it's got into the woman. She knows Mr. May's been seeing me every fortnight at the same time for nine years. There's a picture here. Is it of her? Probably. My word, she was a beauty. Oh, your father could have told you. Ah, yes, she was a legend of two continents. It must have been a very tragic thing to make a woman like that shut herself away. Is it true, sir, that she sees no one but you, no one? As far as I know, she has never set foot outside this house in all the time she's been here. Nor has she ever had a single visitor beside myself. But why? Well, what did we see you now, Father? In her parlor across the hall. Oh, thank you, Suzette. Father Benton. Ah, hello. Come in, come in. Thank you. I do hope you don't mind my receiving you in the dark. But I have a mortal grave of life during the storm. Oh, not at all, my dear. You'll find two quite comfortable chairs just there by the window, I think. Oh, thank you, thank you. Uh, Nedly, this is my new curate, Mr. Sedley. Oh, yes, Mr. Sedley. It's a great pleasure to meet the famous beauty, even in the dark. Yes, I suppose you've heard of my beauty, Mr. Sedley. You know, as you came in, I was looking at this little gold mirror, engraved on the back of the words, a thing of beauty is a joy forever. Ah, Keats. Yes, Oscar gave it to me. Oh? He said it was a magic mirror. When you are very old, Madeline, he said, you will only have to look in it to see yourself as you are now, young and radiant and a joy forever. And I've believed ever since that Oscar was really something of a magician, because you know it's true. Uh, was that Oscar wild, Mr. Main? Yes, dear Oscar. Dear dead days. I suppose you've already heard of all the wild tales of my lurid past, Mr. Sedley. Oh, no, Mr. Main, I assure you I... I don't believe that Father Bentham has ever caught me in a very reminiscing mood, have you, Father? But since you were one, baby, thicker here, Mr. Sedley, perhaps it would be better if you heard the truth from me. Mr. Main, don't think I... All the truth is wild enough. It all began, I suppose, when John Gaylord gave me my first speaking part. That was so too far ago to tell. My hair was a little darker. My voice was not quite as rich as it is now. Try four more silvery, perhaps. John and Nell gathered for the leads, and my part, well, it was one of those obscure little parts that no one pays any attention to until some obscure little actress comes along and makes the start of a career with it. It was then that I first experienced what will always be to me in all the range of human feelings, the supreme exaltation when you hear the whole frenzied applause of an audience for you, for you alone. Come in, John. Simply marvelous. Thank you, John. Such a little fool. A fool? I've told you to play the part down, but it's getting worse and worse. Tonight she's absolutely furious. She's going to make trouble for you, Madeline. Trouble? What kind of trouble? Oh, you don't know Nellie Garrett. But I know my audience, don't I? Oh, Madeline, you're so young and foolish and so beautiful. Why, thank you, John. So terribly beautiful. Oh, John, you're leading up to it again, aren't you? Oh, Madeline, this play isn't going to last forever. Even you can't keep it alive much longer. Mighty, why do we make plans together now? We could have our own company. As the great John Gaylord and Mrs. Gaylord? No, no, of course not. Why, in a couple of years, you'd be as famous as Nell Garrett herself. Perhaps I don't want to wait a couple of years. Besides, John, I don't love you. Oh, well, do you love anyone? No, but when I marry it will be... Oh, it will be an up-and-coming young member of Parliament like you. Some of you must know where she is. You're in for it now, Madeline. Right away. No. So there you are, my friend. Don't go easy, Miss Garrett. She's meant no harm. No harm indeed. She has merely ruined my entire last act curtain for 29 consecutive performances, hoisting her skirts clear above the ankle, ogling the stalls like a music hall gretchen. It's only because it's that kind of a problem. Oh, is it indeed? Well, as long as I play the lead in this company, I will not have my best speech in the whole play utterly ruined by rowdy applause for the gutter antics at a half-baked ensue. Oh, Nell, please, you're making a fool of yourself. And while we're on the subject, Mr. Gaylord, there are a few points I should like to discuss with you. When you help Miss Tremaine down from the swing in the second act, there's no need for you to keep your arm around her during the entire remainder of the scene. I'll admit that she appears ready to swoon at any moment. But one peep show performance is quite enough for an evening in Drury Lane. Well, really, Miss Garrett, if you can no longer hold either your audiences or your lovers... You cheat! Nell, I won't let the will of my own... I'll kill you for that, Nell, Garrett. If I die for it, I'll kill you. I left the theater and walked aimlessly out into the night. My eyes blinded with tears. Young, yes, foolish as I was, I believed my poor little heart was truly broken. For I knew that Nell Garrett could ruin me with every theater manager in London, and I knew she would. How long I wandered through those misty streets or where, or even what I did, I shall never know. But just as dawn was breaking, I found myself by some odd twist of fate passing by the lodgings of John Gaylord. On a sudden impulse, I climbed the steps to his door. Yes, Madeline. Hello, John. My darling, did anyone see you? See me. Come in, come in. Where have you been? Just walking. Good Lord. Alone? Yes, why? Don't you know? Yes, John, I'm afraid I do my career. Your career? Oh, my poor child. John, what is it? Don't you know that Nell Garrett's been found dead with a knife in her back? Dead! Murdered. Oh, John! The police have been looking all over London for you. I've been expecting them here every moment. For me? Of course for you. But why? Madeline, last night you threatened to kill her in front of a dozen witnesses. Why wouldn't they be looking for you? Now, Madeline, listen to me, listen to me now. Where did you go? What did you do? Didn't anyone see you? Did you talk to anyone? No, no. But you've got to tell them something. What can I tell them something? Because if you don't, they'll... John! Yes, yes, they'll hang you, Madeline. Please, Madeline, you've got to think, try to remember something. I'm so lonely. If only I had a friend like that. Have got a friend, Madeline. I'm your friend, believe me. Not someone who loved me enough to at least say they were with me. Madeline! Oh. Who is it? Inspector Tullis. Scotland Yard. Madeline, in there. Quickly, in the bedroom. John! Don't worry. I'll tell them something. I'll hurry. I'm coming. I'm sorry to rouse you at this early hour, sir. But all right, sir. Come in. You are Mr. John Gaylord? Yes. Are you Mr. Gaylord's company, Drury Lane? Yes. Can you tell me, Mr. Gaylord, anything of the whereabouts of Miss Madeline Tremaine? Madeline Tremaine? Yes. Why, I... Did you call me, darling? Oh, excuse me. Who is this lady, Mr. Gaylord? Well, who are you? I'm from the police, madam. Police? There's been a murder. Miss Nell Garrett at the Queen's Company was found stabbed in her home last night. Nell Garrett? Do you know her? Well, of course this is... I'm afraid, madam, that I shall have to ask you for your name. I am Madeline Tremaine. I'm so sorry that you find me somewhat in disarray. Miss Tremaine, I'm afraid I shall also have to ask you to account for your whereabouts after you left the theatre last night. Very well. Mr. Gaylord can account for my whereabouts. Well, Mr. Gaylord? I... You see, Inspector, it's rather a delicate matter because since I left the theatre last night, I've... I've been here. Is that true, Mr. Gaylord? Yes. Quite true, Inspector. Ah, I see. Is that satisfactory, Inspector? Yes, yes. Well, I don't think I need trouble you any further for the moment. I quite understand your position, Inspector. It's a terrible, terrible thing. Well, good day to you. Good day, sir. Oh, Madeline. Yes, John? Madeline, you shouldn't have done it. Why, they'll have the scandal all over every newspaper in the city. But a scandal is better than a hanging, isn't it? Oh, but there must have been some other way. Now they'll tell you to shreds. They won't have you in anything better than a music hall for the rest of your life. John, there won't be any scandal if... If what? John, it wasn't just my tiff with Nell Gaylord that sent me wandering through the fog last night. I was thinking about something much more serious. What do you mean? I was thinking about what you said. What I had said? John, perhaps I don't really love you yet, but there's no one else. And you're the finest, kindest man I've ever known. Madeline. And now perhaps you've saved my life. Oh, Madeline, I love you more than anything else in this world, but I wouldn't have you marry me for gratitude. I wouldn't marry any man for gratitude. Madeline, if I would have told you that I wasn't here last night either, that I couldn't explain my whereabouts. Oh, I see. Would you still marry me? Yes, John. I will marry you. Suspense Roma Wines are bringing you Angela Lansbury in A Thing of Beauty. Roma Wines' presentation tonight in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills. Suspense! Between the acts of suspense, this is Truman Bradley for Roma Wines. Whether you serve wine infrequently or often, enjoy the better taste of Roma Wines. Yes, Roma Wines give you more pleasure with every sip. 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It is a tale told to two clergymen in a darkened room, a tale well calculated to keep them and you in suspense. Shall I continue, gentlemen? Oh yes, please do, Mr. Maine. It's most absorbing. Indeed it is. Really? I hope you don't mind the lights turned off. It's the storm. I suppose I am a sort of an elemental creature, but I always love to sit here and have it dark when it's stormy outside. Not at all. Well then, our marriage was a very happy one, perhaps not entirely in the high tradition of grand passion, but a thoroughly comfortable, civilized relationship, until something happened which is so often a tragic feature of wedded life between two stage personalities. You see, for the first two seasons, John and I always played together, and then managers began to ask for me alone, what could I do? I was young, just reaching the peak of my career. John was past his prime and popularity, and so at last he had no longer even tried to have a career, but lived along on false hopes and idle dreams and tiresome reminiscences and who, well, took up those little hobbies to pass the time away. Oh, a little stout. It was very difficult for both of us. And then, for me, came the time and opportunity that every actress dreams of. Men were there. Hello, Susette, I've got the most wonderful news, the most wonderful, wonderful news. That you, Madeline? I'll tell you all about it later. We men were there. Yes, John? Come in here a little bit. I'll show you something. Where are you? I'm in here in the den. Oh, good heavens, now what? I thought I'd keep it a secret, but I had my first exhibit, but I couldn't wait. I've taken up etching. Yes. Oh, here. What's that? You. What? Well, it's only the copper plate, of course. You see, the whole principle of etching, Madeline, I'll go. What's the matter? You almost knocked over that vat of nitric acid. One drop of that on your beautiful white skin and would burn a hole right through you. Well, if you must have that sort of thing around, darling. Well, of course, that's the whole thing. You see, the sketch simply scrapes the wax off the copper plate. Then you drop it in the acid. Well, that's very interesting, darling, but... Oh, yes. Well, tell me, what happened in town? Anything? Anything. Everything. Plans, eh? Anyone ask for me? Oh, yes, everyone ask for you, John. I told them you were well. No, I mean, well, I thought there might be a couple of decent places for a change. I might consider something. John, John, darling, how are you on Romeo? Romeo? Yes, you see, Maxwell has finally asked me to do a Shakespeare repertory. And high time, by the way. I'm starting in Romeo and Juliet, and I need... Why didn't you tell me Romeo? We'll be a sensation. It's just the very thing I need. Oh, I can do it all right. Take off a little weight, brush up in the lines. I've done it before, you know. I know, John, darling. Oh, you're the dearest wife and the best friend a man ever had. You know, lately I've actually wanted sometimes if you might not think I wasn't. Oh, my darling. I know, John, but don't count too heavily on this. I'm not quite sure yet. The things will work out. Work out? How else can they work out but perfect? Very well. I'd like to begin reading here at home first. Tomorrow evening. Again, from yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Got it. No. Yet I should kill thee with too much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest? Yes, yes. Yes, but you see, on those last, you should really already be moving off the stage. You don't want to make too much of them after all. The scene really ends when Juliet leaves the balcony. I know, but you can't just throw them away, Madeline, dear. Those are very famous lines. Yes, but, John, we mustn't think so much in terms of lines as a performance. Pardon me, Madeline. Yes, Susette. Monsieur Alexandre Duncan is here. Yes, show him in. We met, Madeline. Helen Duncan, what's that young ham coming around for? Well, John, I've been meaning to tell you. Hello, Madeline. Hello, Alec. You know my husband. Oh, yes, of course. How'd you do, Mr. Tremaine? The name is Gailor. Oh, yes. Of course, Mr. Gailor. Well, I say, aren't I the luckiest fellow in the world? Are you? John, you've been playing Romeo opposite Madeline Tremaine. Oh, Madeline, when I got your cable, I could hardly believe it. I jumped on the boat without even packing a bag. Is something wrong? John, I've been trying to tell you, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings. If I've interrupted something. No, no, it's all right, Alec. John, please don't make a scene. I had to have someone to rehearse with me until Alec got here. And I knew you wouldn't be the slightest help to me if you thought... Oh, John, why must you make an issue of this? I've always known you're a thoughtful, selfish woman. But I never would have believed that you could do anything quite so vile. How dare you speak to me that way? You didn't really think that a man with a 40-inch waistline and double chin could ever play Romeo, did you? Madeline, I say... Get out of here. Get out! Get out! Get out! I see. Oh, I have to go and apologize, I suppose. John, I want to talk to you. John? Madeline, be careful of that ass. Oh, John, I'm terribly sorry for what I said. It was beastly of me, and I... Oh, it's quite all right, Madeline. Oh, John, I knew you'd see it that way when you came to see it. Yes, because you see I am going to play Romeo. Oh, really, John? Must we go through it all over again? Madeline, I've forgiven and forgotten a lot of things since we've been married. I pushed you out in front. I've given you the spotlight. Watch your regard for me become somewhat less than for your servant, if somewhat more than for your dog. John, now look here. But this, if only for my self-respect, I will not allow the dangle before my eyes the thing that I wanted most in all the world except your beauty that I gave it up for. The thing I've been wanting so much I didn't dare admit it to myself. And then to have you snatch it from me, no matter, no, no. Waste lines and double chins can be concealed, but a mean spirit never. This one thing you can do for me, and you will. John, really, you've been a fool. You see, I've always known that you married me to save your career and to keep my mouth shut. But there's one thing you haven't known. Where I was, the night Nell Garrett was murdered. Where were you? I was at Nell Garrett's home. Well, that explains quite a number of things, doesn't it, John? Well, where did you get that gun? I always thought someday I might need one. Don't come near me, John. Very well, John, I warned you. You monster! He sank to the floor. He hurled the bowl of acid in my face. It was a frightful thing. Of course, it was self-defense. And I was never even brought to trial. Particularly when I told that it was he who killed poor Nell Garrett. But I suffered a complete nervous collapse. I suppose I never really recovered. And yet, Providence always seems kind to leave something to be thankful for, even in the worst of tragedies. Because, you know, not a single drop of acid ever touched me. I suppose if it had, I should be horribly disfigured to this day. Well, have I bored you, Mr. Zedling? Oh, no. Oh, no, Mr. Mane. Goodness gracious. Well, Madeline, the storm is almost over. I think we'd best push on. Must you? Well, excuse me for just a moment. Oh, of course, Madeline. Oh, my word. The poor woman. Yes, yes. I see. Look here. What is it? This mirror. It's not a mirror at all. It has a picture pasted in it. The photograph that's in the study. Oh, poor Madeline. Father Bentham, my mother would like to speak with you a moment before you go. Oh, yes, yes, of course. Very well. I'll only be a moment, Zedling. This way, Father. Thank you. Ah, Father. Well, Madeline. You may turn the lights on, Zed, as you go. Amen, Madeline. So that is your young curate, Father Bentham. Yes, do you like him? He seems like a dear boy, but... But what, Madeline? I'm afraid I can't see him again. Madeline, why? Well, I don't want to hurt his feelings. But it would not be the same. You have been my only true friend in all these years. And when you are gone, I would rather be alone again. I'm sorry, sir. But Mrs. Stoets is outside. Her little girl is dying in which he heard you were here. Go away. Madeline. Go away. Go, both. Come, sir. Go away. Go away. Good Lord. It was too much for her. Yes. Oh, she killed them both, of course. The woman and her husband. Oh, I think I always must have known it. All these years, she's lived a lie. Yes, but that's not the lie that's hurt her. It was the acid. Acid? Didn't you see her face, sir? You forget, my boy, that I am blind. She has no face. A Spence. Presented by Roma Wines. R-O-M-A, Roma. America's favorite wines. Before we hear again from Angela Lansbury, star of tonight's suspense play, this is Truman Bradley reminding you that in Roma wine, you enjoy an important difference, an extra dividend of pleasure in fuller bouquet, richer body, and better taste. Yes, Roma wines taste better, because Roma selects better tasting wines from the world's greatest wine reserves. Discover for yourself why more Americans enjoy Roma than any other wine. This weekend, serve Roma California Burgundy or Sautern with dinner. You'll agree that Roma is a premium wine in everything but price. And now, Angela Lansbury. Hello. I've had many a thrill myself listening to suspense, but I hope we were able to send a few chills up and down your spines tonight. I'm sure next week's program will, when Roma wines bring you Hume Cronin in Make Mad the Guilty. It's a real thriller, so don't miss it. Good night. Angela Lansbury appeared through arrangement with Metro Golden Mayor producers of High Barboury, starring Van Johnson and June Allison. Tonight's suspense play was written by Robert Richards from an original story by Elizabeth Heaston Heisch. Next Thursday, same time, you will hear Mr. Hume Cronin called Suspense, produced and directed by William Spear for the Roma Wine Company of Fresno, California. In the coming weeks, suspense will present such stars as June Havoc, Vincent Price, Marsha Hunt and others. Make it a point to listen each Thursday to suspense, Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills. A famous name presents a great experience in taste luxury. 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