 And now the Mollye Mystery Theater, presented by M-O-L-L-E. Xavier Brushless Shaving Cream for top whiskers or a tender skin. The program that presents the best in mystery and detective fiction. Tonight's story by Paul Monash entitled The Four Fatal Jugglers and starring Alan Hewitt has its own peculiar prescription for mystery. The ingredients? Well, take four people, mix them together lightly in an isolated place, add a dash or two of mutual hatred, let them juggle that hatred back and forth until it erupts into murder. And you have the four fatal jugglers. Well, Mr. Barnes, setting the stage for murder. Four fatal jugglers. That makes me shiver to think of it. Just as I shiver a bit to think of a fellow all set to shave tough whiskers or a tender skin without Mollye. Yes, when you start juggling that razor in the morning, you want Mollye, because it's the slow, slow, slick, slick shave you're getting with M-O-L-E. The heavier Brushless Shaving Cream for tough whiskers or a tender skin. Try it. Mollye. Now for tonight's Mollye Mystery, The Four Fatal Jugglers starring Alan Hewitt. Well, it's on your mind, Gordon. Ah, come on in. Close the papers for the Mendoza and Blanque. That's it, Dave. I work on this dance. That's where your job begins. The courtroom, the press, the admirers, the glory. Oh, you're not going to start in on that again, are you, Gordon? Not in on what? An old song and dance about me getting all the glory in this partnership. Me being Dave Copeland, brilliant young attorney. Why, you know those tears when you think of it. You sitting here in your office, working, working, working, the brains behind the mouth. My boy, something's eating you. You were born with a handsome face, a quick tongue and a well-developed larynx. I, well, I have other gifts. Good Lord, Dave. What's wrong with you? Nothing. Nothing at all. And stop looking at me as if you hate me. I hate you? Why do you always insist on twisting things around less and less? Listen, Dave, we've been partners for ten years. I like you and I flatter myself that you like me. It's just that, well, we've both had problems with me. It's been Lydia. Yes, I know that. She's been insisting on a divorce. She says she's in love with someone else. It's cruel. It hurts to hear someone you're mad about say that. Yeah, sure, I know. And Dave, I've got a confession to make. Confession? About six months ago, when Lydia first began to talk divorce, I hired a detective. Huh? What's the matter, Dave? Well, nothing's the matter. Well, I thought... Well, here's the confession, Dave, and it's a nasty one. That detective told me you were the man Lydia was in love with. Me? Oh, I knew it was impossible. You're married. You have a wonderful wife, a great boy. You're not the kind of a guy I would do as friend, dirt. When the detective told me my first reaction, never mind that, Dave, it's all water under the bridge. What do you mean, water under the bridge? If you suspect me of having anything to do with Lydia... I told you, I don't think anything of the kind. Oh, Lydia's attractive and all that, but you're my friend, Dave, you're my partner. Oh, look, look, how about a drink? No, no thanks, not now. What, Dave? I'm looking. Are we friends? Of course we are. Then friends, Quarrow, but essentially friends agree. We've been close for a long time, Dave, and I want us to stay that way, so... Look, here's an idea. You know my place on the lake? I've heard you talk about it. I'm going up there this afternoon for the weekend. Lydia's got things to do in town, and I thought it'd be a good idea for you to come along. Well, I think of it an island right smack in the middle of the lake, complete isolation. The ducks will be flying over this time of year. We can bring them down in dozens. But I don't have any stuff here. I can take... Oh, you go home now, and I'll drive by and pick you up in, say, two hours at five? How's that? Well, you don't even give a guy. We'll be up there by 7.30. Cook ourselves a nice dinner. Ah, the life. Really? I guess I might as well. Ah, it's a boy, Dave. You'll love it. I give you my word. You'll never want to get off the island. Hey, Bob, good long talk. There's a lot to explain more than I can say over the phone. Bob, I've got a suggestion to make. Go ahead. I want you to come up to my place on the island this weekend. This weekend? My partner, Dave Copeland. I'll have him. He's going to be there, but he won't be in the way for long. Why don't we just get together in town? Ah, this way we can do some other things. A little hunting, for instance. Hunting? For what? Well, for ducks, ostensibly. Ostensibly? Did I say ostensibly? I meant obviously. Obviously. Just what are you doing home now? Just want to give you the good news that I'll be away this weekend. Oh, I'm on a verge of tears. Yeah, I thought you would be. I'm not dissing you, however. I'm just going up to the island for the weekend with a couple of people you know. Who? Interested? Well, one of them is your dear brother, Bob. And the other, no one other than, say, what rhymes with other? Lover. Yes, lover. That's all this nonsense. Oh, nothing, nothing. I was just going to mention that I'm also taking up Dave Copeland. Dave? He's never been up there. Has he? You and your filthy mind. I've trained legal mind, my dear. Oh, we're going to have a cozy time all three of us sitting around the fire going out hunting. Hunting? Certainly, Doc. Things like that. Oh, no. No, I know... Oh, Lydia, you don't think... Oh, Lydia, no. How could you? I know what you're up to. You don't have to die. I'm your own husband. Why, you are. You're a horrible son. How could you? How could you? He told me you're going up to the island with him. Yes, that's right. Dave, you mustn't go. You can't go up there with him. Why shouldn't I go? Because he hates you. And I hate him too, so what? What if I can't? No, just a second, Lydia. I told you before... He once told me that if he ever wanted to commit a murder, a hunting accident... Would be the way... Copeland's coming along too. I'm expecting him any minute. Bob, you can't. You can't let them go. Look, oh, yes. I want to ask you something. Yes? About Dave Copeland. I know you're in love with him. Well... Oh, I get around and hear things. But I also heard something else which disturbs me. What? I heard that Dave Copeland has been just kidding you along. It's a lie. I heard it from someone I trusted. I don't care where you heard it. It's not true. I hope you're right because you're my sister and the way I feel right now. Please, Bob. Let's not talk about it. Well, then it is true. No, no. I don't care what's true or what isn't true. Just don't let them go there. Don't let them go? Why not? Because Gordon... He wants to use hunting as an excuse, a blind to kill someone. I thought he made that quite evident. Why, he might even want to kill me. You? But don't worry about me. That thing... Hunting, it works both ways. That's what he said. He? Who, Gordon? No. Yes. Oh, please. I'm so confused. Just promise me you won't go. But you'll stop Dave from going. Nonsense, Lydia. I wouldn't do that for anything. After all, a chance like this comes only once in a lifetime. And that was act one of the four people jugglers. I can think of pleasanter situations than being on that island with three potential killers. Now, say, and so can I, Mr. Barnes, a pleasant shave with Moley. Now that's the situation that I want listeners to arrange for themselves. Because Moley is the heavier brushless shaving cream for tough whiskers or a tender skin. Because Moley is heavier, it not only softens your whiskers, it stands them up straight while your razor cuts them off close and clean. With Moley, you shave faster, closer, easier, and you shave painlessly. Try it. See, if you don't say, it's smooth. It's a smooth, smooth, quick, slate shave. You're gassed with M-O-M. The heavier brushless shaving cream for tough whiskers or a tender skin. Now this is Jeffrey Barnes returning you to act two of the four people jugglers. Gas going around curves get better traction that way. Never mind that. Slow it down with him. Yeah, this is getting better. We want to get there by dark. I hate to drive at the dark. Keep this up and you won't have a chance. Well, you got to saw a kill. Get your... I can't go in a canoe. Why not? You know I can't swim. Those things can go over. Just sit in the middle of the boat and nothing will happen. All right, Bob? I guess so, but I... And even if it does go over, I can rescue you. Can't I? How about you, Bob? Think you'll like it here? Well, it looks all right. Well, go on. You guys throw away your stuff and I'll fix up something to eat. Something to eat? Well, sure. We got to eat, don't we? I'm so hungry I can eat a horse. How about you, Dave? I could eat, I guess. But, say, Gordon, let me rustle up the ground. No, no, Dave. Let's make that my job, what do you say? You guys haven't ever had any of my cooking. I'll make you some grub that you'll never forget. Gordon, I'm the best bachelor cook you ever saw. Just let me handle that skill. No, no, Bob. I've had ten years watching my wife in the kitchen. I'd like to see what I've earned. Dave, no experimenting on us. I'm the host. It's only fair that I should labor over this hot kerosene stove. Boy, you guys are really casting a horrible reflection on my cooking. The way you act, one would think you're afraid you couldn't survive. You think so? Yes. You want to form a defensive alliance against Gordon. You feel the way I do that Gordon has some purpose in bringing us up here. I don't know what he has against me. He's a strange guy. But I know he already is a brother and perhaps he blames you for the divorce. Oh, sure. If he doesn't blame you, that is. What do you mean? Skip it, Dave. I know you've been going around with my sister. Why? I don't bother to deny it. The only thing I want to know is what are you going to do about her? I don't bother to deny it. The only thing I want to know is what are you going to do about her? Do about her? What do you expect me to do? She's getting a divorce. She's setting herself free. What about you? No, listen, Bob. I don't see where this is any of your business. I'm aware of all that. But I'm a few years older than Lydia. And I've been taking care of my sister for quite some time. She's giving up a lot because she thinks she loves you. What about you? I don't have to discuss this with you. All right. I think you made yourself clear. I'm going to turn in soon. I'd like to be kind of fresh and steady when we go hunting tomorrow. Then I say, Bob, wait a second. Stop it. Stop me. I'm getting killed. I rented a car and drove up here. There was a robot at the landing. Well, you just take that robot and get off this island. Dave, no, I can't. I won't go unless you come with me. And if you love me. I don't love you. Dave. I thought I made that pretty clear. I've been a fool, haven't I? You were just a little bored with your marriage. So were you. And so we got together. But good Lord, why does it have to be blown up into some great Shakespearean tragedy? Why can't we just let the whole thing be finished over? Because I'm in love with you, Dave. I was. Well, that's fine. You were? No, you're not. Why don't we just be friends? Surely we've got the basis of a friendship. Friendship? You think I would ever like you? No. No, you just don't understand. Do you? Please forget it, can't you? No, I can't. You don't know me. You never have because you're always so concerned with yourself. No, Dave, no. I'm going to make you as unhappy as you're making me at this moment. The town. I'm going to make you pay for this. You sound like something out of a cheap novel. Cheap? I'm going to make you look cheap. I'm going to make you so miserable you'll wish it. Stop the mic, huh? Go on. I like to hear your love as well. Go on. Tell him the rest. Tell him you'll make him wish he'd never been born. Go on, listen. My friend. Go on, dear wife. Finish your farewell address. You mustn't let me interrupt you. I never have till now. Oh, Lord, how I hate men. All of you. Oh, now, let's not go to extremes. They're a good and bad in every sex, I always say. You certainly got a peculiar sense of humor. Hey, what the devil is? Lydia, what in the name? Your sister decided to pay us a little visit. Very thoughtful of her. Lydia, I don't know why you've come here. But go back to the city. Now, do you hear? Oh, yes, I hear. But I'm not going. And quite right you are, my dear. We'll put you up in the bunk room and Bob and Dave and I can sleep in the main room. You're being here with us could enliven what might possibly but not probably have been a dull weekend. Ah, yes, Lydia. Now that I think of it, I'm very glad you came. I'm going to get Lydia up. What for? I want to get her out of here. Oh, you can do that when we come back from hunting. No, I want to get her out of here right now. Condition? But actually it's caused by a germ called Pityrosporum ovale. Now, the only way you can get real relief is to destroy this germ. And simply washing or brushing away loose dandruff won't do it. But double dandrine will. Yes, double dandrine really works because it gets at the cause of this dandruff and kills it. Actually kills the germ on contact. Results with double dandrine have been remarkable even in many stubborn cases. And the thing that makes double dandrine so amazingly effective is a special ingredient, an active antiseptic that's so wonderfully efficient, many hospitals use it. In double dandrine, we call it Alvan. So stop trying to combat this dandruff with ineffective methods that actually are no better than plain water. Use double dandrine and destroy the cause. Get double dandrine tomorrow. Your money back if not satisfied. Life, isn't it? Of course it's my life, but don't be absurd. I didn't kill her. Bob, you don't think I killed her? Well, Gordon, didn't you? Oh, I spat. Why should I? Why? I know what you're both thinking. No, you don't, Gordon. I'm going for the police. You stay here with her. I'll go across the lake. No, you won't. You think we're going to let you make a getaway? I'm not trying to make a getaway, Dave. One of the two of you killed her. Yes, stay where you are. Why the devil did you get that revolver? I brought it up with me. Just in case. You're not going to keep me here, Dave. Not a victim to your tender mercies. I'm going for the police. If you want to come with me, fine. If not, stay here. You know I can't swim. You know I can't go in that canoe with you. As a robot? Come on, if you want. Gordon, I warn you. Don't take another step. Oh, don't be melodramatic. All right, Gordon. You ask for it. You're off this island. We'll have to go to the police. You'll back me up. But, Bob, you will tell them just what happened. Yeah, you can depend on me. Let them know. Couldn't you swim out and get the robot and waste all that time? You just get up in front in the bow and sit steady. We'll be okay. Of course you had to. I'd have done the same thing. I'd been you. Sure you would. He was getting away. That's what he said. Could you imagine him calling the police after? After what? After he killed her. But he didn't kill her. What? I said he didn't kill her. But then that means you did. Would I care about my sister's murder? No, you got up in the middle of the night while we were sleeping. It was easy to take Gordon's knife. Oh, I see you still have the revolver. Yes. And I wouldn't miss it about eight feet. Funny, you hold it in your left hand. So what? I'm left-handed. It's a silly thing to be talking about at a time like this. Not so silly. You see, if you'll consider the position of my sister's bed in that room and the direction of the stab wound, you'd know that she was stabbed by a left-handed man. Very neat. And you figured it out. All by yourself. Only you're not going to be able to tell anyone else. You're not going to shoot me. I think not, sir. No, you can't. Because if you shoot me, I'll topple over. I'll capsize the canoe and you can't swim, Dave. You can't swim and you don't want to drown. That's a pretty horrible way of dying. So now give me the gun. Just throw it on the bottom. I'm going to rock the canoe, Dave. A little more each time. And if you don't throw the gun by the time I count five, I'm going to turn it over. Bob, you're wrong. Three! It's going to go, Dave. You're going to be drowned. Billy, stay, stop it. Four! This is it, Dave. Throw me the gun! Here, take it! That's it, Dave. That's showing good sense. Bob, listen up. I have to take my word. Keep quiet. I'm not interested. You know, you had me scared out there. Scared? I thought I'd never live to see you burn for killing Lydia and Gordon. But I bluffed you, Dave. Rock the canoe. You see? I don't know how to swim either. Final curtain. Tonight's mystery theater presentation of Paul Monash's The Four Fatal Jugglers. Be with us next week to hear a story entitled Check Number D131. The original music for the Mystery Theater was composed and conducted by Alexander Semmler. Alan Jewett was starred and John Sylvester, Charlotte Manson, and Grant Richards featured. Any resemblance between the names and characters used on Mystery Theater and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Two strikes on you from the start. Now, if you're often that tired and pale besides, your doctor may find you have a borderline anemia resulting from a ferronutritional blood deficiency. In that case, take ironized yeast tablets. They help build up your strength by building up your red blood cells. So take ironized yeast tablets to get back your energy, your enthusiasm, your healthy color. And now this is Dan Seymour again saying goodnight and inviting you to be with us again next week at this same time when the Mystery Theater presents Check Number D131 Broadcasting Company.