 Pommelie Bushless and Pommelie Wilder Shaving Cream presents Inner Sanctum Mystery, starring Mary Aster. Being friends of the Inner Sanctum. This is your host, Raymond, welcoming you through the squeaking door. Well, we're having a game. Use the cow here tonight. Featuring, of course, only haunting melodies. But I'm afraid none of the performers will get a hand unless it's a cold one. It's so hard to applaud after rigor mortis has set in. But you can come in and set in too. There are plenty of seats available. And if there's nothing left in the orchestra, we can give you a box. Tonight's Inner Sanctum Story, Melody of Death, is an original radio play by Robert Talman and Robert Sloan. It stars the famous movie actress Mary Aster in the role of Anne. It is directed by Hyman Brown. It's after a fierce night through the courtesy of Metro Goldwood Mayer. Men Inner Sanctum Mysteries ask you to shave with Pommelie Bushless and Pommelie Wilder Shaving Cream. Either Pommelie Brushless or Pommelie Wilder Shaving Cream gives you the cleanest, most comfortable shave you ever had, free from razor burn or mail the carton top to us and we'll refund your money. Have you a little gypsy in your home, one with a gold ring in his ear and a magic violin in his hand? Well, if he's anything like a fellow named Henrique, don't let him play an encore of the Melody of Death. Like a spider web floating in mid-air, Death hangs over the room where Anne is talking to her beloved David. Gasly quiet she summons the last ounce of ebbing strength to speak to him of love. Don't leave me alone here, David. I'm afraid. Just hold me in your arms. In a few minutes, all these... David, what's that on your hand? Blood. How did you get... Oh yes, I remember now. The cat. The cat with the yellow eye. It was the music that started the whole thing, wasn't it, David? I remember now. But even in double tapping, Henrique the Gypsy violinist came over to our table. Signorita's very happy this evening, no? You don't need your gypsy magic to tell you that, do you, Henrique? Signorita's going to be married, no? You got it? Play for us, Henrique. You know that you and I like so much. Lot in Felicia? Yes, that's the one. Oh, I'm sorry, Signorita. I cannot play that melody for you. Not this evening. Why not? You will say it is foolish gypsy superstition. Perhaps, but in my tribe it is believed that for a girl newly betrothed to hear this music is bad luck. Very bad. What kind of bad luck? Because if she hears this music at such a time, she will never stop hearing it. It will haunt her from that time forward. And her heart will follow the music and she will do what the music means her to do. Even kill her lover if the music tells her to. Well, I'll take a chance on that, Henrique. Very well then. I will play, but never say Henrique did not warn you. What is it? That cat watching from the doorway. Look at its eyes. You'll arise. Darling, you're so strange this evening. Something wrong? Something terribly wrong, David. The music and that cat watching from the doorway like... like this. Hey! Take me out of here quickly, David. I'm afraid. Well, of course, darling. I'm sorry, David. I couldn't help myself. I felt I had to get out of there. I... You'd what, darling? And what's happened to you? Why do you look at me so strangely? I don't know. I keep thinking of what Henrique said about that melody. There was bad luck for me. I would never stop hearing it. It would haunt me and I would do its bidding. Even kill. And stop it. Get hold of yourself. I'm tired, I guess. You'd better take me. I walked away from the cafe that evening. I was like a person in a hypnotic trance. I kept hearing that melody in my head. You too? No. No, I won't listen to it. Even kill your lover if the music kills you. No. I love David. He'll help me to forget. No one can help you now and yellow eyes watching from the... Like this. Fought it. Fought it with all my strength, but it was no use. The music called me irresistibly back to that dingy little cafe. To Henrique. And to the cat with the yellow eyes. The cat that belonged to Lubos, a man I'd never seen. He has come back. I knew you would. It was the music wasn't it? The music told you to come. How did you know? You did not tell you it would be so. The other night, when you told the legend about that melody, something happened inside my head. And when you played it, it sounded so strange to me. And after that... You hear it all the time. Yes. I thought if I could hear the melody played again, maybe it would lift the spell. I'd do anything, anything to stop this thing that's torturing me. What do you know about torture? You hear music in your head. What do you know what it means to hate him and to your stomach turns inside out from hatred? And to work for that man and having watched you every minute and when he's not here, that cat of his, that devil of a black cat, watching me with those yellow eyes. Why do you hate Lubos so much? Why do you hear music in your head? Who can tell about these things? There are devils in both of us. I will help you kill your devil. If you will help me kill Lubos. You're mad. You don't know what you're saying. He lives in Gondaus. The address is 117 Green Street. Take the cat with you and tell the druggist you want chloroform to get rid of the cat. Where is he? The janitor will let you in. Stop it! Stop it! I won't listen to any more of this. The music will tell you where he's dying. The melody, the melody. No, no. I won't listen to it. I won't. But you are least able to wait, aren't you? You can't help yourself. And you will do what the music tells you to do. Won't you? No. No, I won't. What is the music telling you to do? To kill Lubos. And you will do it. Won't you? What can I do for you? A bottle of chloroform, please. Well, that's a handsome cat you've got there, miss. It's a shame you're putting him out of the way. It has to be done. He has a stomach infection, quite incurable. Well, those things will happen. Your miss, that will be 38 cents plus tax. Put the chloroform. How do you know? Just because. Over there. I'm looking for Senior Lubos. I've brought his cat home. I live next door to the cafe and... All right, all right. He's the first door at the top of the landing. Don't make no more noise on the stairs than you can help. Oh, come on and help her. I'll be close by swinging on my squeaky door. You know, I just love to swing on their door. It makes such a nice sound. Listen. Why do I like the sound? Because it reminds me of painful scratchy rays ever. Man, when you talk to your face with razor burn, don't just blame your razor blade. Instead, try palm only brushless. That smooth, easy to spread won't clog your razor shave cream. 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I had plunged a knife into a man's throat and stood there watching while he died in agony and went calmly home. You were waiting outside my door, David. And where have you been? Um... But, Anne, the dress and your gloves. Well, David, it looks like... It looks like blood, Anne. It is blood. But I don't... where did it come from? You mean you don't know? Maybe it was on the seat of the taxi. Maybe somebody cut themselves in there before I... Maybe the driver had carried an accident case to the hospital. But why should you follow me into my flat in the middle of the night and question me like this? What right have you... Maybe you've forgotten that this was our wedding day. I waited at City Hall until I was thrown out. Oh, wedding day. Oh, David. What happened, Anne? Well, I... I don't remember exactly. Don't remember. No, that tune has been running through my head. This morning it got suddenly worse. I was desperate about it. I thought maybe if I went back to our reek and had it played again I might be able to get it out of my mind. Well, what happened, Anne? What is it, Anne? Music. That's melody. Don't you hear it? I don't hear anything. Lubos was murdered a little while ago. A woman wearing a navy blue suit and white gloves went up to his room on the pretext of taking his cap to it. He tried to chlorophon him and failing that she stabbed him in the throat with his own knife. No, no, I couldn't have done a thing like that, David. I... There it is again. Can't you hear it? Anne, there's nothing to hear. It's just in your mind. I don't know what happened tonight, and I don't want to know. But one thing is certain. This man has you under a hypnotic spell. We've got to fight this thing somehow. This music you hear... Be quiet, David. It's time to tell me something. To make you remember that you killed Lubos. Before it's too late. Oh, no. Not even for the music. Not even the music can make me do that, Anne. Anne, what do you say, Anne? Oh, it's all right. It's gone away now. It was trying to get me to kill you, David. Oh, Anne, darling, what has he done to you? David, it's the music. Then why did you say I'll reek just now when you were talking to the music? I don't know. It's the music that talks. But it's always our reek's voice. Did our reek's voice tell you to kill Lubos? Yes. I remember now, David. Yes, even buying the chloroform. But I don't feel guilty. You aren't guilty. Now, look to what I tell you, Anne. Take off these clothes and burn them. I'm going to lock you in here. You hear the music again? Fight it. Fight it with all your strength. I'll be back here in an hour. When you see me come in that door, you'll know that that music of yours has been silenced forever. Where are you going? To kill Ulrich. So you have come to Kibble because I've put his selfish fears on your beloved. Excuse me, what a joke in your head. No joke, Ulrich. A man was murdered a while ago by you. I thought it was proven that Lubos was murdered by a woman. Besides, I was playing my violin in the cafe at the time of the murder. While Anne, under your hypnotic spell, was doing your dirty work. Nonsense. He was getting the throat with the knife belonging to Manuela Rosales, a 50-woman with whom he had quarreled. Do not worry, my friend. I've composed a new melody. Would you like to hear it, sir? Go ahead, Ulrich. I'm listening. You must look at me while I play. Look at my eyes. It makes me play better. Well, what's the idea? What do you want me to do? Kill her! Kill your fiancee! Stop it! Stop it, Ulrich! I'm killing her! I am under the spell of your music. Can I? I'll cut the music out of your soul. Help me, Ulrich. You are making a terrible mistake. Your music now, Ulrich. And now that Ulrich is dead, we can go back to what we were before. We can be married. That's what you're trying to say to me, isn't it, David? Why not, Anne? Why not? Because when you opened the door and came back into this room a few moments ago, music was still playing. Not playing now, is it, Anne? Is it? No, not now. Oh, David, take me in your arms, darling. Tell me it's all right. Tell me again so I'll really believe you. It was just a bad dream, wasn't it, David? They never really existed, did they? Ulrich can noose in the cat with the yellow eyes. Of course not, darling. Of course it was just a dream. David! It's all right, darling. I saved you with the black cat. You have to follow me home. You see, it's really quite friendly. Go ahead, darling, hurry. All right, David. All right, David. You see, it's just an ordinary cat. Yes. Yes, of course. Take the letter opener. The letter opener of the day. Go and give it to me. Yes, of course. Anne, you're not hearing it again, are you? Anne! Is that the music again? Oh, no, David. It's just I've been crying so much. I think I'd better fix my makeup. Be a darling and bring my face with you. It's in the bedroom in the top drawer of the bureau. Sure. I'll be back in a second. I'll take the letter opener and follow you. That's still ramming in the bureau drawer. That poor fool. Put that knife away! No, David, it's no use. I can't fight it any longer. I must kill you! Anne, don't! Oh, David! Anne, darling, speak to me. I didn't mean to do it. I tried to grab your arm. That's all the point of the letter opener turned into this. It's all right. I'll give it up. Oh, no, David. Please don't leave me. It's better this way. If I lived, I'd have to kill you. The music would make me do it. And there might be others. I've hesitated. It's better this way. Oh, Anne. Anne. It's the music, David. A melody more beautiful than life itself. Listen to it. Melody of death. Speaking of melodies, I want that little number for our concert we're giving in the lower chamber of music society. As a matter of fact, I want our rig to fiddle around. And I want... Oh, Steve, send your shaving cream. 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