 And now, tonight's presentation of Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills, Suspense. The transcribed story of what happens when a trunk is bought at auction, contents unknown. We call it Going, Going, Gone. So now, starring Tom Brown and Eve McVeigh, here is tonight's suspense play, Going, Going, Gone. Very exciting by folks, very exciting. Wally? Wally, look! I found, I found, ladies and gentlemen, I'm lost. I found, ladies and gentlemen, that from the estate of Mrs. Dexter Jostlin. Since Mr. Jostlin's unfortunate disappearance last week, the executors have found a letter left by Mr. Jostlin, requesting us to sell his bill. Wally? Yes, sir. I'm going to bid on it. Mr. Jan, please be sensible. We already bought a lamp, two chairs, another original vase to my list at you. What do we want with a trunk? I won't go over ten dollars. Ten dollars, I should say. Oh, please, Lucky's got such lovely old stains. Please, it might be very valuable. Three, two, I hear one. I hear one, who'll make it two? Ah, two dollars. Thank you, my gentleman. Two dollars. No. It's only two dollars. Do I hear three? Three, do I hear three? Two fifty. Two fifty. Three. Three dollars, my gentleman. Three, three, do I get more? Three going once, three going twice. I've been sold to this lady for three dollars. Come on, dear. Let's go back and pick up our things. And the statue, too, and the trunk. That's not the same one. It's newer. It's the same one, lady. No. The one you sold me was lovely and old. That's right. The one you sold my wife had stains on it, and we want the one with the stains. All right, I want the one I bought. But I tell you, lady, we use the old one for a come on. Now take this. It'll make you happy. No, we want the one you sold us. Oh, okay. Okay, sure. I'll get it. I'll be right back. Okay, boys, drag out the old one. Oh, Jan, sometimes I wonder about you. Oh, you do, huh? Well, let me tell you something. That old trunk's got something in it. I know. You know. No, what about that funny little man who came in late and bid two hundred dollars? You know, I'll bet he made them offers that other trunk just now. Honey, that's just part of the act. They want to make people figure it's valuable. Next Sunday, they'll have fifty old trucks to sell. All right. New way. You'll see. You just wait. We got our old trunk, paid for it and caught it at home. Sat in the middle of the living room. Big, old and dirty, with a lot of funny looking stains. Jan was like a kid with a new doll. What do you think's in it, Wall? I don't know. Well, it could be anything, couldn't it? Yeah, sure, sure any. It's kind of like Christmas, you know? Well, honey, are we going to stand here and talk about it? Let's open it and get it over with. No, wait. Not for a minute. I just want to look. Why do you suppose that little man wanted it so badly? It can't be the same as the other trunks they've got. Oh, Jan, I thought you had more sense. Do you honestly think they'd sell us something for $3 if they didn't open it first to find out what was in it? Oh, it's heavy. Sure. Well, with all clothes, all the skates, blood instruments, and, uh, well, that's it. Wow. Hmm? Guess what's in it. Guess? Oh, come on, Jan. Come on, let's open it. First, well, guess what's in it. You guess first. All right, let's see now. Old trunk, pretty big. A lot of peculiar stains, big enough to put a... Oh, come on. Come on, let's open it. Wait. We'll open it together, huh? All right. Oh, the cat is stuck. All right, all right. Here, I'll do it. Now, stand back. Well, go on, open it. It's yours. Well, doesn't it scare you? Just a little bit? Scare me? Are you satisfied? Wally, I'm sorry. Oh, now look at that. Nothing but a mess of old rags and papers. Three dollars. Three hard-earned dollars for a pile of newspapers and... Robies. Wow. Oh, it's a fake. It must be. Oh, these aren't real. They work real, but... Yeah, but there's nothing to be scared about anymore. It's not real, none of that. Oh, now look, look, be sensible. If this stuff were the real thing, I mean diamonds, pearls, emeralds and all, it ought to be worth millions. It looks real. I mean it. A woman has a feeling about jewelry. She can tell. Jewelry? Here, look. Did you ever see a diamond ring this big? Well, no, I never did, but... All right, all right now, once and for all, I'll prove it to you. You think this is a diamond ring? Yes, Wally. I think it is. This is a diamond. Okay. It's a diamond ring. Okay. Now watch. Diamonds cut glass, right? Right. Okay. I'm going to scratch it on the window, and maybe this will satisfy you. Okay. Ah, there's your fake diamond. Now for heaven's sakes... Oh, Jew, they're real. We bought a trunk full of jewels. Yeah. What are we going to do with it? I don't know. What do I think? Maybe we should call the police. Oh, no, no, no. Why should we... I mean supposing it's all stolen jewels. Hey, hey, the door, someone's at the door. Now come on, come on, get the rags and papers back in the trunk. We'll put it in the bedroom. Well, it's probably only mother. Yeah, all the guy from the auction. Now come on, hurry. All right. All right, now you push and I'll pull. Oh, we gotta be careful. There. Now shut the door. Now if it is your mother, don't say anything, please. All right. How do you do? My name is Mr. Minci. Yes? You are Mr. Pindale. Yeah, that's right. You bought a trunk this afternoon at the auction. You see, I arrived too late to buy it myself. Oh, that's too bad. Too bad, yes. Mr. Pindale, I will give you $200 for it. A sentimental value, you understand. I'm sorry. Would you mind getting your foot out of the door? Ah, you have opened the trunk. Yes. Oh, $50,000 then. You must be a very sentimental man. A hundred thousand, Mr. Pindale, my last offer. We needed a trunk. Good evening. I must warn you, the consequences will be upon your own head. Now this is your last chance. Think carefully. Good evening. Mr. Pindale! Heard it, Wally. What are we going to do? I don't know. It was that same little fellow. He was still there. Well, I'm scared. Well, he's quite old and not very big. I'll take care of him. No, no, don't do that. Call the police. Oh, no, Jan this... I mean it, he might have a gun. Jan this... Please. Well, all right, maybe I'd better. Never thought I'd see the day, but... Hello. Please, I'm using the car. Oh, yes, hello. You mind getting off? I'm sorry. What's the matter? Party line. What does that woman talk about all day? Well, you'd better drive down to the police station. Oh, wait a minute. Maybe he's gone. It's all right, honey. Nobody's there. What are we going to do? Oh, about what? We bought the trunk. What's in it, Tars? It isn't right, Wally. We'll get into trouble. That man at the door. He might be a gangster, a foreign jewel thief. Suppose he's got other men with him. I'll try the police again. Chess is the only stuffing I use. Of course, some people like Oisey and I are... Hello. Oh, would you please hang up? I'm using the phone. Look, lady, this is emergency. Oh, I'm nervous, some people, honestly. Sometimes I try to get the use of this phone. Lady, I'm trying to call the police. Oh, any excuse. It isn't an excuse. I'm trying... He won't get off. Well, she's got to. Here, let me try. Oh, no, no, no. Wait, maybe... Maybe it's fate. Maybe we're not supposed to. You listen to me, Wally. Now, I don't see why you're making such a fuss. We're safe enough. I'm not afraid of... Wally, don't you dare go. What do you want me to do? I don't know, but... Maybe it's your mother this time, huh? Who is it? I'll scream out the window for help. No, no, you can't do that. What would the neighbors think? I'm going. Wally, take the poker. Okay. Now, you stay where you are. It's all right. Now, you just stay there. No. Okay. I've had enough of this. Listening to Going, Going, Gone. Tonight's presentation in Radio's Outstanding Theater of Thrill's Suspense. Today, the Red Cross needs not just your donation, but you, as an active member. Take your contribution to your local chapter. And while you're there, join so you can serve. 30 million new members are needed now. And now, we bring back to our Hollywood soundstage, Tom Brown and Eve McVeigh, starring into tonight's production, Going, Going, Gone. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Yes. Oh, yes. What happened? Are you hurt? I don't know. Been close to me. I've got to tell you. You've got to do something. No, no time, no time. They caught me as I was coming back up here. They'll get you too. Who? Who? I don't get it. They're waiting outside. Later in the night, they will come. Killers? Killers? Who are they? The jewels. Where are they? In the trunk. We put them in the bedroom. We can't let them die there. Call the police, Wally, and doctors. Something. Save yourselves. Get out of this house. Get out. I guess so. Oh, I'm scared, Wally. What are we going to do? Well, take it easy, honey. Nobody's going to hurt you. Hey, hello. Hello. Hello. Hello for Pete's sake. What's the matter? She left her phone off the hook just for a spike. She's left it off. I've got to think now. Couldn't I scream out the window for help? Oh, sure. Sure. They're waiting out there. You get killed just like him. Oh, no. Wait a minute. Put out the light. I'm going to peek out. I was getting misty. I couldn't see the end of the street, but near the lamppost a couple of houses down. A car, big and long. In our street there's only two houses. Mine and a neighbor who wasn't home. And I'd never seen that car before. I thought of what was in the trunk and what was lying right outside of the front door. Man doesn't like to show it, but as I looked out, I was scared. No. Oh, but there's a car down there. There must be in it. Come away. No, no, wait a minute. What? I'll stay back. I can see lights coming around the corner. What's going down? It's Mr. Fling. Mr. Fling? He won't do any good. He always comes home drunk on Sundays. Well, I'm going to open the window and yell anyway. You get down on the floor. They may start shooting. Oh, Wally. Mr. Fling. Hey, hey, Mr. Fling. Mr. Fling. Why? Why don't you shut up? Mr. Fling. It's Pindell, Wally Pindell. Oh, yeah, yeah. We're in trouble, Mr. Fling. You've got to call the police. Time to get over here and hurry. Of course you are. OK. And you get in your house quick. You're in danger too. Yeah, yeah. OK. Yeah, yeah. You must be sober tonight. He's going to do it. Oh, gee. The police can just get here in time. You know, it's funny. They didn't try anything. What? What are we going to do with him? Mr. Lynch? I don't know. Better put him in the bedroom, I guess. On our bed? Oh, honey. He's dead, poor guy. You stay here. I'll carry him in. All right. I carried him into the bedroom and laid him down. I never touched a dead man before, and I always thought they'd be cold. He wasn't. Not yet. And the doorbell rang. Uh, yeah? Hi, hi, pal. Oh, Mr. Fling. Anybody with you? Oh, what do you got? Huh? Hey, if you want, I should get a drink. No, no. Come on in. Come in quick. Don't push, Don. No, look. I told you to call a police. A police? Yes. I thought you said, come on up and have a drink. What's the matter? Is somebody dead? Jan. Jan, go make some coffee. Oh, honey. Go make coffee. Something, anything. Yeah. Now look. Are you sober enough to listen? Wait a minute. I'm sober. Who? Look, look. We've got to get the police. Why, I've got a raid. Huh? Let me out of here. Get out of here. Now look, some men are outside there trying to kill us all. They've already killed one man. Oh, yeah. Who, who? Oh, it doesn't matter. Look, we can't use our phone. We've got to get to another one. Oh, no, no. I know these wild parties. You get on my phone and you call some daemon purse. Oh, if you weren't drunk, I'd put... No, no. Come on. Hey, that hurts. Come on. Hey! John! What? What, Wally? Oh, he's no help. I'm going to make a run for it. But you can't go outside. Now look, we're not going to stay here. Hey, hey, where's that drink? Wait a minute. Huh? I'm going to take a look out the window again. Okay. Okay, I'm going to bed. The car's still there. Some party here. I can't see if anyone's in it. Oh, good evening, sir. No, no. Don't get up. Don't get up. Got to take the chance. Oh, where are you going? I'm going to get to Flingshouse. It's here, sir. Try the back way. Now, if I can get to the garage, I might be able to make it to the police in the car. What about him? I don't want to stay here alone with him. Okay, okay. Come with me. We went out the back door. Everything was quiet. Even quieter than usual because of the fog. I know that we couldn't be seen from the street. And if we were quiet... Look, when we drive out of the garage, you duck down. If they try to stop us, well, I'll run them down. It's all right. It's only a backfire. Hold on. Now, get your guns out, boys. Mr. Pendell, where's the black car? It was right over there across the street. Hey, maybe they... Jan, you stay here. Looks bad. The door's open. You wait, Mr. Pendell. We'll go on first. You two guys watch the back. Okay, sir. Mr. Pendell. Yeah. This, the body? No. That's Mr. Flings. No. Where's Mr. Munchie? He's gone. They took him away. But the trunk's here. Look. Yeah. The jewels. They're not here. Mr. Munchie, he was here. Listen, don't look at me like that. I tell you, there was a trunk full of jewels. And Mr. Munchie, he was... Oh, Jan! I'm gonna tell him, Jan! That was about it. The same trunk was there, empty. There was a mark on the bed, and the dead body was gone. We managed to wake up Mr. Flings, but he couldn't remember anything except that he wanted a drink. The place was pretty mad, but I guess Jan convinced him that we hadn't been kidding. Anyway, we gave him coffee, and that was that. There's much more to it. Except that about two months later, Jan and I were having breakfast on Saturday when the mail came. We don't have anybody in Mexico. Hey, look. It's from Mexico. I know, dear. You said so. Mr. and Mrs. Wallace Pendell. Who's it from, dear? Hey, Jan. There's some money in it. Two $100 bills. Well, let me see. What does the letter say? Dear folks, I'm sorry for the inconvenience I caused you. But it was my trunk and my jewels, and I had to get it back. So I know you'll excuse the little trick I played on you. Just before my disappearance, I put all our jewelry in the trunk, and by letter ordered the seal trunk to be sold at auction. But I got caught in the traffic, and you got it away from me, and closed as a token of my appreciation. Sincerely, Dexter Jocelyn, Alias Anatole Menchie. Menchie? We better call the police. Why? Well, all those jewels. Well, he says right here that... Well, I know, but... Now, let's just forget the whole thing pretend it never happened. But every once in a while we are reminded of it. There's a diamond ring about as big as a half a dollar. I'd put it in my pocket after I cut the glass out of our window. Jan used to wear it to parties. Not anymore. She thinks it looks too much like a fake. Suspense. In which Tom Brown and Eve McVeigh starred in tonight's transcribed presentation of Going, Going, Gone. Be sure to listen next week to Suspense. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.