 And now, tonight's presentation of Radio's outstanding Theatre of Thrills Suspense. Tonight, a story of devotion in which a woman risks her life in order that her husband might be spared. It's called The Tip, our star Miss Lorraine Tuttle. Thanks for driving me to the station, dear. A pleasure, darling. You really shouldn't have. Now, let's not start that again. But the doctor told you to take it easy. He didn't tell me to hibernate. My heart isn't that bad. We'll be together for a long time yet. Thank God for that, Elaine. I thank him, daily. Here comes your train. Oh, yeah. Well, I'll be home as soon as I can. Call me when you get here and I'll pick you up. All right, if you must. Just a minute, mister. What? Won't you tip the cabbie? Oh, of course. Here you are. Eighth floor, Mrs. Stanton. Thank you, Mr. Raymond. Come in and shut the door. Sit down and be quiet. That's better. Just do as you're told and there won't be any need for this gun to frighten you. Who? Who are you? I was about to ask you that. I'm Elaine Stanton. Mrs. Yes? Funny. I never thought of them as married. Who? Mr. Stanton, your husband. Where is he? On his way to work. I just drove him to the station. I guess I missed him. Hope you don't mind if I wait. What do you want with him? What do I want with him? I want to kill him. What? Why? What did he do to you? He ruined me. My husband? Yes. But that's absurd. Not to me. I had my own business. A wife, two little girls. They're gone now. Everything gone. Since Mr. Stanton came into the picture. Well, how could he? He put me out of business, broke up my home. Well, however it happened, I'm sure he'll straighten it out. If it's money you need. He's had his chance. Only a week ago I begged him to help me. But I'd had money then. My wife would have stayed. I told him that. He showed me out. Well, maybe he didn't understand how serious. He'll understand now. Well, I'll help you. I'll make out a check right now. Sure. Call the police as soon as I accept it. I swear. No use, Mrs. Stanton. I'm going to be here when your husband comes home and you might as well get used to the idea. There's nothing it can do about it. Absolutely nothing. Maybe if I just talk, you'll understand. All right. I know you hate him. I know you don't care if you're hung for killing him. I love him. George and I, we grew up together. I know him better than you ever could. We went to school together. If I speak to him, I'm sure I can get him to do something if he was unfair to you. You'll kill him. You might as well kill me too. I'd be lost without him. Try to understand. Whatever you can get by murder, you can do better otherwise. There won't be any need for revenge. I promise you I won't call the police if you give us this one chance. I promise. I promise. I promise. I don't hear a word. Listen, lady, it's 12.30 now. You've been at it for two and a half hours. You can't possibly keep it up until your husband gets home. You won't listen. That should be obvious. Listen. That should be obvious. It is. It certainly is. Good. Maybe you'll be quiet. Quiet? You expect me to sit here and calmly wait to see my husband shot by a madman? What else can you do? Well, I can call the police. And I can stop you. You can try. Get away from that phone. Go ahead, fire. Don't point that gun. Use it. Put that down. I said put it down. Don't. I'm not sure the wires ripped out. You won't. Now you can play with the phone all you want. What's the matter? Not interested anymore? Why didn't you shoot me? It wasn't necessary. Is that the reason? Or were you afraid to? Don't get any wrong ideas. The noise might attract attention. Isn't that it? It might. Then for all your threats, you wouldn't use it. Not until I had to. Well, you have to. Right now. No. All I have to do is tie you up, gag you until your husband comes home. Would you rather be tied up? Who? Who's that? I don't know. Expecting anyone? I ordered some groceries on the way home this morning. Could be the delivery boy. All right. Here's your chance to hear the gun go off. One wrong word out of you and I'll fire. But not only at you, at the delivery boy too. You wouldn't dare. Try me then. I'll kill both of you. Whoever it is. You say a wrong word, I'll kill both of you. You may involve an innocent party in your problems if you wish. The choice is yours. Go ahead. Open the door. Good afternoon, madam. I represent the Better Products Company. And I wonder if... Oh. Oh, come right in. Why, thank you, madam. Oh, man of the house? No. Just a friend. Oh, I see. Well, now... We're kind of busy right now. Maybe you'd better come back later. Oh, not that busy. He may have something I need. Oh, I'm sure I have. Of course I don't mean to intrude, but if you'll just take a moment, the Better Products Company, by way of introduction, is letting you have it no obligation to you. One of these three items. We're busy. Please. These are free, is that right? That's right, madam. Absolutely free. No obligation to you. Now, first, there's this handy little cuticle pusher. Second, this dandy plastic cover fits over any dish. And third, this beautifully carved letter opener. Take your choice, madam. I think I'll take the letter opener. A perfect choice. Yes, these are very popular. Now, if you'd care to look through this catalog, I'm sure you'll find many useful household products which you may want to order. On this page, for example, we have many specials. And this is the last day. You can save up to 30% by ordering now. I do need some of these items. Another time. Well, I deprived the lady, sir. Of course, I didn't intend to intrude. This way. Just wait. My sample case. Well, goodbye. I'll come back some other time. I didn't like that. I don't like you. Don't try anything like that again. Stay away from me. Don't try anything like that again, all right? I said stay away. Lee! Oh, boy, you! Ah! Drop that letter opener. Take it from me. I don't want to fire this thing, but I will. Drop that letter opener. Drop it! That's better. Now lead the way to your medicine cabinet. You're going to bind this cut for me. No! I said no! I'm not fooling Mrs. Treppen. That hurt. I'm glad. There. Thanks. What's that bottle you take? My pills. You look healthy to me. They're for my heart. Oh, that's too bad. You shouldn't excite yourself. It's fine. Where are you going? I'm following your advice. I'm going into the kitchen. I intend to calmly take my pills and calmly drink a cup of coffee. I'll go along. I wish you would. And brew an extra cup for me. Here's your coffee. Sugar. I'll get it. Here it is. I like it hot. Glad to please. Drink yours. Not at the same table. Thank you. It's a little too chummy. I'll have mine over here. Suit yourself. I hope you don't mind if I turn my chair around though. I don't like to have my back to you. You're manners. I'm human. That's right. My manners. Look at the clock. You're blocking it. How's that? Better. What time is it? Look at the clock. My back is to it. 210. Maybe that's your delivery boy. Maybe. Go ahead. Answer it. Well, I said before, still goes. The choice is yours. The wrong word. I'll kill whoever's at the door. I know. I'm with 8, 9, 3, 2, 5 George Stratton. Yes? I'm from the telephone company. And operate his report so they couldn't get through to you. May I look at your telephone? Of course. Come in. Someone's been trying to reach I guess and reported. Say how'd this happen? Accident. Accident? I clipped over the rug and grabbed the phone as I went down. The wires ripped out. It must have been quite a fall. Is that how you hurt your hand? Yeah. I will have to reconnect those wires. It'll take long. No. I'm sorry. You have to go through the trouble. That's my job. Do you get many ripped wires? Oh, I imagine accidents happen. Oh, not this kind. The only ripped wire job I ever had. And I'm working for the company for a long time. A friend of mine did though. He went to the apartment, fixed it. Was it an accident? That's what the guy said. That friend found a guy in a gallon there. When he read the papers the next day, found out the gal had been murdered. And I guess it wasn't an accident. No. Came out in court later the guy had ripped the wires out. He could almost be the same hair, couldn't it? Yeah, it could. Imagine if you read the papers tomorrow and find out Mrs. Trapp is murdered. That sure would be a coincidence, wouldn't it? There. That wasn't bad. I'll just test it. Brasek here. Elmwood 8-9-3-2-5. Yeah. Right, thanks. All set. No trouble now. That party will be able to reach you. Thank you. Now, you have your telephone and working order. Silent at last. Or are you only sleepy? Sleepy? No. No, I'm not. You look sleepy. No, I can't be. There's your party. Shall I answer for you? No, no, I'll take it. Hello? The street. You were? My telephone was out of order. That's all right. Those things happen. How late? Oh, fine. I didn't plan to use them today. Thank you. How was that? My grocery. He was rushed so he couldn't make up my order. He's doing it now. Does the delivery do soon? I don't know. You look tired, Mrs. Stratton. No. Can't blame you for trying. Why are you grinning at me like that? Are you sleepy, Mrs. Stratton? No. No. Harder than here. You look very tired. I'm not. And you are sleepy. You're coffee. I put pills in it. My sleeping pills. You fall asleep soon enough. I'll call the police. I switched the cups when you went for the sugar. Why don't you stretch out on the couch? I mustn't. You can't stay awake long. I've got to wait. Mrs. Stratton, to wake up and find your husband dead. Suffer here. Suffer here. All over the window. Go ahead and open it, Mrs. Stratton. I'll come. Sleep well, Mrs. Stratton. You are listening to Miss Lorraine Tuttle in Carly Bram's story, The Tip. Tonight's presentation in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrill's Suspense. Later this evening on most of these same stations, John Lund makes his latest tour de force as yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Dollar wades in when fraud, murder and double-cross dovetail neatly with the reappearance of a long missing painting. Listen for the flowering Judas matter involving yours truly, Johnny Dollar, up to his neck in trouble. Later this evening. Now, we bring back to our Hollywood soundstage Miss Lorraine Tuttle in Eliot Lewis' production of The Tip. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. I'm afraid not, Mrs. Stratton. You? That's right. It wasn't a dream. Please. Long enough. It's 5.30. No. Well, he must be due home soon. No. He's not coming home. I, I, I forgot to tell you. If you really get through about this time, I guess it takes an hour to get there. I've got to get help. Stay away from that door. I won't let you come. I'll tight and gag you while you were sleeping. Why didn't you? Because it's more interesting this way. Oh, just a little bored with a full day of waiting. Bored with murder? No murder has been committed yet, Mrs. Stratton. I'm sure things will be more exciting when your husband comes home. I won't let you. I won't. Won't you? I don't think you can stop me. What have you done so far? You tried to drug me, a kid stunt, so it backfired. Worst of all, you've been trying to stop me with brawn. That might be brave, but let's face it, I'm stronger. All you've done is to earn yourself a few slaps and a throttling. You won't get away with it. Stop repeating yourself. Sit down. See, I already have you taking my commands. But that's to be expected. You're a woman. Women are emotional. And you're a man. A big, brave murderer who knows how to slap a woman. It's natural for me to take advantage of my strength in this situation. And you're superior, cunning, no doubt. Oh, I imagine you're just as smart, but not in this kind of setup. As I said, women are emotional. They can't think on a tight spot. I suppose it's immoral to this little sermon. Simple. Use your good sense and be still. And if I refuse? That's probably your delivery. Open the door. And shall I read? I know. Not a word. That's right. No use dragging the delivery boy into this. Good evening, Mrs. Stratton. Michael, hello. I'm sorry this is so late. On top of everything, I forgot your bundle on my last rum. Had to go back for it. Oh, that's all right. Shall I bring it in for you? No need to. Doctor, will you take this for me, please? Sure. Right here, son. There you are, doctor. One moment, Michael. I'll get some change. Don't bother. I have some. Here. Half a buck. Thanks. I know what you're doing. Not much. I don't. Ten after. You can't do it. Fifteen minutes. Kill me in four. I told you another time. I hoped you were gone. I didn't mean to intrude again. Stubborn, isn't it? Don't want to miss the f*** you. Have a cigarette. We'll calm you down. Thank you. Doesn't look like you ever smoked before. I smoked. I used to. I'm not accustomed to it anymore. Oh. Well, drag deep, Mrs. Stratton. We've only got about ten minutes left. Annoying at a time like this, isn't it? What do you think? I think... Hey. Don't you smell something funny? No. Nothing burning. I don't smell anything. Well, I do. What do you do with your cigarette? My cigarette. The couch. It's smoking. Well... Through your lit cigarette on the couch, didn't you? Yes, I did. Well, there's nothing like a fire to attract attention. Oh, right. You are. Move. What are you going to do? Put your little campfire out. But first, I've got to be sure you're safely out of the way. Move. But this isn't the way out. I know. Right here. Into the clock. No! Put it under control. If not, too bad. Don't get hysterical, Mrs. Stratton. The fire is out. Raise more smoke when I poured water on it, though, than when it was burning. I hope it didn't frighten you. I could kill you. Well, I guess I should have let it burn. My head. Shut up! Now, Mrs. Stratton, your husband, has a key of his own. Open the door and see who it is. And make sure you get rid of them fast. Mrs. Stratton. The neighbors, they say they smell smoke. Smoke? You better let me look around. Really, Mr. Raymond, there's no need. What's this? Oh, that. It's all right now. A cigarette. Slip behind the cushions. I see. Well, it's all out now. Only took one pot of water. I see. Oh, is Mr. Stratton home? Not yet. You'll see too much. Why? I don't see anything. I see a lot, but I don't see anything. All right, you'll see. Now go. Huh? Oh, yes. Oh, well, I suppose I'm in the way. No, Mr. Raymond, you're not in the way. In fact, he's... Well, that's all right, Mrs. Stratton. I pride myself on not being naive. I understand how things happened. Just be careful not to set the building on fire, please. What are you trying to do? What kind of ideas were you trying to put into his mind? They were already there. I can't help the way he thinks. That might be something, though. Husband slain in love nest. Quiet! All right. And my apologies if I seem druid. But don't try it again. Or I might use that alibi. My pills. Oh, please get me my pills. Get them yourself. Please. I told you. I wouldn't trust you alone for that long. Yeah, take it. Fish nice. You still want to pick me up? Pick you up! No, George. Hold on, darling. I'll take a taxi. No! It took her long enough. I gave her a pretty hard time. I don't want to hear about it. Pretty smart idea you have. Yeah, yeah. I'll pay you off as soon as her insurance comes through. Sure. Anybody see you here? Anybody see me? This place is like Grand Central. All right. Let's get our story straight, then. When it happens, you're an old friend. An old friend. You've spent the day here. Right. Okay. I'll call the doctor. The doctor? I had her so scared she even called me her doctor. What? She was so scared she covered my being here by calling me her doctor. When the kid was here with the bundles, he said to me, take these for me, doctor. What kid? The delivery boy. Mike, I think that's the name one. Mike. This is the report that delivery boy is Dr. Cort's son. Heard doctor, the only doctor she's ever had. Mrs. Stratton. Mrs. Stratton. This is Dr. Cort, Mrs. Stratton. Is anything wrong? Mrs. Stratton, open the door. Officer. Open the door. The name of the law. Suspense, in which Lorraine Tuttle was starred in, The Tip. In 1960, our population will top 180 million. Every year, there are more families and bigger families creating new consumer needs, asking better roads and transportation, seeking new communities with more elbow space. The future of America can look very bright to you and your neighbors when you think of the new roads, new factories, new services, our increasing population demands. Have faith in the future of America. Next week, the story of a man who killed and a woman who helped him try to get away with it. It's called Run, Sheep, Run. And it will star Kathy and Elliot Lewis. That's next week on Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis with music composed by Lucian Morova and conducted by Lud Glaskin. The tip was written for suspense by Carl Abrams. In tonight's story, Herb Butterfield was heard as the stranger and high ever back as George. Pigeon of the Casper, Howard McNeer, Jerry Hausner, Shepmankin, Dick Beals and Eddie Fields. And remember, next week, Morton Fine and David Friedkin's new play, Run, Sheep, Run, starring Kathy and Elliot Lewis. America listens most to the CBS Radio Network.