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Had to do with murder. Matthew was an ugly guy. Ugly is a mud-fence, and he hated that. He hated everyone telling him how ugly he was. Or ever since he was a kid. I won't play if I have to be Matthew's partner. He's so awful-looking, it makes me sick to have to look at him with those terrible big hands. Well, I won't play, and I'll tell him so to his face. Matthew Eberman, you're the ugliest, most horrible-looking boy I've ever seen. You're Double Ugly. That's what you are. Look at you. Look at you. Sometimes, Matthew would cry. Hit your home and beat his big fists into his pillow and nearly choke, getting the sobs out of them. Don't cry. What do you care what they say? Friends don't matter unless they love you for yourself. Don't cry, dear mother loves you. Mother thinks you're a wonderful boy. Well, then, how don't you cry? And then Matthew wouldn't cry. It was a funny thing, too. He came from a good family, enough money, education. And if he hadn't been so ugly, if he hadn't been, his voice would have been kind of pleasant to listen to. One time, I remember, he got alone OK with just his voice. It was at a masquerade. After he got the costume and the mask all on, his mother said, why, I hardly know my old boy. All dressed up like that. Why, ever when, I don't know. Wanted to be with people, I guess, anyway. He did go to the party and he danced with all the girls in the place. And one girl was so beautiful. Some lovely duchess, maybe from a hundred or two hundred years ago. Like a soft cloud of ruffles and lace and the scent of magic clung all about her. Who are you? Someone who's in love with you. A masquerade is so romantic. It's perfectly all right to fall in love with a stranger. Someone you haven't the slightest idea who it is. What do you mind if I fall in love with you? It's a masquerade. I've never said it before. I love you. Who are you? I love you. Who are you? I'll tell you who I am if you'll tell me who you are. Here, I'll take mine off first. No. Well, I love you. No. Oh, you silly. I'll take it off of you myself. No, no, don't. Please, don't. I will. I will. Matthew Everman. I'm a lovely duchess. A soft cloud of lace and the scent of magic all about her. Matthew's mother died. Matthew went away from town. It was after that that he had to do with murder. For Suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you Mr. Lloyd Nolan in Double Ugly. Roma Wines' presentation tonight in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills, Suspense. Suspense, Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills, presented for your pleasure by Roma. That's R-O-M-A. Roma wine selected for better taste from the world's greatest reserves of fine wines. If you're like most Americans, you're probably planning to do something special over the Labor Day weekend. Maybe a picnic for having friends and for dinner. So, here's a suggestion for making weekend hospitality really festive. 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At lunchtime, Matthew would listen to the other men talking, his big hands opening and closing regularly. You know what I think? I think it's better to be married no matter what. That's right, Hanson. Still, lots of men don't get married. That's right. Hey, you ain't married, are you, everman? No. Oh? How come, everman? I don't know. I thought I'd never get married. I thought women married only good-looking men. If a woman had married me, one ought to marry you. I never know when he went to marry. Well, my boy and Shane will fix that. I tell you what, come up to the house Saturday night. Everman's the one I was telling you about that don't know no one to marry, Hazel. Well, I think the woman's touch and vice versa. Yeah, that's the truth, everman. Sure. Now look at Hanson here, Mr. Everman. He wasn't no use to himself at all, all alone. And now we got a really good life worked out. Oh, now Hazel, honey, don't force. Oh, that's all right. Let her talk. The fat wife talked and Matthew listened. And he began to wonder if maybe there wasn't something in what she said. It was, Lonson. He could quit the plan if he wanted. He had all that money his mother left him when he died. He only worked because it was so, Lonson. And then Hazel said, Now what do you go for? A big, easy-going blonde. Like a soft cloud of ruffles and lace in the scent of mad. No, no, that's getting it all mixed up. Anyway, Hazel arranged for them to meet at a party at her house. She had all the men and their wives from the plant and a guy named Lefty played the piano. Played piano like old-time movies. Everybody had a swell time except Matthew. He sat alone over in one corner of the porch. He heard the screen door open and close and a big bunch of white that was sally moved over to her. Oh, there you are. You mean by running away from the party? I'm your date tonight, aren't I? Sure, but I thought maybe you'd want to be with some of those fellas that talk more. You know, I'm pretty quiet. Oh, I don't mind. I think that's the mark of a gentleman. Good night, huh? I think nature's just about the grandest thing in the world, don't you? Trees and flowers and all? Ain't so many flowers around here, though. I like sunshine and clean scenery all around, don't you? Lonesome here, lonesome for a girl. That is the courses if you aren't married. I get lonesome, too. You do? I never thought men got lonesome. I thought it was only girls. Men can get out. I get lonesome. Oh, sure. Sure, I remember now. Hazel told me. You're afraid you're too ugly-looking. What are you laughing at? I do get lonesome and that's the reason only you're not to laugh. Oh, my goodness, I wasn't laughing. Except it's funny to think of a man then, so say I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm lonesome, too, ain't I? You got the biggest hands I ever seen. Do you think I'm pretty, do you? Oh, I get so lonesome. Matthew couldn't get it out of his head about this funny girl. Do you think I'm pretty? He didn't even know. He couldn't even remember what she looked like when he went to work the next day. And when he started to get his lunch, there was something over by the gate that he'd never noticed before. Something pink and fresh. His big hands opened and closed. Hi, Mr. Everman. It was Sally, all in pink organry, like a pink balloon at a children's party. I guess you're surprised to see me, aren't you, Mr. Everman? Yeah, I guess I am. Maybe you might like a little home-fixed lunch. Doesn't it look good, huh? Well, we can eat over here in the shade if you don't mind having a lady as company. I was all alone today. That's why I come. Looky here. I even got some chocolate creams for after. You like them? I do. I do myself. Ain't this a cute bracelet? Little tiny bells. Must be hard work to make a thing like that. Now, don't you think? Oh, say, have one of those sandwiches, Mr. Everman. They're gorgeous! Sally chatted away all in pink and self-consciously turned to wrist to make the little bells tingle. Matthew ate steadily, silently, big, thick sandwiches. This is like a party, ain't it? After a while, it was time to go back to work. Matthew stood up and didn't know what to say. Just looked. His face was kind of shiny from the heat and the pink had gone limp and bunched. But a breeze picked up the loose strands of her hair. The foot twisted like a little girl. You know, you never once called me by name. It's Sally. I know. Aw, call me by name. I like being called by name. I will. Can't you do it now? Aw, it won't hurt now. I gotta go back to work. Okay. So long. So long. You look pretty in pink. Why, say I'm awful glad you like it. It's one of my favorite colors. Why did the client watch the romance develop? It's better to get married no matter what. No matter what. Matthew never asked Sally to marry him until the day he saw her out by the fence where she lived talking to Lefty, the man who played the piano at Handsome's party the first night they met. He saw Lefty pinch her cheek and he heard Sally laugh. Take your hands off. Look what you've done to Lefty. Why, you knocked him out cold. You're not to fool around with guys like that. I don't like the woman I'm going to marry fooling around with guys like that. Marry? Why, that's the one thing in the whole wide world I always wanted to be. Matthew took his bride to Niagara Falls. There was only one thing, the bracelet. Matthew wondered what he could do about that. The little house was a white cottage located pretty much by itself quite a distance from the plant. Sally had to walk a good way to see any of the people she used to know. How's that? The grandest thing, you should come by and see it, pay us a social call. Yeah, I hear you got a nice place to live. Yeah, flowers and a tree. You simply got to come and see it. And the men and their wives at the plant did come and see it. They sat around the house and put their feet on things and spilled cigar ashes on the floor and talked loud and common. Matthew didn't say a word. He just sat, listened, looked at the mess they made. They stayed a long time. Matthew thought they never would go. But you know the way, don't be strangers. Don't worry. Yeah, we'll be back. We're all the now that we know the way. Good night. Good night. Good night. Matthew looked at the rugs and the foot marks on the chairs. The place looked ugly. Imagine entertaining folks in your very own home. They won't come again. Why not? Look at the rug. Oh, that ain't nothing. I just run the sweep. We're over it. They're not coming again. But a house ain't nothing without folks coming in. We got each other. Oh, yes, but... They never had another party. Maybe Matthew saw as a man Maybe Matthew saw his own face and the ashes on the floor. The house grew quiet and Sally got nervous. Oh, it's just that we sit here and sit here and don't say a word, Matthew. I get lonesome. Can't we have a party? Huh? Oh, can't we go to other people's parties then? Oh, can't we do that? And the yard grew up in weeds and the flowers didn't do so well and the tree didn't grow. Even the smoke from the plant seemed to find its way over to the house. The white got gray and it got black in splotches and the paint peeled. Matthew lived. Sally put on weight. I got to match my hair. Lady at the dime store said blond hair got awful dingy looking so I got this bottle of stuff. Only a dime. Look how brightens up the color of my hair. Oh, have a chocolate cream, Matthew. These creams come from the dime store too. I can't even notice the difference from the ones you used to buy me. He walked away. He always walked away. He wanted to tell Sally how much he wanted to be close to her, but he couldn't. She filled the house with frilly things and all the fussy doodads that go with it. Well, you just won't believe what I got to show you, Matthew. It's just like Joanne Crawford had in the magazine. Look, it's a genuine toy poodle. It's just like a little ball of fur, ain't it? Oh, love beautiful. Oh, such a wondrous little lollipop. My baby, would you like a little chocolate cream like the mummy's? Oh, Matthew. Idiot. Cringes. Look at him eat them creams. Would you like them? Don't you hear? No. Have a little. I didn't taste the seeds. Whoa. No, no. No, no, no. No, no, no. No, no. No, no, no, no. No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. Why don't you canaries jump on their perch, Matthew? I just don't understand those birds, Matthew. They don't sing a song like canaries is supposed to. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Now you not be bad boy, scaring your guilty sisters like that. I just won't talk to you again. Don't do that funny face in the muddy. No mommy didn't mean to hurt the feelings. Oh, Matthew wouldn't it a scream. Here little angel, here little free angel. Let's divide it, a chocolate cream. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. You must be all up for it. Oh, look at that, Matthew. All down my neck, you see. Here now. Here, you just go and sit in your puppy's lap. You don't like to sit in your daddy's lap, do baby dog? What are you crying for, Sally? What is your name? Oh, look at him. I'm going to cry all over you. Face your mommy all over you. No. Looky, Matthew. He's just like a kid. No. Matthew got up, went and stood by the window and looked out. Lonesome in your own home. Why go to those awful parties with ashes and foot marks on the chairs and the men with their arms around Sally? She shouldn't have allowed that. She belonged to him. She was the only person who ever did belong to him. Hadn't she come to him in the plant yard that day? Sure she had. She liked him. She shouldn't be singing that song that left the place. That left the pinch in her cheek and laughing at him. She shouldn't have allowed that. Oh, mom, did you get the angel hat? You wanted her to leave that dog alone. Why couldn't she treat him like that? Matthew looked out the window. It's too bad about the paint and the smoke that came over from so far from the plant and the weeds all around. He was surprised to see the tree look bigger. Maybe he hadn't noticed the tree for a long time. What are you doing, Matthew? Thinking. Oh. He looked at her. Where was that pink and fresh thing he'd seen before at the plant? The face shining from the heat and the loose strands of hair caught in the breeze. A big fat blonde blonde. These creams come from the dying store. You can't even tell the difference. Where was that pink and fresh thing by the gate? Sally was standing by the canary cage and wiggling her wrist again. She hadn't done that for a long time since Niagara Falls. Oh, Matthew, I found that bracelet with the bells on it. I thought it might make the canaries sing. Come on, birdie do. Do you think they're sick, Matthew? I've never seen them so quiet before. Listen to the bells, gritty babies. Here, here. Matthew's hands were opening and closing at his sides. Like they were grasping for something to hold and never finding it. Just don't understand those birds at all. You've gotten fat, Sally. Ah, don't matter. I don't care. Nobody cares if a married woman gets fat. That's what Hazel says. I like Hazel. She's a good company. I don't get down her way much now, though. I ankle swell up from these French heels. Cute shoes, though, ain't they, Matthew? It makes the foot look small. I ankle swell up, but it does make the foot look small. Her wrist swell up, too. I don't know what's wrong with them either. Oh, I wish I could get these birds to sing. Aren't you happy with me, Sally? Yeah, but we never do anything. I get crazy here all the time. I just get so I can't stay still another minute or I'll scream. If we had some kids, then maybe we'd mean more to each other, have something to talk to each other about, and kids is awful, good company, and then conversation about kids is good company, good talk between a man and his wife. If you want to run, you want to kick the walls, tear the house down, anything. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Mommy's little baby now. Where was that terrace? But it's seen once upon a time. Some lovely duchess, maybe from a hundred or two hundred years ago. Maybe if he grabbed Sally, held her so close, that would make a difference. Why did it have to turn out this way? They said that a man ought to be married no matter what. He'd only stop all that noise if he'd only just get a minute to think without all that noise. Then he could get his alley with so fat, Matthew stuffed his mouth full of dime-store chocolates, one after the other, one after the other, one after the other. The whole room began to turn. No trees, no flowers. The canaries and the dog were quiet, and was still as could be. Except the wrists. Her face hated him. She said he was ugly. Ugly! Can't you even say that you're sorry? Stopping up boys, sure know what to do with their hammers, don't they? Listen, I guess they're getting ready for end of the morning, cutting down a tree to build a thing like that. Well, that's the story of Matthew Ebberman, I guess. It's just one thing that I'd like to ask you, please. Sure, sure. Anything you want. What can we do for you? Well, my name, it's all right to print that, but... Sure, sure. I guess maybe you wonder how I could tell you all this, like I was talking about somebody else. That was because Matthew Ebberman wasn't ever a person I really wanted to be. He was somebody I knew and I didn't like. I hated him. Just like everybody else did. Because he was ugly. There's no excuse for what he did. Oh, Matthew. Hating makes so many lonely people. And it makes ugly people, too. Ugly and mean on the inside. I guess the best thing would be if everybody would... Wouldn't it be a nice world if people would... My name, see, that's all right, but no pictures, please. No pictures, no papers, huh? You know, mean an awful lot to me. You understand, don't you? I don't see any pictures in the papers, will I? Just promise me that and I'll be so great. No pictures. Presented by Roma Wines, that's R-O-M-A. Roma Wines, those better tasting wines enjoyed by more Americans than any other wines. Yes, Roma Wines taste better because Roma starts with natural juices gently pressed from luscious grapes gathered in California's choicest vineyards and the world's greatest winemaking resources. Roma Master Venter's guide this great treasure unhurriedly to tempting taste perfection. Then these better tasting wines are placed with Mellow Roma Wines of years before and from these, the world's greatest reserves of fine wines. Roma later selects for your pleasure. With a holiday weekend coming up, be sure you offer your guests a choice of glorious Roma California sherry, rich Roma port and golden Roma muscatel. Served cool. Or if they prefer a tall, cool drink, make it a Roma wine and soda. Remember, Roma Wines taste better. That's R-O-M-A. Roma Wines, America's largest selling wines. Lloyd Nolan appeared to the courtesy of 20th Century Fox producers of Kiss of Death. Tonight's suspense play was by George Lloyd. Next Thursday, same time you will hear Edmund O'Brien as Star of Suspense. Produced and directed by William Speer for the Roma Wine Company of Fresno, California. This is CBS to Columbia Broadcasting System.