 And now the Mole Mystery Theater, presented by M-O-L-L-E. Mole, the heavier brushless shaving cream for tender skin. Good evening. This is Jeffrey Barnes, welcoming you to the program that presents the best in mystery and detective fiction. Tonight's story is a modern tale of suspense entitled, The Doctor and the Lunatic. It was written by Richard Connell, author of that well-known classic, The Most Dangerous Game. And in it, you're going to meet a most dangerous killer, an unknown madman with a strange obsession. Oh, say, speaking of madman, Mr. Barnes, ever hear of a fellow who went raving from shaving? Why, no, Dan, you mean absolutely mad. Well, not exactly. You see, shaving used to make him awful sore. That is, until he shaved with Mole. Now he's raving over the smooth slick shave he gets. Yes, sir, man, it's smooth. So smooth. It's slick, but so slick. It's a smooth, smooth, slick, slick shave you get with M-O-L-L-E. Mole, the heavier brushless shaving cream for tender skins. Yes, Mole is the shaving cream that's heavier, the cream you need if you have a wiry hard-to-cut beard or tender skin. Because M-O-L-L-E is heavier, it not only softens your whiskers, it stands them up straight while your razor cuts them off close and clean. So you shave faster, closer, easier, and you shave painlessly with M-O-L-E. The heavier brushless shaving cream for tender skins. And now for tonight's M-O-L-E mystery, the doctor and the lunatic. That isn't it. How a man will take his own sanity for granted. Harder still that he will never question the sanity of his neighbor. In the very midst of civilization, we live in a jungle, never knowing when or where a warped mind may slip its shackles and turn the well-disciplined body into a volcanic eruption of lustful hate. Tonight's story began a few moments before 12 on a soft spring night. Where it began was in the North Shore home of Oscar Barton, a wealthy playboy who prized with equal warmth, his collection of women and his collection of rare porcelain pieces. Through Barton's open French doors, there stole a shadowy substance that stabbed the circle of light unerringly at Barton's prized porcelain funk. The fragile, so soft and silky to touch, and I will be the last to see if it's only right beauty was made for me. I must find all beauty. Then, since I looked at it last, it'll be mine. Mine! Pick up or I'll fire. Is that you, Jeff? Who are you? Answer me. Don't move! Mr. Barton, sir. You're bleeding, sir. Jason, Jeff. He went out the French doors. Get out for a man. Oh, good lord, my clock. My clock smashed to pieces. Where's that gun? Had it when I came down. Find that gun, Jeff. I'll plug that fiend between the eyes. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Oh, the fool, sir. Shall I get it? No, no, I will. Take that gun and look around outside. Hello? Yes, this is Barton. What? What who? You're talking too fast. Tex is dead. Listen, Garner, I... I hung him from a tree. Good heavens to hand on. I'm coming over. Something's happened here, too. Jeff! Jeff! Yes, sir. Garner just came home to find his prized colleague. He takes Garner hanging by the neck from a tree. I'm going over to his place. Hang on to that gun and watch the rest of my porcelain. I'll pour you a stiff one, Barton. We all need a stiff one. How about you, Kelton? Oh, no, Garner. Thank you. I can't drink since my illness. So this vandal visited your home, too, Kelton. What did he do to you? My rose. My beautiful rose. I spent 11 years developing it. Most beautiful rose the world has ever seen crushed to a pulp. The petals mashed and ground into the muds. We're so lucky, gentlemen. Such a triumph. Yeah, well, sad. Sad, of course. But my texts hanged like a common murderer. What kind of a man would do such a thing? And what are we going to do about it? The police. That half-wit constable? What do you make of it, Kelton? We may never find him. He's hiding in the safest place in the world. Because he's someone we know. What? The man or beast, if you will, who committed these outrages is someone who knows us well and positive. And worse than that, gentlemen, he's a madman whose obsession is the destruction you think. Well, he's got it. Kelton's got an angle there. But how do you know so much about it, Kelton? Before my nervous breakdown, I taught psychology at the university. Besides, it's obvious. How so? The man chose for his orgy of destruction the most beautiful of our possessions. He must have visited our homes, known how I cherished my roses, how you worshipped your matchless collie, Mr. Garnett, how you prized your porcelain crock, Mr. Garnett. What makes you think I'm a lunatic, Kelton? What else? Revenge? Can you conceive of a common enemy? No. Robbery? Nothing was stolen. No. This is the work of a warped mind. Man whose hands burn with the urge to destroy beauty. And a man who knows and appreciates beauty much as we. Destruction of beauty. Good Lord, Lily. Lily? Lily Price, my actress friend, who lives on Hilltop Road. Caller. Yes, caller. I have a suggestion, Mr. Garnett. Let's have it, Kelton. My wife and I have become friendly with the Dr. Canfield, who moved to the point a few months ago. Perhaps you know him, too? Well, I was the famous brain surgeon on the West Coast. House on the tip of the point. Yes. I'm sure he could be of great value to us and advise us properly. Now, I propose we say nothing of this to avoid alarm and that all three of us make him a visit in the morning. Good idea. No answer at Lily's house. I'd love to. They're at 10.30. I'm going to drive up there. I'll go with you. Kelton, will you excuse us? Call me in the morning and we'll go and see your friend Canfield. Come on, Garnett. Right with you? Lights are still on. Watch the back door, Garnett. I'll take the front. Right. I'll cover the back door. Sean, if you need me. Lily. It's Oscar, Lily. Open up. Garnett, come inside. Did he? No, no, no. She's breathing. No blood, no signs of trouble. Give me a hand here. Get her on the couch. Yeah. No signs of struggle, eh? Look. Her painting. Good Lord, the madman's been here. The canvas has slashed her ribbons. It's worth a fortune, painted by Michele. Now, let's get some brandy into a bottle here somewhere. Oh. She's coming too, Barton. Good. Yeah, this will help it along. Take it easy, darling. Listen, Mr. Garnett, my neighbor. Oh. How do you do, Miss Price? Do you end up when Barton could get no answer on your phone? What happened here? I'm not sure. I woke up hungry and came downstairs with some milk. My maid is away tonight. I've put the light on and saw the painting. I painted, I guess. Get your things on, Lily. I'll drive you to your arms tonight. Oh, would you ask if that's wonderful? I'll just be a moment. Aren't you going to tell her, Barton? Tell her what? That there's a madman loose around here? That he might be anybody? Someone aching right at this minute to sink his fingers into a throat? Why scare her? Maybe Dr. Canfield can help us when we see him. Yeah, Canfield seems to be our only hope at the moment. Let's get to Dr. Canfield as early as we can in the morning. I'm glad you came to me, gentlemen. How much help I can be, I don't know. If this were 14 years ago, I could give you the name of the poor creature who might have done the outrages you speak of. You mean you have an idea who the man is, doctor? Oh, no, no, Garnett. I mean that I had such a patient committed to me 14 years ago on the coast. He's still there, incurable. But my experience with that case has taught me much about the strange, insane lust for the destruction of beauty. Is he the one you mentioned to me once on the train, doctor? Yes, Kelton. A man named Gabriel Fenwick. I worked hard to help him, operated several times. Just as I felt that Fenwick was cured, he embarked upon an orgy of destruction similar to that which occurred last night. Oh, are you certain he's not at large, Dr. Canfield? Oh, yes, I am, Mr. Barton. Of course I'll contact the institution and she has him at once to satisfy you all. You do agree that this is the work of an insane person? Oh, yes, Kelton. Is there personal danger involved, doctor? I mean, if a beautiful woman were about, would he...? We found Fenwick standing over the horribly battered body of the woman he was to have married. She had been a very beautiful woman. Good heavens. Is there anything you can do to help us find this devil, doctor? Well, possibly, Mr. Garnet, but only insofar as I may detect him from talking to him. There are symptoms which are recognizable to a trained mind. Would you advise going to the police, doctor? Legally, Kelton, I imagine you should. However, that might stampede the remaining vestiges of sanity in the man and cause him to abandon all restraint. How will you go about finding him? Well, Mr. Barton, I've been thinking it over as we discussed it. It won't be easy. For instance, two of you three gentlemen have already exhibited symptoms of latent obsession. Two of you could be the poor creature. Oh, please, please, gentlemen. I only said that to point out how normal such a man might seem. By the same token, you're as free to suspect me. Well, if doctor's right, it could be anyone. You won't say which one of us you've absolved, would you, doctor? No, if you want me to help, you must allow me to work in my own fashion. Go to it then, doctor, and at once you know how to reach us all. Yes, I'll go right to work. Thank you, Dr. Campion. Oh, yes, a final word of caution, gentlemen. I must warn you to be on guard against yourselves. You are all potential murderers because you fear and suspect one another to a dangerous degree. If the lunatic is in this room, I alone must find him out. As the curtain falls on act one of tonight's play, it looks as if the doctor has already done a little psychoanalyzing to determine the guilty person. You know, Mr. Barnes, that's the method I use, too. For instance, when a man feels like murdering someone because he can't get a comfortable shave, I can snap him out of it as quick as I can say, moley. Yes, man, moley. The heavier brushless shaving cream is the cream you need if you have wily whiskers or a tender skin. Because moley is heavier, it softens your whiskers, stands them up straighter, and makes them easy to cut. So you shave faster, closer, easier, and you shave painlessly. Try it. And see if you don't say it's smooth. So smooth. It's slick. So slick. It's a smooth, smooth, slick, slick shave you get with M-O-L-L-E. Moley. The heavier brushless cream for tender skins. Moley. And now back to Jeffrey Barnes and act two of The Doctor and The Lunatic. A lunatic whose obsession for destroying objects of beauty has victimized three men on the North Shore, has caused the victims to seek the advice of their neighbor, Dr. Canfield, a noted brain surgeon. They leave Dr. Canfield's home now with his promise to help them find the man-man. In the heart of each man is a seething panic that one of them is the very theme they seek. As the last of the three men starts to climb into the car, he flaps his coat pockets practically. The man who killed him, you lose something? Gracious, I've left my glasses on Canfield's mantle. Well, run in and get him. We'll wait. No, no, really, Garnet. No need to. I'd like a bit of walking. Besides, I meant to ask Canfield to dinner, and I forgot to. You, you, you chaps, run along. Okay, Calvin, we'll keep in touch with you. You do the same? Yes, yes, of course I will. Imagine forgetting my glasses. Oh, silly. Maybe Canfield will take that as a symptom of insanity, too. Goodness. Come from Canfield's. I wasn't stressed. Canfield lives here alone, so I thought... Calvin, have you been here long? I was upstairs. I'm sorry to trouble you. I left my glasses on your mantle. Oh, I see. Come in, come in. I... I'm not intruding. Intruding, Kelton. How? I am sorry. I... heard someone scream as I came up. You heard a scream? Are you sure? Could have been my imagination, but... I hardly think so. I heard nothing. I... It was a scream. It wasn't your imagination. It was a scream, and I'm through lying about it. My goodness, Canfield, you're terribly upset. Something I can do? Please count on me. Kelton, I... Yes? You are the only man I know who can help me. Why didn't I think of that before? You must help me. The strain's too great for one man too much. By all means. What can I do? Follow me upstairs. Very well. What I'm about to show you has been my secret for 14 years. I've lived in a tortured, lonely world. Sometimes I wonder that I'm saying myself. Quite. Of what? No, Kelton, not exactly. The steel doors set by a combination. Here, see? Five inches of steel. Smooth as glass inside. Do you admit it couldn't be opened from the inside? I should say so. Now is my secret, Kelton. Who? Who is it? Gabriel Fenwick. It's a lunatic. A lunatic, Kelton, not the lunatic. He's just had a master plan on injection. It's a restraining drug. I've had him under for five days because of a recurrence. He's suffered that. He's been here all the time? On my solemn word. He's not left this room for 18 weeks, nor has he risen from his bed for five days. Couldn't he have slipped out while you weren't here? Look at the window. Solid steel frame set in concrete. Steel bars, not a scratch on them. Amazing. You get it. You're so sure of it. There must be another lunatic. Ha! Whatever will we do? Come. You'll know, Kelton. Well, you can do what you like. I'm tired and I... I feel better than it's helped. I shouldn't keep this to myself, you know, Canfield, unless... Unless what? Unless you had a sound reason for keeping Fenwick as a private patient all these years. I have such a reason, Kelton. Oh? I was intoxicated and driving the car when we had the accident with the ranged Fenwick. He was legally committed to my care. I can show you the papers if you like. No, no, no. No need of papers, Doctor. I believe you. But I am as guilty of murdering the woman Fenwick killed as he was. No, I don't agree with you. But I respect your loyalty, Canfield. Furthermore, I believe, as you do, that Fenwick is not the man we're looking for. What do you propose to do about this? Just what I came to do. Invite you to dinner tonight. Martha's roasting a chicken. Oh, fine, fine. You made me feel like a new man, Matt, as though I'd given you half my load, Kelton. I'll be there. Thank you, Matt. Oh, Tosh and Piffle, man. I'll see you about seven. Oh, Matt! Yes? When I said this morning that one of you three could not be guilty, I meant you. That Martha's the most beautifully brown chicken I've ever seen. Probably because you don't see many cooking for yourself in that big house, Doctor. Oh, perhaps. What's that for? Oh, you want me to carve? This I haven't done for some time carving. Have you made any progress yet, Doctor, in your inquiries? Yes, Matt, I did. I was fortunate in learning something of great bearing on things. I believe now that someone knows the story of Gabriel Fenwick. And that this knowledge is to be used for an elaborate plan to swindle a large insurance payment. What? You don't think there's a lunatic involved? Oh, look what I've done on your lovely linen tomb, Martha. Why, it's nothing at all, Doctor. You don't give it a thought. Go on with your theory, Doctor. Well, Matt, Miss Place's mochelli painting was insured for $90,000. Barton's porcelain clock was insured for $120,000. And Garnet's collie was insured for $20,000. Good gracious. But, Doctor, that's hardly proof of anything. No, but tomorrow morning I will have a credit report on all three people. That may give us a real clue. Oh, dear, I hope you're wrong, Doctor. I hope I'm not, Martha. Better that than the other possibility. Why don't you marry me right now, darling? Then I could protect you every night from vandals. And silly. Oscar, it's late. I'm going inside to bed. The maid's home tonight. I'm not late. Lily, you're going to turn me down once too often. Go on into that stuffy house. I'm sitting right here in the car until you change your mind and come back out to marry me. I'll listen to this radio all night if I have to. You're going to be awfully cold in the morning. Good night. Good night. She's mine because she's beautiful. And he had defiled her. How beauty is for me to take. He's stolen it with his eyes. He never will again. This is your night all announcing. 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So stop trying to combat dandruff with preparations that can't compare with double dandereen. If you're not completely satisfied, return the empty bottle and get your money back. Buy double dandereen at your druggist. What are you doing here? A gun? What's the meaning? I better pick her up. Of course. Put her on the sofa, doctor. And be very gentle. I warn you, very gentle. Well, Kelton, what's this all about? I couldn't have been all wrong about you. I know you aren't insane. Put that gun down and let's discuss this. You're right, doctor. I'm not insane. My only obsession is a love of beauty. She is beautiful, isn't she? Yes, she is. You think so too, Kelton? Yes. As beautiful as my rose was and as crushable, feel her hair. Don't do that. I'll let you get closer to her, doctor. Come. Feel her hair. Stop. Don't do that, Kelton. Don't. Don't say those things. Why? Do you love beauty enough to kill it too? Here it is. Kill it. All right, Kelton. You told me what I want to know. Gun or no gun, I'm going to... Hello, Martha. Everything's all right. Call Garnet and have him bring the constable. Yes, and better have Garnet bring a crew of workmen to break into the steel room and rescue Dr. Canfield. Yes. Yes, Gabriel Fenwick is dead, darling. I had to re-attack me. No, darling, we never knew the real Dr. Canfield. Fenwick, the lunatic, posed as Dr. Canfield. Yes, dear, I'm all right. How did I know the doctor was the lunatic? Well, for gracious sakes, who ever heard of a brain surgeon hacking a chicken apart the way Fenwick did? Now, this is Jeffrey Barnes again, inviting you to be with us next week when we present another thrilling story. Remember, mystery fans, this is the program that brings you the unique, the unusual. Stories that are the best in mystery and detective fiction. All A Mystery Theater is composed and conducted by Alexander Semmler. The Doctor and the Lunatic was written by Richard Connell and adapted for radio by Frederick Methel. Louis Van Rooten and Alan Hewitt were featured in tonight's program. This is Dan Seymour saying good night until next Friday at the same time when the Mystery Theater presents another exciting study in crime. Daylight saving time goes into effect Sunday, April 28 in most communities. Check the radio column of your local newspaper for the time this program may be heard. Tonight's Mystery Theater presentation, The Doctor and the Lunatic, came to you from New York's Radio City. This is NBC, the national broadcasting company.