 Loma wines present Suspense Loma wines made in California for enjoyment throughout the world Salute your health senor Loma wines toast the world the wine for your table is Roma wine Made in California for enjoyment throughout the world This is the man in black here for the roma wine company of Fresno, California to introduce this weekly half hour of Suspense Night from Hollywood Roma wines bring you a star Mr. Paul Muney And so through Seal Fletcher's play for broadcasting call the search for Henri Lefebvre and with the performance of Paul Muney We again hope to keep you in Suspense Just set down the last no-tone paper You know what it is to write a piece the agony the drudgery the exaltation A fever consumes one hours melt away at the piano Tying people mean nothing the world revolves around this rocking song this tender magic a Heavenly feeling comes into your heart and nestles there So it was with this music. I had just set down the last note on paper I was happy and weary and full of peace I lay down on the sofa to relax before Suzette brought my supper There's a radio near the couch that night. I turned it on You know what it is to feel horror true horror the animal thing I've seen horror many times grimacing at me out of the corner of my room, but this time it was upon me It was in my brain For that music on the radio playing now Was the music I had just set down on paper She said come here listen to this thing you hear it don't you This is real music playing. Yes, Mr. Flynn the radio is playing real music It is not an illusion the hallucination of some kind of my own brain Very pretty pretty Is anything wrong don't you like it then we will turn it on leave it on leave it alone listen to it Sit there beside the radio and I would get it for you. What must you score? look at it note for note Even at the grave my tonality the oboe solo And I thought It's a joke a Joke an incredible joke. Oh, I cannot read music I do not understand perhaps someone in this building has heard me play But no no this orchestration is the same and the orchestration is a secret quiet thing that one does alone Perhaps they have stolen the score Someone has copied it But I only finished it this afternoon It has been here in the draw on on the piano unless Unless someone else There is someone else someone like me With my brain my soul a Kind of double It is over now. Mr. You want me to turn it off. Oh, no, no See what they announced so concludes another see what they dare to say You've been listening to the elegy for orchestra opus 42 by our a la fed Oh Here's an imposter and their liars Give me the broadcasting station at once. He slipped out of the room And I sat there staring at the freshly written pages my brain was reeling it was It was my music every little note every turn of phrase Before me the silent radio faced me like a mocking sardonic Monsieur Picard I thought it best to bring him. You're good friend. Did you call the broadcasting station? Yes, sir And what did they say? They said, Monsieur. Oh, Monsieur Picard. I'm afraid they said Adolfo's that it was a piece by An old piece written nearly 15 years ago What Adolfo's dear boy not trying to become Tell me you can pose as a certain for a mental Sit down and try to analyze this thing from from a mental view point 15 years ago But I finished it today the brain is such a queer thing Adolfo's and a musician's brain That is still a puzzle to our scientists 10 years ago perhaps even 15 years ago. You heard this piece somewhere Perhaps your conscious brain scarcely noted that you were thinking your own thoughts But your subconscious reached out and grasped it for yourself and now 15 years later What are you trying to say, Monsieur Picard? That this piece is not mine Then I stole it from this imposter. No, no, no, I assure you my dear Adolfo's You've always been utterly original. I wrote that piece myself to you here. I Told it out bit by bit for my own creative imagination if I had remembered it even my own subconscious Would it have come so hard? It would have flowed out like a dream But I had to struggle look at these erasures and these cuts this coda And you say it was exactly this way on the radio exactly as though they had copied out the parts in the twinkling of an eye In an orchestra was reading my score Very strange man neither stole my piece somehow or rails There was some terrible coincidence Some simultaneous crooked streak of identical inspiration that leaped across the world Adolfo, who is this Honoury Lafave? I should like to know him to confront him face to face Or in a feb You've never heard of him Adolfo. No He was a rather famous composer in my youth a writer of symphonies and operas and what has happened to him Is he still alive? It is an interesting question Adolfo I must confront him to you here Mr. Pigard and convince that there's something unreal about all this Fate has played me some trick There is some horrible linkage between this man and myself Some string vibrating in his brain which has caused a like vibration in my own. I Must find him. I must somehow break the spell Supposing this Honoury Lafave is dead. Dead don't alive. I must discover where this music came from and What it meant to him and what it may mean to me Tonight Roma wines are bringing you a star mr. Paul Muney whom you've heard in the prologue to the search for Honoury Lafave tonight study in suspense Down in Bermuda. There's a famous club renowned for its fine food and gracious living Suppose we go there now to the exclusive coral Beach and tennis club and observe a dinner party on the terrace One of the party in North American has just raised a toast to his hosts as he lowers his glass another is raised by his Bermudian friend who says it has been a pleasure my friend and in a way payment on a pleasant obligation to your United States For your California has given us this superb wine in which we drink these toasts So delicate so excellent in flavor and bouquet that we import it your famous Roma wine Yes, that is true for in Roma wines You will find the uniform qualities which make a wine truly magnificent a delicacy so delightful many foreign lands No Roma wines as an expensive special occasion treat But for millions of Americans Roma wines have long been a daily pleasure for greater enjoyment of meals for delighting their guests a pleasure Which costs you only pennies a glass for you do not pay high import duties nor expensive shipping charges to enjoy this Delicacy which brings you a combination of old-world winemaking skill plus Roma's modern testing and quality controls No wonder then that Roma wines are America's largest selling wines ask for our Oma Roma wines made in California for enjoyment throughout the world And now it is with pleasure that we bring back to our sound stage our star Paul Muni The search for only Lafebbe a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense Born 1885 Educated at the eco-normal fellowship student in composition the Paris conservatoire one Cedar Rome 1988 with peace and title Etude contra punta studied under sense for two years made first great success with performance of opera except Which was presented at the Paris opera in the Do you want me to go on must you know no no no these dictionaries tell you nothing. They made everything smell of dust and corruption Has the mail come in yet? No, monsieur only the package of music from the library music. Yes, then what are we waiting for give it to me? Oh, they live Elegy Opus 42 Incredible to think of all those years Looks who said the paper is already turning yellow Engraving his old-fashioned and yet It's exactly Yes, I have a letter from his publishers. He's still alive. Thank God, but there is some mystery about him They would not give me his present address. What do you mean? They say they've not heard for him from him in 10 years his musical output is ceased He submits nothing does not answer their letters. Well, then how do you know he's still alive? They occasionally hear from Madame Lefebvre He has a wife who's been living in one good. We will write to her at once. That will not be necessary Adolfo's Now calm yourself. This is the best news of all But I'm Lefebvre has arrived now in this very city. In fact, I brought her here to see you bring her up at once Adolfo's I beg of you not calm yourself. You'll frighten her. You must not be too hasty. I Will not frighten her. I Will only find out where he is perhaps Even seeing her Sometimes reality shrivels everything the truth becomes drab Commonplace I stood quite motionless in the center of the room a Woman dressed in black confronted me across the waist of the polished floor She was thin Middle-aged a little stooped a Pale eyes looked washed out with crying Yet There was another look in them a Look of some drowned in monstrous terror Mr. Adolfo's friend. Yes. I am Cecilia Febvre. I Have heard that you are searching for my husband Honoury. Yes, madam Why do you wish to see him, miss you? Why do I wish to see him? You have not heard of my strange predicament madam. No, I have heard nothing I Arrived in this country only today You arrived alone. Yes, and Your husband my husband remained in Switzerland, miss you Switzerland yes, miss you He has lived there for many years, but why I thought they said your home was one row. I was my home, miss you My husband and I have been a Strange for the last ten years. Oh But there is much I know about my husband's work If it is about that you wish to know ten years You have not seen him for ten years. No, miss you You know his opus 42 his allergy for orchestra. Yes, miss you when did he write it about? 15 years ago Yes, I remember the piece well. I Copied out the parts for him myself then you would know the music when you see it Is this the piece madam? I wrote this music madam a month ago Out of my own head impossible impossible, but I tell you it is so how could it be? This is my husband's piece Remember the night he wrote it Hot midsummer night the windows were open. We could hear the bells of Rua bring in the hours He could not sleep And little daughter had been crying your Little daughter does his distress you miss you. No, no, no, please go on He wanted to call the piece parvain for Louise after our little daughter But I wouldn't let him it was too sad. I said and I made him call it just Just Elegy But he said it was her piece that he had been thinking of her crying all the time. He set it down Was as though all the sadness that was in his love for her Had gone into the military But I still don't understand I wrote this music out of beauty out of spring sunshine and happiness He could never understand why it was so popular. He didn't want to publish it He hid it away saying it was like Like a premonition Did come to him like some hideous omen from another world and he was right here. How do you mean a? little daughter Louise She died a little while later Madame Lefebvre. Yes, miss you. I beg your pardon for crying. I do not want to see your husband Or hear this music ever again my search has ended Do you believe in ghosts madame? No, miss you I've been through too much to believe in poor sad ghosts, but I do I Believe that neither your husband nor myself really wrote that piece There is some further horror Some demon force at work in this music it captured him and it has captured me Tell me madame Lefebvre Did your husband write any music after he wrote this piece not much more miss you you mean it racked his brain as it has racked mine Leaving him without inspiration. No. No, it was not that he continued to write. He still writes But nothing he has written for ten years has had any meaning. What do you mean miss you? Have you not already guessed the truth My husband has gone mad He has been mad for the last ten years shut up in an asylum in Switzerland. Oh I have told very few people It is a form of horrible neurosis Work neurosis the doctors call it He seems to have lost his heart The events of his past life are meaningless to him He's even forgotten our little dead Louise How terrible and now he sits in a bare room and writes music all day long He's become a slave a machine They tell me that his shelf is packed with scars, but all of them are only an endless jumble of notes Notes such as a child might scrawl across the people and it was the music The ghost music that did this who knows miss you. Yes There were seeds of madness in this thing Even from the beginning There was something uncanny Why should that radio play that music just after I had finished the piece? Why should you you a perfect stranger have come here and found me perhaps Perhaps I too Am destined to go mad You believe me people do not go mad so easily to be destroyed as my husband was destroyed One must have deep sadness and love One must have human ties a wife a beautiful little child You have no such ties No, I have no ties My husband went mad because he loved too much When I looked Louise to Heidi thought that he'd killed She died of simple pneumonia, but he could never understand He became insane with grief. He thought he was her murderer Don't you see miss you You who live here alone Whose life is so mad am live fair I beg your pardon miss you. I have seen you before Madame live fair hi, miss you. I have met you somewhere I have heard your story You have come here before no no miss you I have never come here then why should your face seem so suddenly familiar? Your words there's something uncanny about this thing madame For a moment there for a moment. I thought I knew knew what miss you I thought I knew you and your husband and Louise And that I had lived Perhaps it was only in one of my nightmares But somehow try to remember please Remember the little house in Rua the stone house the tree in the garden the coffee on Sunday afternoons The Bechtstein piano by the window the bedroom with a calico curtain little carriage underneath the stairs Louise dog Waits at the bottom of the stairs, but she will never come back No He's been dead for ten years. You must not think of her anymore. You're getting better. Dr. Picker says you are getting well Dr. Picker You see my darling your long sir I'm gonna take a silent for ten years writing a jumble of notes like a little child Dalfel's plan name you made up darling a poor mad name my symphonies are rubbish you say My adoring public are only shadows running across the walls and These mountains beyond my window these mountains You are lying to me. I'll tell you my name is a dog Look hurry this room these bear white walls these bars across the window this door one cannot open from the inside For ten years only for ten years. I have waited for a glimmer to come For some little memory like that music For ten years. I have prayed for you every day for ten years While I sat here I Do not believe Call me only to I cannot tell you how happy I am The experiment has worked beyond our fondest hopes. I've been listening to every word and you've handled it exactly Am I Yes, I have been mad for ten years You have deceived me for ten years. I Am not that Dalfel's plan. Oh, if you could have known how my heart beat Dr. Pickover's telephone Naturally my poor fellow it must be a terrible shock after ten years one cannot be cured overnight rest much rest will be necessary and Many little talks, but you will see in a few months. We may hope for something quite remarkable Monsieur and Madame the Favre I would be able to I would take up the threads in my own life as Henri Lefeur I'm still here here in this room with its bear white walls and It's door that locks from the outside I'm still here Although I know now for sure that my name is Henri Lefeur Her sadness is in my heart And a natural pain that I can never conquer War has come back The stone house the little doll carriage underneath the stairs And my arms ache with longing for a little dead child The long honey-colored hair There's no music in me now. No music save that one tune Which sings in my head all day long? My parvon for Louise I Could only get it out of my mind. I might be able to work again I might be happy as I once was happy I might look out of my window and find a symphony in the sunset on the mountains That is why I will not go back. I Will not leave this room Until I find him again Until I find A doubtful So closes the search for Henri Lefeur by Lucille Fletcher starring Paul Muni tonight's tale of suspense Suspenses produced and directed by William Spear. Roma wine makes every meal taste better That's the proven experience of those who have discovered the flavor complementing magic of the superbly delightful yet inexpensive wines For a new mealtime thrill try serving food with Roma wines Whether it be fish meat or poultry then simply place the bottle well chilled on the table with the meal Serve it in any kind of glass Once you taste the addition these delightful wines bring to the zest and savouriness of even the simplest dishes You'll wonder why you've ever done without Roma wines Remember it costs you only pennies a glass to add the marvelous flavor Complimenting magic of Roma wines to your daily meals ask for R. O. M. A. Roma wines America's largest selling wines made in California for enjoyment throughout the world This is Paul Muni It's been a great pleasure to appear in this distinguished radio play theater, which is devoted to the art of suspense I should like to pass along to you the information that I just gleaned from this sphere The next week at the same time my friend Mr. Herbert Marshall will be your star in that very extraordinary novel of Vengeance and retribution called the beast must die and One more word You've been hearing a great deal about the fifth wall on drive may sound to you as though we on the radio are being a Little overly insistent about it. Well, we are being insistent You must listen you must respond By an extra war bond tomorrow next Thursday same time you will hear Herbert Marshall as star of suspense Presented by Roma wines R. O. M. A. Made in California for enjoyment throughout the world This is CBS the Columbia Broadcasting System