 Danger Dr. Danfield. The story opens we find Dr. Danfield cutting a clipping from the morning paper. What's so important about that story that it rates being clipped out? Here's what caught my attention Rusty. I may read it to you. Mrs. Frazier Strange-Fulbia has become a legend in the neighborhood of Wolfshead Bay. Her refusal to leave the home that she and her husband occupied for many years Coupled with the fact that neighbors report seeing a bobbing light and hearing strange sounds coming from nearby Murdoch's swamp, I've lent credence to the theory that the swamp is haunted with a ghost of the vanished millionaire, Anna Frazier. Whoever dreamed of that old wives tale. Well, do you think it's an old wives tale? Of course I do. I suppose next we'll hear that the ghost of old man Frazier was seen walking through the village without a head on his shoulders. It'd be an interesting spectacle, wouldn't it? Hey, now listen to this. It was reported today that J. Barrington and company had purchased one of the pearls from the famous match necklace owned by Mrs. Alec Frazier. It's believed that Mrs. Frazier is disposing of the gems to private buyers as well as to jewelry firms. Well, what do you think of that? Why should I think anything of it? If Mrs. Frazier wants to sell her pearls, let's let her. I doubt if we could stop her if we wanted to. So you don't see any connection between the two stores? No, of course I don't. Rusty, sometimes I worry about your imagination or your lack of it. Here, let me ask you some questions. Why do you think Mrs. Frazier is selling her pearls? Maybe she needs the money. But the pearls have been in the family for generations. Mr. Frazier was a millionaire. Yet now that he's disappeared, his wife begins selling the pearls because she needs money. No, no, no. It doesn't add up. Well, that means the loader for murder wasn't money, doesn't it? Murder? Come, come, my dear. A man has never murdered until his body is found. How about his ghost? Don't forget the bobbing light in Murdoch's swamp. I'm coming to that. Now, since her husband's death, Mrs. Frazier has had a phobia about leaving the house. She's remained in it for six months. Why? She's afraid of the ghost. Ghosts, my dear, according to legend, only appear at night. No, no, I think we'll find that there's much more to this than an old wives tale, Rusty, or a back country legend. You think it will find? Dan, you don't mean that we're going to... Oh, yes, my dear, that's exactly what I mean. We're leaving for Cape Cod tonight. Dan, you can't be serious. You've a lecture to deliver, and besides, who we care about a crazy old lady who's decided to dispose of the family heirloom? I care a great deal, my dear. I haven't seen a ghost in years, and I've never met a person with a phobia against going out of doors. Now, I think if I can find the explanation for those two mysteries, my lecture classes will benefit greatly. But Dan, really? No arguments, my dear. If you prefer to remain here, you may. Oh, all right. But if you want to know, I think you're just using this as an excuse to stir up some excitement. Really? Rusty, you do have an imagination after all that. In a moment we'll return for the second act of Danger Dr. Danfield, but first, now back to Michael Dunn for the second act of... Danger Dr. Danfield. Well, we were certainly fortunate to be able to hire this old mobile in the village, weren't we, Rusty? I challenge that. I also challenge whether the thing will hold together long enough to get us where we're going in fact. Oh, I think it'll get us where we're going all right. I think that's the Frazier house there. That architectural monstrosity? Quite Dan, it looks like a mausoleum. It is rather bleak-looking, to be sure. The place is the oldest structure in this vicinity. Well, at least they get a good view of the ocean. And that's all. If I don't blame Mrs. Frazier for not wanting to leave the house, there's nothing but rocks and wind-skept scrubland. That must be Murdoch's swamp over there. Yes, yes, I imagine it is. Well, let's go up and present ourselves to Mrs. Frazier. Who are you going to tell her we are? I suppose she won't even talk to us. And that event, my dear, will have to resort to artifice. Dan, look over there. The view of the ocean is lovely. I think if we spend less time admiring the ocean, Rusty, and more in concentrating on Murdoch's swamp, we'll be more apt to accomplish our purpose. Okay. Well, well, well. Our approach must have been observed. Behold the giant. Dan, did you ever see such a huge giant of a man? Who are you, and what do you want? Well, is this the way you greet all prospective pearl buyers? You want to buy a pearl? Well, I don't know until I see some samples and learn the price. Is Mrs. Frazier at home? Mrs. Frazier isn't seeing anyone. How much money you got? I prefer to do business with Mrs. Frazier. Mrs. Frazier doesn't see anyone, I said. Yes, yes, yes, we heard you. Well, that's the next move. Let's see your money. Very well. Here. Is that satisfying? Dan, where'd you get that? Rusty, where did I get it? You surprised me. You cashed the check for that last article I sold. Oh. You are a writer. What difference does it make? Came here to buy one of the Frazier pearls. You've demanded that I show you my money, I've done so. Now, do we do business or don't we? Come in. That's better. I wanted to think we came here to steal the pearls rather than to... Wait here. Well, how do you like that? Poor Jill, isn't he? What a gloomy old place. Dan, I don't like this. What don't you like about it? Well, I'm not sure. It's so sort of eerie and... that giant. The giant's name is Sid. He was retained by Alec Frazier when an attempt was made to steal Mrs. Frazier's pearl several years ago. Here he comes back. Yes. There's the pearl. It cost you $5,000. Well, just a minute. Not so fast. I don't intend to buy a pig in a poke now. Let me see it. Okay, take a look. Only don't touch it. Trusting so, aren't you? Let me see here. Dan, it's beautiful. Yes, yes it is, Rusty, but... I'd like to see the others, please. This is the only one that's for sale. Do you want it or don't you? The only one? I thought the entire necklace... This is the only one that's for sale. If you want it, give me your $5,000. Well, I can't understand why won't you... Show the gentleman another pearl. All right, only you. I'm sorry that Sid was so brash. He's only that way because I instructed him to be. Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mrs. Frazier. Mrs. Frazier? But you're... You can be. Why? Because you're expected to find a dried up old hag and found me instead. Oh, no, no, I'm sorry. We've been told that you were different. Don't worry, I understand. Now, who are you, please? I'm Dr. Dan Danfield, Mrs. Frazier, and this is my secretary, Rusty Fairfax. Dr. Danfield, of course. I've heard of you. Did you come here to buy a pearl, Dr. Danfield, or to ask me questions about my strange phobia? Frankly, Mrs. Frazier, both. Studying phobias is my business. I've never encountered one such as yours. Down, Dr. Danfield. You, Mrs. Fairfax. I'd like to talk about it. This is the first opportunity I've had to discuss the matter with someone who might understand. Well, thank you. Do you live here alone with, say, Mrs. Frazier? Oh, no, no, there are other servants. But I depend upon Sid the most. Now then, what was it you wanted to ask me, Dr. Danfield? About this fear you have, Mrs. Frazier, what do you think will happen if you leave the house? First, I must tell you about the manor in which my husband disappeared. Oh, please do. It was six months ago. We were having a party here at the manor house. Alec and I stepped out onto the porch for a moment. Fog was lifting off the ocean, crapped toward the house like a great, grey blanket. It almost reached the edge of the porch when we heard the voice. The voice? Yes. Came up over the cliff through the fog a sort of long, moaning wail. What was it saying? We couldn't make out at first. Then Alec heard his name and thought he did. He stepped down off the porch and walked into the fog. I stood there, petrified, waiting, but Alec didn't return. So, what did you do? I ran into the house and got some more friends. Naturally, I was afraid Alec had fallen over the cliff. We ran down the stairs and Alec had had broken the rock face of the cliff expecting to find him dead at the bottom. But you found no trace of him? No. We got men from the village and searched all the remainder of that night and most of the next day. But nothing at all was discovered. That's strange. Very strange. Now, tell me, Mrs. Frazier, do you honestly believe you heard a voice calling Alec's name? I don't know. Could have been the wind, I suppose. It sounded like voice. And now you're afraid to leave the house because you think the voice might call you? You don't believe me, do you, Dr. Danfield? You think I'm neurotic or perhaps a little mad? No, no, no, no, not at all. You've had a terrible experience. What terrible? Constantly. I've become afraid of the fog. I'm afraid to go out. Afraid the fog will surround me as it did Alec and I, too, will disappear. Well, that's quite understandable. Now, I suppose you want to ask why I'm selling the necklace. Well, yes. I was wearing the necklace on that night. It was Alec's and my anniversary, you know. Tell me, do you attach some significance with the necklace in your husband's disappearance? Yes, I don't know why. The pearls have been a burden ever since I inherited them from Alec's mother. There's always the fear that they might be stolen. The relief to have them gone. Oh, I see. And now about the dancing light that people have seen in the swampy on earth. I'm afraid you'll have to take that up for the natives, Dr. Danfield. I'm sure the dancing light is a product of their imagination. I knew it was an old wives tale. Well, we'd better be going, Rusty. Thank you for the time and information you've given us, Mrs. Frazier. It's been most enlightening. I hope you're not too disappointed. Oh, not at all. As a matter of fact, I should incorporate the things you've told me in my next lecture. I'm sure it'll prove to be the most interesting experience I've presented in months. Good day, Mrs. Frazier. Good day. Come along, Rusty. Well, you think you got away with it? Got away with what, Rusty? With convincing Mrs. Frazier that you believe those stories she told you. Oh, didn't you believe them? Of course not. And neither did you. Afraid of the fog. Selling your pearls for sentimental reasons. Oh, for nuts. Strange, isn't it? She's afraid of something. I wonder what it can be. Well, whatever it is, it's outside the house, and it isn't fog. And if she really wants to get rid of the pearls, why doesn't she sell the spring in tact? There are dozens of collectors who would pay a fabulous price to possess the famous Frazier necklace. Maybe she thinks she'd make more money selling them piecemeal. No, no, no, no, no. That's not the answer. She's selling those pearls one at a time for a reason. And the more I think about it, the more mystified I become. I don't like to think about it. There's something plenty wrong with this whole deal. Yes, I believe there is, Rusty. What is Mrs. Frazier afraid of outside the house? Why are you selling the pearls one by one? Well, maybe we'll find the answer in Murdoch's swamp. In the swamp? Don't tell me that now you believe that story about the dancing light. Oh, yes, Rusty. I believe every word of it. As a matter of fact, Rusty, tonight, you and I are going down to the swamp and try to learn the connection between the dancing light and Mrs. Frazier's strange phobia. In a moment of return for the third act of danger, Dr. Danfield, but first, now back to Michael Dunn for the third act of... Danger, Dr. Danfield. Better leave the car here and walk the rest of the way. Dan, do we have to go down into the swamp? No, you don't, Rusty. As a matter of fact, I feel easier if you stay here in the car. Can you stay here alone? Not on your life. I'm not letting you out of my sight. All right, Rusty. Here, wait a minute. I check everything, huh? The flashlight, the revolver. Revolver? What do you want a revolver for? Just in case we need a ghost. Come on. Sometimes I think I'm crazy working to you, Dan Danfield. Oh, really? I thought you liked it. Well, did you? Yes. Well, I do. Thank you, Rusty. Yeah, that black patch beyond the open field is Murdoch's swamp. I wish it weren't quite so dark. Everything looks like a black patch to me. Sure, come on. We'll cut across the field and wait at the edge of the swamp until we see the dancing light. Come on, let's go. You really think we'll see a dancing light? Oh, yes. Not tonight. Then some other night. Some other night? You mean... What's the matter? Nothing. I just stubbed my toe. If you'd used that flashlight you brought along. Sorry, Rusty. We'll use the light only in an emergency. Dan, listen. Yes, yes. I hear it. It's a howling dog. Well, it adds atmosphere, doesn't it? I'll say it does. It also adds goose pimples. A howling dog seems to come from over near that lone pine. I thought dogs only howled at the moon. Contrary, my dear, they howled at a lot of things. Oh, Dan, that was a shot. It certainly was, and apparently it was directed at the dog. Well, things are beginning to happen, aren't they? Why would anyone want to shoot a poor dog? Perhaps the dog found something, Rusty. See, look there. I see it. It's the dancing light. Yes, that's the light, all right. It's gone. Oh, no, no. There it is again. Dancing just above the swamp. Yes, come on. Where are we going? We've got to find out what that light is. What? Did it do? We really care? Wouldn't it be better to go back to the hotel and have his guests? Your chance right now. Oh, Dan! Rusty, Rusty, where are you? I'm down here, Dan. Help me. I fell into a hole and fell into the water. You fell into the swamp. Here. Give me a minute. There. There's someone coming. Look out! What's that? Behind you! Quiet, you had a man when he's down, will you? Let me up. I'll... Oh! Oh! Speak to me. Oh, Dan. Oh, what happened? Oh, Dan, thank heaven you're all right. All right. I feel as though I've been run over by a steamroller. Well, you were practically whomever it was kept beating and kicking you even after you were out. Oh, it was terrible. Tell me, how many did you see with one? You know, it was pitch dark and I was in that water hole. Oh, uh, how'd you get out, by the way? Oh, it was the worst experience I've ever had. I kept slipping back and finally I caught hold of a shark. Well, anyway, you're out. That's the important thing. Where's the flashlight? Oh, here it is. Come on, let's, let's have a look around. What are you looking for? Port friends, Rusty. We can make an impression of Port friends. Dan, look. By George, a pearl, a bird in the mud. It could be one of Mrs. Frazier's. Not only could, but it is, Rusty. I'm sure of it. What do you suppose it's doing here in the swamp? I know. Someone stole one of the pearls and was trying to escape through the swamp. He thought we left her in. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! It hit Sid, Mrs. Frazier's handyman. I suppose he's looking for us. Who else? Oh! Not through Dan for you. Over this way, Sid. Who waved your light, Dan? There he comes. This way, Sid. Over here. Huh. There you are, Doc. What are you two doing down here in the swamp? Well, we weren't picking cranberries. You can be sure of that. Don't try to be funny, Doc. What are you following around here for? We were looking for a ghost, if you want to know. And, uh, since there seems to be a question and answer period, Sid, tell me, how did you know we were down here in the swamp? What do you mean? How did I know? Well, while you were still away off during the bushes somewhere, you called my name. Why did you think it was Ms. Fairfax and I? Who else could it be? We heard the girl scream, looking for more phobias while you're at, Doc. And, uh, found one, Sid. Come on, Rusty, let's get back to town. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Mrs. Frazier said to bring you back to the house. She thought you might be hurt. Our compliments to Mrs. Frazier, Sid, but tell her we have an important engagement in the village with a constable. Well, I don't know, young fella. Sounds pretty far-fetched to me. Oh, does it constable? How would it sound to you if I produced the murdered body of Alec Frazier? You don't believe you can do it. You want a bet? I ain't a better man. I tell you what I will do, though. What's that? You show me Frazier's murdered body and I'll arrest the man who murdered him. Well, that's mighty. Why did you, constable? Tell me, uh, how are you going to tell who murdered him? I never thought of that. Bet you off. All right, constable. I'll make a deal with you. I'll not only produce Frazier's body, but I'll produce his murderer and prove his guilt. It's a deal. What do you want me to do? You just meet me in this fair facts at the south edge of Murdoch Swamp tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. No, no, no, no, deal's off. Swamp's haunted. It wouldn't go in there for a hundred dead men. No, it won't have to. All you have to do is sit on the edge of the swamp with your squirrel gun or whatever kind of weapon you carry, and I'll bring out Frazier's body. It's a deal. Have a glass of cider? Well, I prefer a bonded bourbon. How's that? I said, uh, thanks. Thanks very much. There's nothing like a glass of cider to steady a man's nerves when he's about to dig up a six-month-old corpse. Well, here's, uh, here's to you, Constable. Never mind that stuff. Let's drink. Ben, are you sure the Constable will be here? Huh? From what you told me, he didn't sound very brave. Well, I think the Constable's much braver than we give him credit for, Rusty. Here, let me get my shovel. Yes, there's the Constable sitting over under the tree. Holy smoke. Is he a policeman? I thought that characters who look like him only lived in the comic strips. No, looks are sometimes deceiving. Oh, hello there, Constable. Hi, there, young fellow. You thought I wouldn't show up, didn't you? Hey, who's that you got with you? Well, it's... Pretty, ain't she? Hey, Jay, I just thought of something. You got a gun? Well, yes, Constable. As a matter of fact, I always... Good, good. You're going to make your deputy. Raise right hand. But look here, I... Raise right hand, said. Well, I'm all right. That's it, that's it. And you saw me swear. You're going to make your deputy. There, now, now you're a deputy. If you want to shoot anybody, you can. Go on, I'll get out of here. Take a nap. Pretty. All right, Constable. We'll be back inside of an hour. Come on, Rusty. Oh, Dan, I think he's wonderful. Why, because he said you were pretty? I had nothing to do with it. Had nothing to do with it? Okay, Rusty. Yeah, I think he's all right, too. And careful now, this swamp ground is treacherous even in daylight. It's nowhere near as forbidding, though. Every time I think of last night, I get a fresh crop of goose pimples. Hey, wait a minute. Yes, there it is. There's what? The lone pine tree we spotted last night when we heard the howling dog. Dan, you don't think the dog was howling because he found Alec Frazier's dead body? That's what I'm basing my theory on, Rusty. But by George, look. Dan, it's the dog. Yes, shot through the head. I've seen Alec. The surrounding brush is so thick the shot must have been fired at close range. If we could find the empty cartridge and then find time from which it was fired. Well, I think we'll have to go to that much. Come on, let's look around here a bit. Even after six months, there'll still be some... Dan, look over there. By George, Rusty, you found it. Dan, is it...is it a grave? It isn't. I'm going to be very disappointed. Here, let me get my shovel into action. Dan, it will be awful if there's a man under that mud. Don't be serious, Rusty. This is all in days of work. Well... What's the matter? Well, I...I hit something, I think. Oh, Dan, I can't look. Yes, there's something here. Are you all right? Dan, I don't like this. Rusty, look. I can't, Dan. Yes, it's a man's hand. Do you see those questions' fingers? Well, there are pearls. Three of them. Yes, and that answers all of the questions. Dan, listen. Yes, I heard it. Well, it senses that there's a small size bed going on all day. Dan, you don't think that the crabs... What are you going to say, Rusty? Well, you don't think that the constable is in trouble. That's exactly what I do think. Rusty, we've got to help him. Come on. Those shots came from over that way. The constable was afraid to come into the swamp. Oh, no, no, no. He said it. No, I know he was kidding. Say, look out. Oh, don't worry about me. Let the water go over. Well, you didn't feel that way. It's behind that tree. Dan, it's Sid. Yes, yes. He's got a bead on the constable. We've got to do something. I intend to. Stay here, Rusty. All right, Sid, drop it. Boy, you... Okay, that's the way you want it. Take this. You squirt. I think this one right on the button. I wouldn't have been if I hadn't got in a lucky punch, Rusty. Look, look, Dan. Here comes the constable. Yes, yes. Constable. Constable, this way. Hi, hi, there, young turner. You thought I was here to come into the swamp, didn't you? So it's Sid Edmonds. Hey, bet he thinks different now. Yes, I imagine he does. That's him on the ground, huh? I must have winged him. Yes, you must have. Well, he's shooting days here over now. Hey, hey, what's happened to that pretty girl you had with you? Rusty, well, she's right here. Rusty. Well, she's fainted. In a moment we return for the conclusion of Danger Dr. Danfield, but first, now for the conclusion of Dr. Danfield. Well, constable, at least Mr. Fairfax and I can say is that we're grateful to you for saving our lives. I'll say we are. It hadn't been for you. We'd both be dead. Pretty, ain't she? Nice construction job, too. Constable, yeah? Something wrong, young turner? As I was saying, Constable, why was it you didn't investigate the dancing for today? Scared, that's why. Couldn't figure it out. Us country folks don't like them things. Tell him the explanation of it, damn. Yeah, yeah, tell me, young feller. Yeah, pretty, ain't you? I'll be glad to explain, constable, if you'll keep your mind on a subject. You see, sit in Mrs. Frazier, murdered Alec Frazier the night of the party six months ago, probably the moment it was love. Is that a fact? Yes. Mrs. Frazier ordered her husband into the swamp where he was attacked by Sid. Now, in the struggle that ensued, Alec grasped the pearl necklace and tore it from his wife's throat. Where do you tell? Lost of the pearls fell to the ground, although three of them remained in the grasp of Alec, unnoticed in the excitement of the moment by Sid and Mrs. Frazier, you see. Then it probably wasn't until she got back to the house that Mrs. Frazier realized her necklace had been ruined. That's right, Rusty. They'd realized that she'd been in the swamp and become suspicious. So that accounts for the dancing light. It was a flashlight held by either Sid or Mrs. Frazier while they hunted for the pearls. That's right. The light served a double purpose. It frightened the natives away, and Mrs. Frazier was able to recover most of her pearls. But why did she dream up that story about being afraid to leave the house and why was she selling the pearls one by one? Mrs. Frazier, my dear, was a very clever woman. If she could convince people that she was afraid to leave the house, I'd expect it was she in the swamp. Also, no one would have the opportunity to wonder why she never wore the necklace. But selling the pearls one at a time... Well, sooner or later Mrs. Frazier would be forced to produce the necklace when it came time to renew the insurance on it, for example. So she had to get rid of those pearls in a manner that seemed normal. And since she couldn't offer the entire necklace, she sold the gems one at a time. Yes, that's right. Now by selling them to different people, no one could possibly know that the necklace wasn't complete. Well, a great debt. Oh, Mr. Frazier was just saying we'd like to have you spend a few days with us in New York, Constable. Say, how about coming down next Tuesday? Nope, nope. Deal's off. Tuesday, let's go to the voting. Voting? Why, sure. Don't you know that Tuesday's voting day? Dog on it, you forgot you're an American. You forgot you got the right to go and vote for the things you want. You forgot it's your duty to do that. Yeah, darn tootin' them right. Well, if you ain't satisfied with the way things is, go to change them. You won't get them changed nor the way. Gosh, Dan, that's true, isn't it? That's a trouble, you folks, you don't think. You got the right to think and to say what you please and to vote for the things you want. You forget about it. I wonder how you'd feel if you didn't have that rights. Well, if you don't get out and vote, maybe you'll find out. You're 100% right. Tuesday is voting day, and I'll be the first of the polls. You bet we will. That's better. Pretty, ain't you? Pretty enough to vote, Constable. Well, so long. See you at the voting.