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The Shadow - Death Shows The Way

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The Shadow - Death Shows The Way

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Prepper Broadcasting NetworkThe Shadow - Death Shows The Way. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.

Who knows what evil looks in the hearts of men? The shadow knows. The shadow, mysterious character who wage the forces of law and order, is in reality Le Mans Cranston, wealthy young man about town. The shadow uses his hypnotic power to cloud men's minds so that they cannot see him. Cranston's friend and companion, a lovely margo lane, is the only person who knows to whom the unseen voice of the shadow belongs.

Today's story, death shows the way. What? Damn, damn, damn, damn, not to mend the old kin throughout. Oh, what a... Yes, Cranston. What? Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. Alan! Doctor, yes, sir. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. What in the world are you doing? Take your clothes, sir. And now just a minute, Alan. I'm going away for the weekend. On the trip around the world. These are all necessities, sir. Now look, Alan. All I need is a change of linen, a toothbrush and a razor. I'm sorry, sir, but that's impossible. What do you mean? I mean that I shant since you had a place without the proper appointments. Oh, I have nothing to say about it, is that it? They're quite correct, sir. Love? Oh, well, I will say something about it and right here. No, no, look, Alan, you're coming in. Did I come in? Oh, hello, Margo. Come ahead. Are you already late? Not quite.

I have to settle a small point with Alan first. But I know what it is, too. Something to do with your weekend wardrobe. Yes, exactly. Alan? For the last time, I'm telling you not to pack my bags full of all that junk. See hunting jacket golf shoes in the clothes, riding boots, business. Oh, yes, yes, fishing tech golf. Did you hear me, Alan? Quite so, sir. Swede jacket polo shirt, tennis shorts. Then why don't you do it, I say? Because as I've told you before, Mr. Crenston, you shant go to the barton unless you're correctly turned out. And that, if I may display for Mr. Sir, is final. There, you're all packed. But the barton's don't care whether I'm correctly turned out or not. It isn't the barton that I'm trying to impress, sir. Then who is it? The Butler Walter. No. Come on, pick up your bags, Lamont. You've lost again. So, down before this weekend is over, Lamont, we must have the count tell us about his marvelous experience on Cap Creek. No, no, Mrs. Batten, I'm afraid it would be too long and dull for Mr. Crenston.

Why not at all? That's my special day. Long dough stories. I collect the... Oh, Henry, what a beautiful dough. How many did you get him? He was just the other day. Come here, my dear. Let me call that kind of dough. I'll be right back. He's a big for OSHA's looking. Now lie down, Major. How about some crackers and cheese, you people? That's for me, Henry. Okay, help yourself. Henry, that's a nice way to talk to a guest. What do you mean, guest? When Lamont's friends and friends are weekend with us on the country, he's a member of the family. Thanks, Henry. Say, speaking of members of the family, who's that young fellow approaching across the lawn? Yes, sir. Mommy, no, sir. I have to go in and have my face washed and have my suffer. Do you want to have to, mommy? Did he say, mommy? Why, Helen? I didn't know. Helen? Don't be a love. I didn't tell you that Henry and I adopted a child a couple of months ago. Oh, I see. Do I have to, mommy? I was keeping. I want you to meet some friends of ours. Miss Margo Lane, Mr. Crenston and Count Santa. How are you? I'm a love-skiffy. Do I have to have my face washed, daddy? Judging by its appearance, it wouldn't do any harm.

Aw, I think you'd better go in and do what Niz tells you to do. I don't want to. Daddy, promise me a story. Daddy will tell you a story after dinner. Run along now. I don't want to. Oh, dear, what do I do? Oh, I know, Henry. Call the dog. Tell him it's his new pet. Maybe that'll feed him. Dear, Major. Come here, boy. There, there. Oh, look, Skippy. See what your mother and I bought for you. Oh, a doggy. Hello, nice doggy. Get in here, baby. Get in here, baby. Get in here, baby. Get in here. That dog is big. Get excited. The dog just doesn't use the children. That's all. Now, Skippy, you run along. Daddy, are you going to tell me a story after dinner? I'm afraid not, son. Daddy has a very important business date after dinner. But your promise. Run along, Skippy. Mommy will be up to see you later. I don't dare to tell you from it. But tell me you're still on the seat. I'll see what you've done, baby. I can't help it, Helen. You know that Mr. Knight from Taylor, come here tonight with your necklace. But Henry, you promise me. Darling, we have guests here, remember? I hope you all enjoyed the little visit backstage in the home life of the bomb. We love that. You spoke of a necklace, Mr. Barton. Is it the same one that I read about your buying into newspapers?

Yes. The great Harvey diamonds. The great Harvey. Have you bought that, Henry? Yes. They're bringing it here tonight. Well, isn't that the jewel with the great legend attached to it? Legend? What is the legend, Miss Lane? Why, I believe the story is that it brings misfortune to whoever owns it. Isn't that it, Henry? Hmm. Some such silly yarn, yes. I think it then that you do not believe in this legend, Mr. Barton. Oh, of course not. Here, a brave man, Mr. Barton. A very brave man. Mr. Barton, I trust that you've arranged to keep the necklace in a safe place. At least, until you've paid me in full. Oh, naturally, no. Well, I guess our business has finished here then. I imagine you'd like to get back to your guests. I want to contrary. I find it very difficult to tear myself away from this necklace. Beautiful stone. Yes, Shish.

It's all right, Skippy. You can come in. Skippy, this is Mr. Knight, a businessman of your fathers. Tonight, this is my son. How do you do? When he's going to tell me that story, and Mommy said you're so forgetful to get things off of Mr. Knight at drink? Oh, my goodness. Mommy is right. Well, this is usual. Mr. Knight, would you forgive me and let me make you up one for the other side? Well, now that you've mentioned it, I wouldn't mind having a drink. It's a long drive back to town. Well, how'd you have it? Have a straight please. Water on the side. Straight it is. There you are. Thank you. Aren't you drinking Mr. Bottom? No, I... I've been on the wagon lately. Oh, that's too bad. Well, here's to the great Harvey Diamond. May it bring you much happiness. Gee, you drank it all in one go. Oh, Skippy, that's not great for life. Well, I've got to be going... Oh, what's the matter? Right. I don't know if I feel... The cure's out. Your weight is a sheep. Wants it. Get me some water.

Have a look at the cat, is that me? I'll run and get you some. I... Oh, gee. Daddy! Daddy! Oh, here's the water. Daddy! Here what's happened? Oh, daddy! He's so done like that! I bet! Skippy, go out and play now and don't say anything to anyone about this. You understand? To no one. Yes, Daddy? I want to earn it one. Hey, hello, Skippy. I want to know what you're all about in here. Here, it's something wrong. Oh, oh, oh, hello. Mr. Knight's had a sudden attack of some kind. I'm afraid he's very ill. Maybe he's got him upstairs. That can't sound her. Will you lift his feet, please? Surely. I don't think that'll be necessary, Henry. But why not? It's too late. He's dead. Dead? Yes. What happened, Henry? What brought this on? I don't know. If we were sitting here discussing the diamond then. The diamond? The diamond? What about it? It was right here on the desk. It's disappeared. You know, Lamont, some day sometime we're going to go someplace where we'll actually spend

two consecutive days when absolutely nothing happens. Margot, tell the truth now. You'd be bored to death. Yes, I suppose, a word. It's the fire horse in me, I guess. Lamont, what do you make of this thing? It's undoubtedly murder. The killer made off of the Harvey diamond. Why did Mr. Barton raise such a fuss about calling the police? Well, I'm not sure. Probably didn't want his name dragged into a bad mess. So that's what's keeping the police. Why haven't they gotten here? We're out in the country, Margot. They'll take them some time. Meanwhile, we're faced with a familiar question. Hold on it. Yes, Margot. I think there's a partial answer to your question just leaving the back door of the house. Who is it, Lamont? I'm not sure, but it looks like a continental friend, Constanto. Oh, where's it going? My guess would be to the garage. Come on, we'll find out. Do you know something, Lamont? What? I don't think he's any more of a count than I am.

Yeah? Do you know something, Margot? What? Neither do I. Do you think he's trying to make a getaway? I don't think I know. Come on, we better hurry. What are you going to do? Have a talk with Mr. Santon. Find out why he's so anxious to be here. Oh, but Lamont, that's dangerous. If he is the murder, he'll try to kill you too. Don't worry, Margot. The shadow will take care of that. I have some luggages put the starter on the fritz. What was that? I wouldn't further wearing out the battery, Constanto. The ignition wires have been cut. Who is speaking to me? I am called the shadow. Huh? Shadow. So you've heard of me, Constanto? Third of you, why, why? I thought probably you had. My name is quite familiar to those of the underworld. Underworld? Never. I've heard of that either, I suppose. Who are you? Where are you? I am right beside you.

Yeah. In the shadows. Oh, don't try to look for me. You see, I have clotted your mind so you cannot see me. Well, what do you want of me, Mr. Shadow? May I suggest first that you forget your accent? Well, what do you mean? I mean that when the starter of your car didn't work, you had no difficulty with the English language at all. You're a pretty smart guy, aren't you, Shadow? That's better. Well, what do you want of me? I'd like to know why I, after a robbery and a murder, have been committed in the bottom house. You are leaving it so hurriedly. That's my business. It's also mine. Now listen to me, Santo. Whatever your real name is. I am seeing to it that you're not leaving this place until the police arrive. So you'd better tell me all you know about what happened in the house. I don't know anything. You're lying, Santo. So I'm lying, but I still don't know anything. Then what were you doing here? Under this humane, accepting the bottom hospitality. Shall I tell you? Yes, do, Shadow. You came to steal the Harvey Diamond. No, no, no, that's a lot. You'd better tell me the truth, Santo.

There's been a murder committed tonight. The finger of your point straight at you. All right, Shadow. All right, I'll talk. But you're not hanging any murder rap on me. See, because I don't want to think about that. That's the truth. How did you become acquainted with the buttons? I met them last year in Europe. I made them think I was account because... Well, that's my record, see? When a sucker gets taken by nobility, they don't feel so bad about it. Well, the buttons look like a soft touch, so I get my play. Oh, I didn't tap them for anything over there. I just had a hunch on it, that's all. I felt like I'd build them up for a bigger take later on. Heh, I was right. You mean the Harvey Diamond? I mean the Harvey Diamond. I read about old man's button plan and a buy it, so I looked them up again. I swung this weekend because I knew he'd be getting the necklace. I see. And you came up here to steal it? Yes. My plan was to wait till sometime late tonight. Then I grabbed the stones and make it get away while everyone was sleeping. That somebody else beat me to it. You wouldn't still be lying by any chance. Listen, Shadow, I'm a high class respectable Jewelseath. Murder is out of my line. Even murder for the Harvey Diamond? You know for a supposedly smart guy,

you don't follow the ball too close to you. What do you mean? I mean that somebody else in that house who wanted that diamond somebody had killed for it. Are you talking about Santo? Well, maybe I'm not saying. Come on, Santo. I know enough about you to put you behind bars for life. Name the killer. Okay. I'm speaking. Santo. Santo. Cut me. Cut me too. Who is a Santo? Who is this murderer? It's... Mr. Come on. The mug, are you all right? Hey, yes, Muggle. Oh, I was standing just outside the door and I heard the shot. Did you see anyone as you came in? No, but I heard footsteps running down the driveway. Come on, is he? Yes, he's dead. Come on, Muggle. We've got to catch this killer before he makes a getaway. Did you bring anything from Santo? No. Just as he was about to reveal the murderous name, shots were fired. I don't know about that. I don't know about it. I came from the house. Come on.

What happened now? Watch him up. Watch the matter here. Excuse me. What's happened to him? I left him here on the porch. I can't find him. Then I looked in the lane at the foot of the grounds and two men had him. They put him in the big stood-out and drove away. Skippy, Skippy has been kidnapped. Well, Muggle, how's the room, Skippy? Well, he came to be well enough, the moment. Did you tell him I wanted to see him? Yes, he'll be right down. I'm good. Muggle, I can't understand. Why should anyone want to kidnap the child and then let him go again? Two hours later. I don't know. In fact, Muggle, I don't know or understand the happenings of this entire night. The police are out in the garage. Oh, they find anything? Well, they learned that the bullets at the Killed Concerto were fired through the back window.

That's a clever bit of deduction. I found that out when the gun won't off. They also learned that Mr. Knight was poisoned. Oh. I see. They're making remarkable progress, aren't they? Le Monde, have you any suspicions at all as the who killed Mr. Knight in Concerto? Well, they're only five of us left here in the house. I didn't do it. And I'm reasonably certain you didn't. Thanks. Sure. That leaves no one but the buttons, isn't it? Oh, Le Monde, you're not saying they're Mr. Bottle. I'm not saying anything, Muggle. Yet. If you want to see me, Mr. Kranz. Oh, yes, come in, Skippy. I'd like to ask you some questions about what happened tonight. You'll carry a gun. I can know, Skippy. Why? Because you're not much of a detective, then. Oh, Muggle, do you mind leaving us men alone? Oh, well, that's the way you feel about it. All right, I'll go down to the garage and see if the detectives do carry guns. Oh, Muggle, why didn't he? Skippy, if he tries to give you the third degree, you just call out and I'll come and run it.

Well, Skippy, now let's see you. What did Miss Lane say? You'll give me, Mr. Kranz. Well, nothing's gonna be fair. But she said you'll give me. Well, let's forget what she said now. Instead, suppose you tell me exactly what happened to you. Well, I was sitting on the porch just like mommy told me, and then the first thing I knew, there was some ant standing beside me. I see. I got scared and I started to call for mommy, but one of them put his hand on my mouth and I couldn't. Did you ever try to call your mommy with a hand over your mouth? No, no, I don't think I have. What happened then, Skippy? Well, it took me down to a car and it put me in the car. We drove away. Yeah? And then we... He wasn't Miss Lane said you'll give me. She was only having fun with you, Skippy. Now tell me what happened, Nate. Right. He told me to an old, old house who was right in the middle of a big dark woods and they tied me up with rope and everything and then they went away. Then what? Then they came and got me and brought me back here again. Is that all that happened? Yeah. Well, what did they talk like? Talk like? What were their voices like? What did they talk about? I think they talked off of funny. They didn't speak American at all.

And they had big long knives. I see. Kid Nampers must have gotten scared and brought you back. Well? Oh, here you are, Levant. Well, Henry, what's the matter? It's about the diamond. Oh, what about it? It wasn't stolen at all. What do you mean? The police were just searching the late Mr. Knight's clothing. They came across this package. Look. What? Why is the necklace? Yes. I've just finished examining it and there isn't a doubt that this is the genuine stone. But the one that was stolen. It was a copy of the original. It's customer you know for all valuable gems to have imitation substitutes. And Knight must have accidentally given me the wrong one first. Then the murderer got nothing but a worthless imitation. Exactly. You know what this means, Barton? No. When the killer discovers his mistake, he'll come back for the original stone. That's so. He might have that. Well, if he does, I'll be ready for him. I have a better idea. You can take this offer for what is worth, but I'd be glad to keep the necklace for you until morning. That's very kind of you, Levant. I know it's a rather large order asking you to trust me with such a priceless jewel, but I think you know me well enough.

Oh, yes, yes, of course, but good. Then let me have it. Oh, now look here. That's fine. We can bring it into your vault and town in the morning. Oh, I shouldn't do this. I wonder who let the dog in the house. I like to play with the dog, Daddy. When I kick him, he makes a money. No, no, never let me catch you doing that or I'll take him away from you. Major, now, Major, get out of here. I'm watching Daddy, I'm gonna kick him. Oh, Daddy, keep away from me. Major, Major, stop screaming, Skippy. I've got to go. You'll even have to get rid of Skippy or the dog. And I'd suggest I know, but for the time being, the dog just out of this house and stays up. Quiet, Skippy. Oh, it's your dilemma. Now, down, Major, quiet, now, quiet. All right, now, Skippy. The dog's gone, sorry. Are you through talking with me, Mr. Cranston? I guess so, Skippy. Yes, you can take you to anything else to tell me. That's all. Can I go upstairs to Mommy Nettle? You certainly can, and she has my good wishes. Look, Bookthirsty, too. Maybe I better have a glass of water. There's someone at the table over there. Help yourself. Do you like some water, Mr. Cranston?

Well, thank you very much. Hey, Y'all. Thanks. What a distant foot. What's in there? Daddy, daddy come quick. That's it, Mr. Cranston. Sick. I ask you not to do it. Why in the name of Thunder the Violet? What do you mean, Henry? Lamont was keeping the diamond for me. That's why he was poised, and it must be. The diamond, the real diamond, is missing. Daddy, what was the matter with Mr. Cranston? He looks so funny when he carried him upstairs. You're kidding. Why doesn't that doctor come down? Why was he being so long? No, Margaret. Doctor, how is he? I'm afraid I have bad news for you. No, no. Mr. Cranston is dead. No, he can't be. I don't believe it. Where are you going, Margaret? I've got to see him. I'm back, Margaret. I wouldn't go up there now.

Please, please, Mother. Mother. Mother. Take it easy, Mother. What? Did you...? Shh. Yes. I spoke, Marko. Oh, oh. Well, no, dear, it's easy. What did the doctor say to you? Yes, I know. He said I was dead. I fooled the good doctor with a little prick of suspended animation that I once learned. I'm sorry, darling, that you suffered from my hopes. But it was very necessary. Necessary enough to break me into pieces like this? Yes, Marko. Yes. What do you mean? Just this. As far as everyone downstairs is concerned, I'm dead. You mean permanently? No. Just for the next few minutes. Now, you've got to help me with this. How? I want you to go back downstairs, behave just as you would have. If I had really died. Yes. The shadow will join you down there. But first, you must do as I say.

Well, Marko? I can't believe he's dead. Oh, dead, mommy. Mr. Graston, dad? Hi, it's Kippy. Please. Marko, why don't you get some rest? I don't want to stay in the house with a dead man, mommy. Please, can I go outside? If that's a good idea, Skippy, why don't you? Oh, Helen, you can't let that boy out of here after what happened to him before. But I want to go out, mommy. No, Skippy. Miss Lane is right. I don't care about Miss Lane. I want to go outside. Skippy, how dare you talk like that to your mom. I'm going out. No, you want, Skippy. Do I go home? You want to get out? I think you'd better stay right here, Skippy. Daddy, who's talking to me? I'm called the Shadow. Does my name sound familiar to you, Skippy? No. No. What are you doing here, Shadow? And why are you trying to frighten this boy? Because Mr. Barton, this boy, as you call him, is at the bottom of everything that's happened here tonight. What do you mean? I mean that he is the murder of Mr. Knight and Comsanto and the thief who stole the Harvey Diamond. That's very fuss. How could a child, Skippy, is not a child, Mr. Barton? Skippy hasn't been a child for many years. Not a child? No. He's a mitchet. What?

Oh, I know for Daddy. Daddy, what'd you say about me? If you don't believe me, Mr. Barton, then I suggest you look in his jacket pocket. And I think you'll find the missing Nicholas. But I... Go on. Look. Daddy, please, I want to go out and frighten him. I'll come here, Skippy. No! Why don't you let him search you, Skippy? Well, Skippy, there's no harm. All right. Keep away from me, Ollie. Look out, Henry, he's got a gun. Yes, and I'll use it on the first one here that makes a move. Let me warn you, Mr. Shadow. I can't see it. But if you lay a hand on me, I'll get these people before you get me. Skippy, what do you say? All right, all right, can't ask me stuff. From now on, you can call me by my real name. It's Mike. Mike Rossi. Mike Rossi. Sure, and I got your diamond tool, Mr. Barton, right here on my pocket. Put that gun down, Harry. Not a chance, Mr. Shadow. I'm getting out of here right now. He's trying to out the lights. So long. Daddy. He's climbing out the window. We've got to solve him. He's running across the lawn. No! I'm trying to get down! Quick, Harry! The dog is attacking you! Oh, he can't watch it! I'll go and help him. I'm afraid that Mike your audience beyond helped now, Mr. Barton.

The monk, what made you suspect that Skippy wasn't a child? Well, Margot, that kid mapping for one thing, it was too good to be on the level. It was arranged to get him out of the house with the diamond. Then when his Confederates found out that he stole on the phoney gem, they brought him back again to steal the real stone. Oh, I see. And the clinch matters, I asked Barton to let me keep the real necklace. And after I killed over, after apparently drinking the water, I felt him take the jewel from my pocket. Nice business. Well, it wasn't a dog weekend. I should say not. Two murders and little Mike killed by the dog. You know, Lamont, I'm going to have a funny answer. I'm going to have a funny attitude toward children from now on. How's that? Well, when I touch them on the cheek, I won't know whether to pet them or feel for a beard. Today's program is based on a story copyrighted by The Shadow magazine.

The characters, names, places, and plot are fictitious. Any similarity to person's living or dead is purely coincidental. The weed of crime. Bear's bitter fruit. Crime does not pay. The Shadow knows.

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