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Tonight, Roma wines bring you Miss Joan Bennett in Overture in Two Keys.
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Suspense!
Are you feeling any better now?
You know what I've been wondering, lying here?
What's that, Mrs. Allen?
Are you really a nurse?
Why, of course.
That stuff you keep giving me to make me sleep, it doesn't.
You'd be asleep in no time, Mrs. Allen, if you'd only make up your mind to it.
It's all in your mind, you know.
That's funny. You saying that to me.
Now then, Mrs. Allen, you mustn't keep talking.
That's how it was with him. All in his mind.
That's why I couldn't help him. That's why nobody in the world could help him.
I know that now. But I couldn't bring myself to admit it until last night.
You know where I was last night? I was at the Hollywood Bowl.
It should have been the proudest night of my life.
I was waiting for my husband to enter the stage and take his place as the leader of a great orchestra.
Yes, I should have felt proud, but all I could feel was fear.
It wasn't a new fear. It was an old fear.
As old as our lives together.
It began nearly two years ago.
Ira and I had driven to the Pasadena station to meet a new pupil of his in from the East.
I didn't have any reason to believe that this new arrival would be any different from the dozens of others
who come every year to live with us and study music with my husband.
Ira, I don't see him anywhere. Don't you know what he looks like?
What's that, my dear?
Oh, never mind. There, that looks like it might be him over there.
Excuse me. Are you looking for Professor Whitmer?
Oh, Professor Whitmer. Yeah, I'm Mark Allen.
You'll have to talk to my wife. I can't hear you just now.
Glad to know you, Mrs. Whitmer.
How do you do?
You know those streamlined hearing devices you see advertised in the papers all the time, Mr. Allen?
I have one, but like an idiot, I left it at home.
Well, that's something Beethoven would have liked to have been able to say, Professor.
Yes. But you know, Mr. Allen, I think he'd rather have put up with being plain deaf.
Excuse me, sir, but what about your bag, sir?
We have our car with us, Mr. Allen.
Right. Just take my car.
Would you look after Mr. Allen's bag, my dear?
I just did. It's the one right here. Just put the bags in the bag.
Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.
Here you are.
Oh, thank you.
I guess we can all ride in the front, can't we?
After you, Mrs. Whitmer.
See, Mr. Allen, my wife takes care of everything.
That's what poor old Beethoven needed. Good, dependable wife.
Is this your first visit to California, Mr. Allen?
That's right. Never been further west than Chicago before in my life.
Well, you'll find the climate a nice change anyway.
What about you, Mrs. Whitmer? You a native of California?
Not exactly, but the professor and I have lived here ever since we were married.
It's a great tragedy, a great conductor losing his earring like that.
It doesn't worry him so much, now that he has his own protégés.
Must be hard on you, though, sometimes.
Why should it be hard on me?
Oh, I just thought it might be. That's all.
By the way, what's your first name, Mrs. Whitmer?
Why, uh, Frenzy.
You mind if I call you that sometimes?
Why, of course not. You can call me anything you like, Mr. Allen.
Ira, there's the bell.
Huh? What's that, my dear?
There's a train coming. Oh, oh, yes.
Thank you, my dear.
I hope I didn't give you a scare, Mr. Allen.
I really shouldn't be driving without that full device.
My dear, would you like to drive?
If you drive, we're almost home now anyway.
Is this where we live?
Uh-huh. This is Brooksville.
Nice little town we live in.
I certainly hope you'll enjoy it, Mr. Allen.
I'm sure I will, Frenzy.
That's all there was to it.
And yet, if he'd asked me to go away with him to Timbuktu that night, I'd have gone.
But he didn't. He didn't ask me anything.
He just watched me.
Not like the musical genius he was supposed to be.
He was rough and hard and strong.
A kid from the wrong side of the tracks.
A kid like me.
And I was watching him.
I was watching him all the time until one morning,
Ira had gone into L.A. for the day.
I was in the kitchen washing up the breakfast dishes.
And he was supposed to be up in his room composing.
But he wasn't composing any more than I was washing dishes.
He was waiting for me to go up to him.
He didn't have to wait long.
Oh, pardon me.
Why, uh, come on in, Mrs. Allen.
I was looking for my husband.
He, uh, went to the concert at the Philharmonic.
He did? Oh, I wanted him to do an errand for me.
Well, that's too bad.
Oh, well, it'll have to wait until next week now, I suppose.
He, uh, might remember and call you.
He might?
That's nice. What's it called?
It's an overture.
Overture and two keys.
Oh.
You asked me that before.
At breakfast. Remember?
Oh, yes, so I did.
I'd forgotten.
But look at me.
Why, the professor would kill me if he caught me wasting your time like this.
Maybe that's one reason you waited until he was out of the way.
Well.
Want to hear the other reason?
It's been on your mind ever since that first day at the station.
Only you figured you'd wait.
Let me make the first move.
It's the way a dame always figures.
Until she meets the right guy.
Meaning you?
I don't mean Santa Claus.
What does that make me?
Come here, darling.
You like to play hard to get, don't you?
Am I so hard to get?
I've been going crazy.
What do you think I've been doing?
When does he get back?
Late.
How late?
Never before six.
Hello, darling.
Six o'clock came too soon that night.
It always came too soon.
I think I dreaded that clock more than I dreaded Ira.
We couldn't cheat on the clock.
But with Ira, well, taking care of Ira wasn't a problem for any Einstein.
But Mark was the one who had to do it.
Mark had to fix it so that earphones or no earphones, Ira would be deaf.
As deaf as an adid.
Sometimes I couldn't understand why Mark got the idea.
I was a little confused.
Sometimes I couldn't understand why Mark got so upset over that part of it.
He used to tell me that I never would understand.
I wasn't a musician and I wasn't deaf.
Well, anyway, I had plenty of other things to feel bad about.
We both did.
We were like two shipwrecked sailors dying of thirst and all we got to drink was salt water.
You can stand that kind of thirst just so long.
Hello.
Hello, yourself.
Keep on playing.
Oh.
Isn't he gone yet?
He just called off his L.A. appointment.
What's up?
Oh, he thinks he's in for the flu or something.
Anyway, he's staying home all day.
Lock the door, baby.
Keep the germs out.
Mark.
Yeah?
He was talking about you.
He said you decided to cut the course.
I've taken in all about all he can teach me.
Besides, the dough's running short.
You're lying.
But I'm glad you're lying.
Mark, take me with you.
We can go away together.
Where?
New York, Chicago.
It doesn't matter.
He'd follow us.
You know that?
The kind of guy who'd track us down to the end of the earth.
I wouldn't mind.
I would.
I'd mind plenty.
You mean your career as the great conductor.
That makes me a heel, doesn't it?
That makes you like the rest of them.
That's all Ira thinks about, his career.
He cares about as much for me as...
Okay, okay.
So far as the law is concerned,
she's Professor Whitmer's wife.
And there isn't anything we can do about it.
Isn't there, Mark?
Nothing that makes sense.
Mark.
Does it make any sense to you?
I've thought about it.
You wanted to hear me say it, though, didn't you?
Don't look at me like that.
Then you'd be sure I was crazy about you.
Mark.
Come here.
We only didn't feel this way every time.
But we do, don't we?
Every time.
Hello, darling.
Ira.
I must apologize for lowering myself to the role of an eavesdropper.
Ira, please.
Then it's also regrettable that you, Mr. Allen,
should presume that my affliction would affect my powers of observation.
Or, for that matter, my tolerance.
You'll kindly make arrangements to leave my house.
I guess that's about the way it is, Professor.
I've already taken the liberty, or...
Or should I say the precaution of reserving a ticket to New York.
We have 40 minutes to get to the Pasadena station.
Ira, I must talk to you.
Undoubtedly, my dear.
Mr. Allen is going to catch his train.
I must go get the car.
You might help Mr. Allen with his packing.
What time do you have?
Five to eleven.
Yeah.
We can just make it.
Mark, you're not really going.
Mark!
It's in my music case.
No, it's right there on the piano.
What about the rest of your junk?
Are you leaving that behind to sue me?
It's only until I can send you a forwarding address.
At least you can tell me where you're going.
You heard him. New York.
Where's the car now?
Mark!
Yeah?
Mark, let me know if you should change your mind.
I won't have to let you know, Franzi.
I haven't changed my mind.
After he left, I remember looking at the alarm clock beside his bed.
It said eleven o'clock.
Then I thought about what I'd be doing tomorrow at eleven o'clock.
And the day after that, and the next week, and the next year.
Eleven o'clock for all the rest of my life would be the time he walked out of that door.
I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
I just sat there listening to the clock.
I must have sat there without moving for hours.
Then I heard the bell. My first thought was Ira.
Automatically, I got up and walked downstairs to answer it.
Good day, ma'am. You Mrs. Whitmer?
That's right.
Lieutenant Scott, police headquarters.
You know this gentleman here?
Oh, yes.
You must get ready for some bad news, Mrs. Whitmer.
My husband?
Yes, ma'am. There's been an accident.
Lieutenant, I'm an old friend of the family. Maybe you'd better let me tell her.
You'll have to give me some address then, Mr. Allen.
Call me here. Pasadena 1213.
That's only a matter of the next few days, you understand?
I'll stay in town as long as you need me.
Pasadena 1213. All right, Mr. Allen. Good day, Mrs. Whitmer.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Lieutenant.
Mark. Oh, Mark, I thought I was never going to see you again.
Didn't you? I think I want to sit down a minute.
Mark, tell me, what happened? Quickly.
It was pretty terrible.
I told him a couple of times to take it easy.
He must have done 70 when we hit the main drag.
Maybe that's why I didn't recognize where we were.
Anyway, I wouldn't have known we were that close to the crossing until I heard the bell.
He still had time. If he'd thrown on his brakes when I hollered at him,
it would have been all the time in the world.
Maybe he thought he couldn't make it or maybe he just didn't hear me.
I don't know. I just don't know.
It was too late to grab the wheel. It was too late to do anything.
That was when I jumped.
Mark.
The next thing I knew, there were cops all over the place.
There was a dock there, too.
I'd been here hours ago if I hadn't had to convince them that I didn't need any ambulance.
And Ira?
And those cops, they ask more questions.
Mark.
Huh?
I asked you about Ira.
Ira didn't need any ambulance either, Franzi.
He was dead.
For Suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you Joan Bennet in Overture in Two Keys.
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And now Roma wines bring back to our Hollywood soundstage Joan Bennett
as Franzi Whitmer with Howard Duff as Mark Allen in Overture and Two Keys,
a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense.
They held the inquest at the house,
took the coroner less than three minutes to return the verdict.
Accidental death.
I thought we should wait, but Mark said it wouldn't make any difference.
If people were going to talk, they'd talk anyway.
So a couple of weeks later we drove down to Yuma and got married.
During the ceremony I felt a little like laughing, much more like crying.
And let me tell you, if you ever get married in one of those Yuma wedding chapels,
you both feel like crying too. They do business day and night.
On the outside there are neon lights and on the inside everything is artificial lilies in an organ.
And do you, Franzi Whitmer, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband
to have him hold from this day forward?
I do.
And do you, Mark Allen, take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?
Mark.
What?
I do, I do.
I repeat, do you, Mark Allen, take this woman
as your lawfully wedded husband to have him hold from this day forward?
Poor Mark. I kidded him afterwards about fluffing his lines
and he acted very serious about the whole thing
and tried to make out that he didn't hear that particular part.
Well, I guess every man thinks that those words are written just to make him nervous
and every woman thinks they are written just for her.
At least I know I did.
At first we were as happy as any two people could possibly be
and then it wasn't that anything changed, but I began to worry about Mark.
It was as though we were expecting something.
Sometimes when he thought I wasn't watching him
it almost seemed as though we were listening to something.
A couple of nights ago we had the party.
It was kind of a send-off for Mark's debut at the Bowl.
And it was a very Tony affair, all the long head.
You can just imagine my humiliation, Mr. Allen,
right in the middle of Mimi's death scene too.
And afterwards he had the nerve to tell me there was nothing wrong with his voice.
It was stage fright. Oh, I could have slaughtered that tenor.
If you'll excuse me, Madam Tetra, I think my wife wants me.
Oh, dear darling.
Frank, can't we get rid of these people?
Eventually, I suppose.
Here comes Donnelly. Maybe he'll know how to cut it short.
Well, it looks like a good party.
You see, Mrs. Allen, you get an important manager
and all the important artists visit your home.
Now can you get them all out of my home?
Well, now you can't disappoint your public, Mark.
What about playing something to sort of wind up the evening?
How about the overtone? I know it won't sound on the piano,
but after all it is a fa...
Now where is he going?
You asked him to wind up the evening, didn't you?
But how can I make an announcement if he doesn't tell me what he's going to play?
Shh!
All right, I'll get it.
Of course it wasn't anything important.
Phone calls that come at a moment like that never are.
It was just someone who wanted to wish Mark good luck tomorrow night.
I said thanks and hung up.
It wasn't until I was halfway back up the stairs
that I knew something had gone wrong.
Oh, my dear, you should have seen his face.
It looked more like a stroke to me.
What happened?
There's nothing to be alarmed over, Mrs. Allen.
Where's my husband?
He's upstairs, resting.
What's the matter with him?
Nothing at all, my dear. Really nothing at all.
He was a little overtired, so he went upstairs.
If you ask me, Mrs. Allen, it's a plain case of stage fright.
Well, I was telling him...
I didn't wait for the rest.
When I found him, he was just lying there staring into the darkness.
I wanted to hold him in my arms and tell him that no matter what, he was my guy.
But I didn't.
I didn't say a word, neither did he.
It seemed like a long while later when I woke up.
I didn't want to wake up.
I was tired, dead tired, so tired that waking up hurt me all over.
Only this time, it hurt more than usual.
Then suddenly, I was sitting upright in bed,
with a chill running straight up my spine.
The sound came from the music room.
I fumbled for the light, but that didn't tell me anything I didn't know already.
Mark's bed was empty.
Somehow, I got out of bed and walked downstairs.
I kept walking, until I was standing outside the music room door.
Standing at the bar of judgment, I would have still said the same prayer,
that the door would be locked, but it wasn't locked.
The room was in darkness, except for the small lamp on the floor.
In there, looking like something out of a horror picture, sat my husband.
I couldn't see his face, only his hands flying up and down in the lamplight.
His knuckles were wet with blood.
Mark! Mark! Mark!
Oh, darling. Darling, I had to do it. I had to do something.
Talk to me. Keep on talking to me.
What do you want me to say?
Just keep talking. And hold my hand.
Your hands, oh darling, look at your hands.
Mark, tell me what's wrong. I don't understand.
Everything was fine until I left the room to answer the phone.
Was it a phone, Belle? I didn't hear any phone.
Mark!
I wouldn't have even known you'd come upstairs if it hadn't been for your perfume.
Even then, I didn't believe it. Then I... I came down here.
I played like this.
I came here.
And I played louder.
I still couldn't hear.
I couldn't hear!
Darling, don't, don't. You're all right now.
Mark, it's awfully late.
What time is it?
Four o'clock in the morning.
That's funny. You do it too.
What did I do?
Listen to see if your watch is going.
Must be a reflex action. Even he did it.
Mark!
It always reminded me of Nelson putting his telescope to his blind eye.
I don't suppose you understand about that.
Even if you'd loved him, you'd never have known what it meant for a musician...
to be deaf.
Mark, there's only one thing I know or care about.
I don't care about anything else in this world. I just don't care.
Fran?
Yes?
You know, don't you?
Yes, Mark.
You've always known, haven't you?
Yes, I suppose I have.
I'm sorry, Fran, for you.
Oh, Mark, I told you I don't care. I don't care about anything but you.
It has an awful sound. Murder.
As I sat watching him walk across the great stage of the Hollywood Bowl, I wanted to pray.
But I knew I hadn't even the right to do that.
All I could do was think of what he must be thinking.
How he must have timed it to the split second.
How he must have snipped the wire on the earphone so Ira wouldn't notice it.
How he must have felt when they were coming to the railroad crossing and he heard the warning bell and Ira couldn't.
Ira couldn't hear anything. Mark had planned it that way.
He had killed my husband because he couldn't hear a little bit.
Play.
Why don't you play?
Play.
Let me through, please. Please, I have to get through.
I'm sorry, lady. Mr. Allen isn't receiving any visitors.
I'm his wife.
Oh, of course. This way, Miss Allen.
Oh, thank heaven.
That's all right, Doctor. Mrs. Allen, the press are outside.
You must talk to them.
Mark.
I heard the bell.
Darling, it's all right. It's all right. I'm here with you. It's me, Franzie.
Didn't you hear it? The candor ring as I entered the stage.
It was the bell.
It took us an hour to get him to make any sense and then suddenly he was all right.
As all right as I have ever seen him in my life.
The doctor was as pleased as an old midwife and insisted that it was the sedative that had done the trick.
I wish he'd been right. But you see, by then I was beginning to see what was wrong with Mark.
And I knew that all the doctors in the world wouldn't do him any good.
But I still dared to hope that somehow I could.
All right, come on, let's go.
Don't you want me to drive home?
I'm okay now.
Oh, Mark.
Oh, you mustn't cry, baby. I'm okay now.
Well, that's why I can cry, you goof.
Mark.
Yeah.
Let's go away from here, right away to Canada or someplace for a year, longer if you want.
Even if you don't even look at a note of music, it doesn't matter.
You'll be right away from everything and then it won't happen anymore. I know it.
If you'll only get away, right away. Even from me, if that would help.
Where should we go? Florida? New York?
Oh, darling.
You know, it's about time you saw something else but palm trees.
Let's make it New England. Up around Vermont or something.
We'll have to get you a sleeping bag or you'll die of cold.
I love you.
Me too.
Why don't you let me drive?
You can't with one hand.
I can too.
Mark, you know, I was wondering, can you get double sleeping bags in Vermont?
Mark, Mark, you better slow down if you...
Yeah, maybe Canada.
Mark, we're coming to the crossing. There's a train.
They say it's quiet up there.
Mark!
They say you can almost hear how quiet it is some places in the woods up there.
Mark!
That's how the music ended.
They told me today that he was dead before they got us to the hospital.
I'm going to live. Isn't that swell?
Suspense.
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This is Ken Niles returning to our stage with a lovely star of tonight's Suspense play.
Glamorous favorite of movie-going millions but a newcomer to Suspense fans, Miss Joan Bennett.
Welcome to the Suspense family, Joan, and congratulations. Your performance was wonderful.
Thank you, Ken, but I'd like to share some of the compliments with Howard Duff who played the composer so wonderfully.
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