In just a moment, suspense with Ida Lapino.
Phew! What a night.
Yeah, it's a scorcher, Dad.
Lucky we thought of coming to the firehouse.
We had to sit around at that hen party your mother's giving.
Hello, Mike. Hello, Ab.
Say, you fellas want to put out a fire tonight.
All you've got to do is turn the hoses on and squirt them anywhere.
Yep, it's hotter than Hades.
We're all sitting here listening to the radio.
Dad, I wonder if they're listening to the auto light show.
What are you hearing, Mike?
We're just switching to auto light.
Besides, we like their batteries, spark plugs, and ignition systems around here.
Everyone does.
And everyone likes their show, Suspense.
Oh, here's the show.
Suspense.
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Today, everybody's switching to auto light.
And tonight, auto light takes pleasure in presenting...
Anton Leder's production of Rave and the Hades.
Anton Leder's production of Ray Bradbury's remarkable story, Summer Night.
Starring Miss Ida Lapino.
Oh, is the line still busy?
I just don't see how it could still be.
Oh, it isn't the line, Miss McCauley. It's the circuit.
I've been simply swamped all afternoon.
I haven't been able to get a call through to the police station for over an hour.
And the mayor's office has been busy.
Yes, I know. I'm sorry to trouble you, but it's terribly important.
Well, if you want to hang on, Miss McCauley, I'll try again in a minute.
Oh, all right.
It's been this way ever since the news got out about Piningpool of India.
You heard about it, I suppose.
Yes.
Oh, just a minute, Miss McCauley. I got another call.
Yes, this is the operator.
No, I'm sorry. That line is still busy.
Yes, I'll call you just as soon as I can give you a connection.
Oh, I'm sorry, Miss McCauley, but you see what I mean?
Oh, dear.
Oh, Miss Welsh, by the way...
It was bad enough last week when they found that other poor girl.
But this time the whole town is on its ear.
And I can't say that I blame them. What with a maniac loose and nobody knowing who it was.
Yes, I meant to ask you, Miss Welsh.
Are they sure that Lavinia...
I mean that it was the same thing as the web girl last week?
Why, yes! Why, I thought you knew.
I just knew she'd been found.
Oh, goodness, yes. There was never any doubt about it.
Whoever it was, he used a knife, just like on the other girl.
And then there was that same crazy cross and a forehead, you know, made with orange lipstick.
That's why they're calling him, you know, the lipstick killer.
Oh, yes, as I thought it must be that. But I wasn't sure. I didn't know.
Oh, yes, they're looking all over the state for him by now.
But of course they don't have much to go on. And the chances are that he's right here in this town anyway.
Oh, I'll try to get your call for you now, Miss Macaulay.
Thank you.
Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Macaulay. That circuit is still busy.
But it can't...
Well, why don't I call you back when I get through? It shouldn't be very long.
All right. But please try to hurry. It's really important. Terribly important.
While I was waiting for the call, I went to the front door to start locking up.
It was coming on evening, a warm summer evening.
And ordinarily up and down the street the windows would be open, all but mine.
And you'd hear the sound of a piano or a radio drifting out onto the still summer air.
And people would be sitting in swings and hammocks on their front porches,
enjoying the coolness at the end of the day.
But not on this day, not this evening. I locked my door, too.
I went around the big gloomy old house, checking all the windows, just like the others.
Not that I needed to, really. They'd been locked ever since Father died.
And he went away. All in that one terrible week nearly four years ago.
Yes, they'd been locked, and I hadn't left the house more than half a dozen times, and nobody...
Nobody had come here. Why should they? I didn't want to see them. Nor they me.
I was the town's queer one. But all that was going to be different now.
From now on, everything was going to be very, very different.
Yes? Hello?
I've got your party now, Miss Macaulay. Go ahead, please. Hello?
Oh, Helen, is that you?
Yes, who's this?
It's Anna. Anna Macaulay.
Why, Anna? Why, what a surprise.
How have you been, Helen?
Oh, just fine. You know, there's nothing ever the matter with me. But how are you, Anna?
Oh, I'm well. You know, I've been living rather quietly these last few years.
Yes, I... I know. I mean, I'd heard...
It's been a long time, hasn't it, Helen?
Why, yes. I haven't heard your voice for... well, how long has it been?
Nearly four years.
Has it?
Three years and 11 months, this week, to be exact.
Oh, that long has it. Well, it doesn't seem possible, and we were such good friends before.
Helen, Helen, I hope you don't think.
I mean, those last few times you called and I didn't answer.
Oh, darling, of course not.
I knew how you must be suffering, your father passing on so suddenly that way,
and you'd always been so close.
I wouldn't have even bothered you at such a time, only that we'd been such good friends,
and I thought maybe I could help.
And then, of course, I heard later anyway that... well, that is, I...
Yes, yes, I suppose you must have heard some rather strange things about me, Helen.
Oh, not strange, dear, no. But we all knew you wanted to be alone in your grief,
and we respected that feeling naturally.
I know. But sometimes I've been afraid people didn't quite understand, though.
Of course they did.
Well, darling, now that you're back in the world again, so to speak, you must come over and see me.
I'm staying with my mother now, but you know that anyway.
Yes. Helen.
Yes, dear?
Helen, it wasn't just an accident, my calling you this way.
Well, I should hope not.
I want to ask you a favour, a tremendous favour.
Why, of course, darling, anything.
I... I want you to come over here to the house.
I should say I would. I'll try to make it Friday or early next week at the latest, just to see...
No, I don't mean just sometime, Helen. I mean now, right now, right this minute.
Now?
Yes.
But, darling, I don't see how I can. I mean, I don't know what mother's plans are...
Helen, Helen, you know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't serious.
Serious? What... what are you...
Please, please say you'll come.
Well, I'll try...
No, don't just try, Helen. Come. You've got to come.
Oh, darling, what is this? What can be so serious?
Maybe I'm being silly, but I think it's more than serious, Helen.
I... I think it may be a matter of life and death.
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You know, Dad, boy, Mom would sure get a kick out of this.
Out of what, Billy?
We leave home because she's got the house full of women, and so far there aren't anything but women in tonight's Autolite show.
Well, if she's listening, we'll certainly hear about it when we get home from the firehouse.
Oh, say, Mike, what's over on that workbench?
Over there? Oh, them's old batteries. We're replacing them with new Autolite staples.
When your spark plugs, stut, stut, stutters. When your battery, putt, putt, putters.
Switching to Autolite, eh, Mike?
No, no, we've been using Autolite for over ten years now.
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A matter of life and death, I told her. I knew Helen would come to see me after that.
It would be strange seeing her again. Not that we'd ever quarreled. She never even suspected, of course.
But after that day when he went away with her, I'd simply put her out of my life and never thought of her again.
To be strictly truthful, I'd thought of her a great deal, but in a rather different way than I had before when she'd been my best friend.
And now, she was coming to my house again. After all these years, it should be interesting.
Quite like a surprise party for both of us.
Anna, darling. Helen, Helen, come in. Oh, it's so nice to see you. It's good to see you again, Helen.
Why, you haven't changed a bit. You don't look a day older. Now, tell me all about it. I can't stay but a few minutes.
Well, you know, Barton drove me over. You remember Ted. Oh, yes. And he's got to be back before seven. But never mind that now.
Darling, what is the matter? Helen, I'm frightened. Frightened of what? I'm afraid I'm going to be killed.
Going to be killed? Yes, tonight. But, darling. You see, I used to know poor Lavinia. I used to know her quite well.
And the other girl, well, I didn't know her, but it happened to her right near here in the little woods just beyond the tracks.
Anna, please, dear. What on earth makes you think anything like that could happen to you? You're perfectly safe if you don't go out and lock the doors.
No, no, I'm not. I'm all alone here, Helen. And there's been someone prowling at night. A man? Last night he tried to get in.
Are you sure? I heard him trying the doors, the windows. Well, did you call the police? No, I was afraid to.
Oh, Helen, I didn't know who to turn to but you. Everyone thinks I'm crazy anyway. Oh, Anna, dear, that's ridiculous.
Well, we'll call them right now. No, no, it'll be all right after tonight. I know it will. Please, I just want you to stay with me tonight.
Stay with you? Please, Helen, just this one night. I can't ask anyone else. I don't have any friends anymore.
But, darling, I don't even have any night clothes. Oh, I'd already thought of that, Helen. I have everything you need for tonight.
Well, I don't have anything for the morning. No face cream, not even a toothbrush. Why worry about that now?
Maybe neither of us will even be here by morning. Oh.
So she said she'd stay, went out and told Ted Barton. Ted Barton. That was typical of Helen.
Only two weeks back from Cleveland and already she had the county's most eligible bachelor squiring her around in his car.
But that was going to be different, too. I fixed a little supper for both of us and then we tried all the doors and windows.
And then there was nothing to do but sit and talk to her until it was time to go to bed. No, no more, thank you.
I'm afraid it will keep you awake, Helen. I'm afraid I won't need coffee to keep me awake.
Anna, is it true? I mean what they say about these murders. Is what true? Well, I mean...
You've been out in the world, Helen, more than I have lately. You should know more than I.
Well, all I meant was, well, you seem so frightened. I thought you might have heard something, something special.
No. Is it true about the lipstick? Why not? Oh, it sounds so crazy. I thought it might be just something the newspapers made up.
There was a cross on their foreheads in lipstick. Orange lipstick.
Anna, you do know something. Don't be ridiculous, Helen. How could I? But lipstick, Anna.
Do you suppose perhaps it isn't a man at all? It's a woman. Oh, I'm sorry, dear. Did I do that? No.
Now, come along, Helen. It's time to go to bed. Yes, I suppose we might as well.
You don't mind sleeping in the same room with me, do you? Why, of course not, dear.
Oh, shouldn't you leave on a light downstairs? No. Didn't do any good last night. Oh.
I must say, I don't blame you for being a little frightened, staying here all alone.
It's rather a gloomy old place, isn't it? Oh, I don't think so. It's always been like this. It's the way father liked it.
What about your mother? I hated my mother. Oh, Anna. Well, it's true. Why not say it? But your own mother.
What does that matter? Everyone has to have someone to hate, Helen. Enough to kill them sometimes.
Oh, and I don't think that's true. How can you say that everyone... Well, this is our room. Why, it's...
It's what? It's charming. It's so... I mean, it's so different from the rest of the house.
Yes. This was to be my bridal room, if I'd ever married. Darling, I didn't know...
Well, I didn't know you'd ever thought... That was a long time ago.
What's the news of Charles? Charles? Well, there just isn't any. You knew we were separated, didn't you?
Yes. What was the trouble, Helen? Oh, I don't know. After the first year, he simply became impossible, that's all.
You remember, even as a child, he was sometimes wild and... And strange. Oh, yes. Yes, he and I were always the queer ones.
Why, whatever do you mean? Oh, strange, different. A little apart from all of you somehow.
Not quite right, I think they say about me now. Oh, Anna, you're imagining that. No one ever said such a thing.
No. Of course not. What about Charles? Nothing. He just left, that's all. I haven't even heard from him in six months.
Are you sure it was all his fault, Helen? Perhaps if he married someone else. Oh, you know there was never anyone else for Charles.
That's the funny part of it. Of course he liked other girls. He liked you. Yes.
Well, you're certainly lucky he didn't marry you. I don't know what happened towards the end. It just went from bad to worse.
It got so I hated the very sight of him. I told you, everyone had to have someone to hate. Oh, I didn't really mean that.
Are you sure, Helen? Haven't you ever hated anyone? Oh, perhaps as a little girl, I thought I did. You hated me, didn't you?
Why, darling, I never... There were never... There were some times when I hated you, too. Oh, I don't believe it.
Children can't... Can't they? And an ugly little girl like me sees a pretty little girl like you getting everything she wants all through her life.
Well, not exactly everything. You could always twist the teachers around your finger. Later it was the same with the boys.
And finally Charles, just because you were pretty. Oh, maybe I was a little prettier than you, dear, but you were always the clever one.
Yes. Yes, I was the clever one. Well, I suppose we really should go to bed. Why, Anna, look at this. I didn't know you used lipstick.
I don't. It's just one of young cousin of mine left here several months ago. Oh, that's funny. Do you know what colour it is, Anna?
What colour is it, Helen? It's orange. No, Helen wasn't very clever. It amused me to watch her trying to think, putting two and two together,
and not being able to because she was afraid of her own conclusions, because she was essentially a hypocrite like everyone else. If she hadn't been, it might have saved her life.
It was some time in the middle of the night. I don't know exactly what time because it didn't matter. Helen was sleeping as soundly as a silly child when I went over to the side of her bed and began shaking.
Helen, Helen, wake up. What is it? Don't make a sound. Anna, what's the matter? He's in the house downstairs. Who? I don't know. Whoever it was last night, he's gotten in somehow. Are you sure?
I heard him. I've been listening for the last ten minutes. Oh, Anna, what are we going to do? We've got to get out of the house before he starts upstairs. But how can we? He'll hear us. We'll be caught.
No, we'll go down the back stairs and out through the kitchen. We can go through the back door, over the tracks to Judge Brown's house. It's not far, but we've got to hurry. Oh, Anna, I'm frightened. What if he hears us?
What if we're careful and if we hurry? The door between the kitchen and the front of the house is locked. Are you sure he isn't in the kitchen? Who is in the front? I tell you, I heard him. Now get up, Helen. We've got to go right now.
All right. Hold my hand. Yes. While I unlock the door, the back stairs adjust to the right after we get out in the hall. Oh, Anna.
Come along. Hold onto my hand and try not to make any noise. Here are the stairs. Just follow me. Yes, all right.
Watch out. That's the last step. Yes, I've got it. We're in the kitchen now. Can you see anything? No, it's too dark. Then stand right there, right where you are and don't move. Where are you going? There's something I want to get before we leave. Anna, please.
What are you doing? I've got it now. A knife. Here, take my hand again. All right. A knife? Shh, this way. I don't think I can for a minute. Come along, Helen. In a little while, it'll all be over.
As we hurried down the path, I kept thinking about the air behind me. So frightened now. I had to keep myself from laughing out loud. It was really funny. She'd always been so confident before at school and later at the parties we used to go to.
She'd been the confident one and I'd been frightened. While she slowly poisoned my life. While she quietly and deliberately stole everything I'd ever wanted. Even Charles. But it was different now.
That must be the two o'clock local. The other side of town. Yes. Which way now? Straight ahead, through the grove of trees. Anna, isn't it here somewhere that they found that girl? Yes, I.
Oh, Anna, I can't. I can't go through there. Helen, come along. Don't be silly. Do we have to? Of course we do.
Anna, what was that? What? Didn't you hear it? No. I was positive I heard something. Now who's imagining things, Helen? Oh, let's hurry. No.
I'm going to stop here. Stop. But why? Can't you guess? Even now, Helen. Oh, Anna. Don't.
She didn't make a sound. I think she'd fainted even before I struck. She died without ever realizing why I did it. I made the cross on the forehead with the orange lipstick. It seemed such a silly thing as I was doing.
But of course I had to. And then I dragged the body off the path and started home. At the railroad tracks, I turned south a few yards to where they crossed the river and tossed the knife and the lipstick over the bridge.
And watched them disappear into the muddy stream below. Not that it was really necessary. No one would ever think of questioning me. They would all, of course, assume that the lipstick killer had struck again.
And then suddenly my heart was in my mouth. From the path ahead of me, cutting sharply across the moonlight was a shadow. The shadow of a man.
Can I help you? I didn't mean to frighten you. I just thought you must be in some kind of trouble to be out at... Oh, Anna. It's Anna McCauley.
Charles. Oh, Charles. You did frighten me. Well, if you insist on running around town at 2 a.m. and your night told you. Oh, Charles. Charles, this is really too much of a coincidence.
Why, I didn't know you were anywhere near Boone Center. Theoretically, I'm not. Just passing through business trip, Mr. 2 a.m. local.
So I thought I'd kill the time waiting for the milk train by looking the old burg over again. What's your alibi? My what?
Well, that's what I meant about a coincidence. I was looking for Helen. For Helen?
I don't wonder your surprise, Charles. But it's really very simple. First, there were these, well, what the newspapers have been calling the lipstick murders. I suppose you've heard about it.
I've read something about it. Well, I suppose I was silly, but I got terribly nervous living alone in that big house. I asked Helen to stay with me.
And then in the middle of the night, she got frightened and said she couldn't stay another minute and rushed out to Judge Brown's house. How typical of Helen.
Well, then I, after I thought about it, I got worried about her and went to look for her. But I guess she must have gotten there all right. I didn't find her anywhere.
You're not alone in that big house now, are you, Anna? Why, yes, I thought you knew, Charles. My father died. Oh, I'd forgotten.
Well, silly to be standing here, isn't it? You've got to wait for a train. Why don't you come back to the house with me? I'll fix you some coffee or something. Wouldn't that be nicer?
Yes, that would be nice. That would be very nice.
I could hardly believe my good luck. Charles, of all people. It was as though he'd come back to me, almost as though he'd known and come back to me just at the right moment.
So there we were, making coffee in the kitchen, talking over old times. Oh, dear, where is that opener for the evaporated milk? I never can find it.
Oh, here. I'll open it with my knife. Just make a couple of holes in it. Ah, isn't that a rather dangerous weapon to carry around, just to make holes in tin cans?
Oh, it has other uses. There we are.
That tastes good. Charles, I was terribly sorry to hear about you and Helen. Me and Helen? That you'd separated, I mean. Is that what she called it?
Well, she said that you'd left her. Helen always had a quaint way of putting things. Didn't you? You don't still love her, do you? Love her? Didn't she tell you where I'd been?
I know. Not exactly. I'd been in a hall manor. A rest home, as they call it. It was Helen who put me there. Put you there? I'm afraid committed is the word.
See, Helen thought I was crazy. Oh, Charles. I only got out a couple of weeks ago. I imagine they're still looking for me. You escaped? I had to.
Oh, Charles, how dreadful for you. As a matter of fact, I've been looking for Helen. There was something I wanted to give her. But couldn't you find her?
No. I thought I had a couple of times. But it wasn't Helen after all. What was it you wanted to give her, Charles? This.
This? Lipstick. Yes. A frightful colour, isn't it, Orange? Are you sure you're not Helen?
I heard the doctors talking a little while ago. They say I won't live through the night. But I don't care. Oh, it's been such a glorious day.
The happiest since I can remember. People have been calling on me, whom I haven't seen for years. They say I saved the town. I must have screamed. I don't remember.
So they caught poor Charles. For the first time in my life, I'm a really important person. I wonder when they'll find Helen.
Thank you, Ida Lupino, for a splendid performance on Suspense. In just a moment, we will again hear from Miss Ida Lupino.
Gee, what a show. I was sweating and it wasn't from the heat either. What a show. Gee, Dad, a fire! Out of the way, son. Where's the fire, Mike?
Down at 28 to May. They were out of here in seven seconds, almost before they stepped on the starter. Mike sure wasn't fooling about those auto light stay full batteries, was he, Dad? No, sir.
Talk about pistol pack and action. Switch to auto light stay fulls and boy, you've got it.
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And now here again is Miss Ida Lupino. It's always a great pleasure to appear on Suspense. And as a listener, I'm looking forward to some outstanding programs on this new Suspense series with stars like Charles Lawton, Agnes Moorhead, Van Johnson, Madeline Carroll and Anne Southern.
And next week, I'll be tuned in to hear Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. in a gripping suspense story entitled Deep Into Darkness. I know you'll want to hear it too on...
Suspense.
Ida Lupino may soon be seen in Darrell F. Zanuck's 20th Century Fox production Roadhouse. Tonight's Suspense play was written by Robert L. Richards from an original story by Ray Bradbury.
The music was composed by Lucian Morawick and conducted by Lud Gluskin. The entire production was under the direction of Anton M. Lieder.
Next Thursday, same time, you will hear Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. in Deep Into Darkness.
This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.