Suspense!
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suspense play produced and edited by William Spear.
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And now with experiment 6R and with the performance of John Lund as Morris Brandt, auto light
hopes once again to keep you in suspense.
Entirely fitting somehow that here in the Carlton Plaza Hotel where he spent so much
of his life, we should honor this hero of science and pay him our humble gratitude.
Mr. Brandt is, as you know, at this moment in our special clinic.
And it's from there that he will address us on the subject of experiment 6R, a page in
the progress of science with which his name will forever be associated.
When I received his letter and heard the thrilling news that unknown to any of us, a human volunteer
had actually, well, it was of course inevitable that I should call this distinguished gathering
together.
I won't speak any longer now because minutes are precious.
We're ready.
Will you speak to us now, Mr. Brandt?
Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Morris Brandt.
Brandt speaking.
I don't know exactly how you good people of science are going to take my little story,
the history of my own part in experiment 6R.
When I finish my story, if I finish it, you will wonder perhaps why I wish to tell it
at all.
Well, something about the irony of this situation appeals to me.
I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.
You know, even the fact that somebody just now pressed a buzzer and I jumped to attention
and started speaking is ironic.
Because I guess that's how experiment 6R began a couple of months ago.
Yes, just like that.
Brandt speaking.
Coffee, Mr. Brandt.
Very well, sir.
It was precisely 3.15 and 3.15 was the time for Mr. Paul Koblenz's afternoon coffee.
Naturally, it was beneath the dignity of the manager of the Carlton Plaza Hotel to have
the coffee served by anyone less than me, the assistant manager.
And so each day the coffee tray with its silver urn, silver sugar and creamer, silver spoons
and graceful limousine cups was left on my desk by a waiter ready for the humiliating
ceremony.
I picked it up and went in.
Ah, Mr. Brandt, you'll join me, of course.
Thank you, Mr. Koblenz.
A little coffee is very relaxing.
It was relaxing for him.
My duties only began with bringing in the coffee.
I had to set the silver tray on his desk and then wait while Mr. Koblenz detached a small
key from his vest chain.
Then it was my job to take the key and open the small wall cabinet near the heavily draped
window where Koblenz kept a supply of liquor.
I would take out a bottle of expensive brandy and carry it over to the desk.
Koblenz liked the dash of it in his coffee.
Ah, thank you, Mr. Brandt.
It was this part of the silly ritual that I hated most.
That locked cabinet was a symbol of Koblenz's suspicion and distrust.
No one but me was ever permitted to enter his sacred office and I didn't drink, but
that made no difference.
The liquor was expensive and might be stolen.
By whom?
By me.
Mr. Brandt, I have been looking over the monthly accounts.
Your latest innovation seems to be doing quite well.
The stag room?
Oh, that was a lucky guess.
I think not.
Your reasoning, I believe, was that businessmen like a place to lunch by themselves and quiet
and comfort.
It seems, Mr. Brandt, that you have the rare talent of knowing what people want.
Well, I hope so.
Especially when giving people what they want can be so profitable and lead to give you
what you want.
Yes, indeed, Mr. Brandt, you have a very successful record during your twelve years here.
Perhaps too successful.
Why?
What do you mean?
Success has the habit of making a man crave something further.
I think we shall have to have a talk some day soon, Mr. Brandt.
But that will be all for today.
You may replace the brandy.
He handed me the little key to the cabinet.
He had finished with me for the day.
Back in my office, I thought of what Mr. Koblenz had said.
Too successful meant only one thing.
He thought that I was ambitious to hold his job, my only possible advancement.
Mr. Koblenz was quite correct.
I would do anything to have that job.
Anything.
Now, after twelve years of it, I was determined to have that job.
Not because it was a better job, but because it was his.
I didn't sleep well that night in my cramped inside room, thinking of Mr. Koblenz in his
penthouse suite.
But finally it was morning and the hotel came to life again with all its problems.
There were the usual two or three bad checks accepted by the night clerk and all the other
boring commonplace irritants.
The only drama of the day was brought in by the housekeeper.
May I speak to you a moment, Mr. Brandt?
Yes, Mrs. Oven.
It's about 1402, Mr. Brandt.
What seems to be the trouble?
The maids won't make up 1402.
Why?
The room, I know it sounds crazy, but that room is full of rats.
Live rats?
Oh, nonsense.
The maids are imagining things.
It's true, I saw it myself.
Very well, Mrs. Ovenman, I'll see about it.
Everyone's afraid to go in 1402, so I hope you can get them out of there.
Well, thank you very much, Mr. Brandt.
Live rats.
What next?
Room clerk, please.
Hello, Brandt speaking.
Who is the occupant of 1402?
Dr. Tomlinson?
Is he in his room?
Well, when he returns to the hotel, please let me know.
I shall have to speak with him.
Rats.
Well, it was fairly typical of the kind of problem which is automatically relayed to
the assistant manager, being hardly glamorous nor important enough for the manager to be
bothered with.
Some difficult and taxing assignment, like greeting Greer Garson, maybe, would be more
fitting use for the time and talents of Paul Koblenz.
As I thought about it, and him, I began to hear a sound in my head like a clock ticking.
I recognized that it was almost 3.15.
As busy as I was, I could sense, without looking at the clock, that it was nearly 3.15.
It was time for the buzzer on my desk to sound out the call which symbolized all the tyranny,
all the pompous authority and the warped sadistic soul of...
Brandt speaking.
Coffee, Mr. Brandt.
Very well, sir.
Again, the humiliating ritual, performing the services of a waiter to satisfy Paul Koblenz
of his authority.
And today, he began the talk with me that he had been promising for so long.
Mr. Brandt, you have been with us for 12 years.
Is that correct?
Yes, Mr. Koblenz.
12 years and two months.
And you have always impressed me as an ambitious man, a competent man.
Thank you, sir.
But you must realize that you have come as far up the ladder as is possible, at least
while I am alive.
Well, I don't think...
And I am a very healthy man for my age, Mr. Brandt.
Eventually, you may replace me, but it will be a long time to wait, I'm afraid.
A very long time indeed.
Well, I'm really awfully busy, Mr. Koblenz.
I have observed certain signs of restlessness in you during the last year or so.
Restlessness?
You are not satisfied to be merely the assistant manager.
You dream of occupying this desk someday.
My desk.
Will that be all, Mr. Koblenz?
I will tell you when you may go.
You would like to have my salary, which is very considerable, instead of your own, which
is a good deal smaller.
I must say that no one is so well qualified, if anything should happen to me, you would
automatically be appointed manager of the hotel.
Mr. Koblenz, I'm sure I never...
We will not discuss the matter further.
I just wanted you to know that I know, as they say, what the score is.
Have you finished your coffee, Mr. Koblenz?
I have finished my coffee, Mr. Brandt.
Good afternoon.
It was exactly 3.30 as Koblenz handed me the little key to the cabinet and I replaced
the brandy.
I took the coffee things back into my own office and closed the door.
I knew exactly what Koblenz had meant.
He had actually said, I know you would like to eliminate me in some way and I warn you,
I'm on the alert.
Don't try anything funny if you know what's good for you.
As if there were the slightest chance.
As much as I hated him, there was nothing I could do.
Mr. Brandt speaking.
You asked me to call when Dr. Tomlinson returned to the hotel, Mr. Brandt.
What?
Oh, oh yes, thank you.
Yes?
Oh, yes sir.
I am Mr. Brandt, doctor, the assistant manager of the hotel.
May I step in for a moment?
Yes, come right in.
What can I do for you?
Well, I suppose you noticed your room hasn't been straightened.
And of course it's not difficult to see the reason why.
You have them caged, I see.
Oh yes, yes, you mean my rats.
They're beautiful specimens, aren't they?
Beautiful.
How did you get them into the hotel?
Oh, the cage fits into a leather carrying case.
Rather clever, isn't it?
I see.
Well, I'm sorry, Dr. Tomlinson, but I'm afraid those rats will have to go.
Yes, dear me, I was afraid of that.
It would only be for another day, Mr. Brandt.
I'll be returning to New York tomorrow.
I can't leave them now.
They're the subject of an experiment that may lead to the cure of an extremely deadly
disease which, for scientific purposes, we refer to as 6R.
Well, I'm sure, doctor.
Let me show you something here.
You see this yellow powder?
Take a look at this label.
Paradymethyl...
Doctor, I really don't know what that is.
Paradymethyl...
Doctor, I really don't have...
Paradymethylamino asbenzamine.
It's commonly called a butter yellow, Mr. Brandt.
You see, when a rat gets a bit of this daily in his food, he develops 6R within four months,
a spreading internal growth which insidiously destroys vital tissues.
And by the time the results are evident, the rat is past all hope and in a very short time
it's dead.
Yes, doctor, it's very fascinating, I'm sure.
But I'm afraid...
Oh, will this powder induce 6R in a human being, too?
Almost certainly, but naturally we haven't been able to try it.
No volunteers.
I don't suppose it requires very large doses either.
To develop 6R?
Oh, no, indeed.
Just a very tiny bit daily and then...
Mr. Brandt Schiller, you understand the importance of this work and why I must have the rats
with me constantly?
But if you insist, I shall move to another hotel, of course.
No, doctor.
I represent the management and I ask you to stay.
And I'll see that your room is straightened.
Well, I must say that's wonderful of you, Mr. Brandt.
Are you interested in science?
Not until now.
That's wonderful.
Oh, by the way, please tell the maid not to go near the cages.
Sometimes the rats might bite and it might be that they could transmit 6R that way.
We're not sure you understand, but it's better not to take any chances.
Yes, I understand.
Is that powder...
I won't attempt to pronounce it.
Is it quite safe in here?
Oh, yes, yes, see?
No one could find it here.
I see.
And besides, no one would know what it was.
If some got lost, it looks just like yellow dust.
It would only be thrown away.
I have more for the experiments.
Don't worry, Mr. Brandt.
Well, I'm sorry if we've inconvenienced you, doctor.
Oh, have you had dinner?
Why, no, as a matter of fact.
Would you join me?
Seven o'clock in the grill room?
Well, I should be very pleased.
Good.
We'll talk some more.
You know, I should think that someone who, well, is desperately ill, let us say, would
be honored to be your volunteer.
I know in similar circumstances, I should be proud.
Until seven, doctor.
You wish to see me, Mr. Brandt?
Yes, Mrs. Overman.
It is very important that Dr. Tomlinson finish his stave.
Yes, sir.
I will meet the chambermaid in his rooms promptly at seven fifteen and see to it that the rats
don't frighten them.
Thank you, Mr. Brandt.
The doctor arrived exactly at seven.
And at seven ten, while he was still sipping his sherry, I excused myself and went up to
fourteen oh two.
When the chambermaid was taking the soiled linens to the laundry wagon in the hall, leaving
me alone in Dr. Tomlinson's room, I filled the hotel envelope with a deadly yellow powder.
I was back downstairs before the soup was served.
I have never enjoyed a dinner more.
Dr. Tomlinson prattled on, but I didn't even hear.
I was thinking what a pleasure it was going to be to have coffee at three fifteen tomorrow
afternoon with Mr. Paul Copeland.
Auto Light is bringing you Mr. John Lund in Experiment 6R, tonight's production in radio's
outstanding theater of thrills, Suspends.
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A tale well calculated to keep you in.
Suspended.
Coblentz.
Brandt speaking.
Coffee Mr. Brandt.
Yes, Mr. Coblentz.
A waiter had just brought the tray, set it on my desk and left.
My door was locked.
I took out the envelope with the powder, put a pinch of it into one of the costly limoish
cups, filled both cups with coffee from the silver pot.
And carried the tray into the sumptuous office next door.
The office that would soon become my own.
You will join me, of course, Mr. Brandt.
Of course, Mr. Coblentz.
Of course I would.
I always had.
But beginning with today, I would enjoy it.
There was not the slightest alteration in the usual ridiculous routine.
Coblentz removed the little key from his chain and handed it to me.
I got the brandy from the cabinet.
Coblentz poured a bit of the brandy into his cup and took a sip.
Hmm.
Exceptional good coffee today, Brandt.
They make it yourself?
What?
Why?
How do you mean?
Oh, don't take me so seriously, Brandt.
But knowing your efficiency in all matters of the hotel, I'm sure you could prepare
a very unusual cup of coffee.
Well, that's very nice of you to say, Mr. Coblentz.
But I know you haven't time to waste making coffee.
Too busy thinking of ways you can work your way into my job, aren't you?
And as I told you before, you won't get it while I live.
And I come from a very long-lived family.
Yes, surely.
More coffee, sir?
Yes, please.
Nothing could possibly go wrong.
I had found out enough from Dr. Tomlinson to know that humans, and I stretched a point
to include Paul Coblentz, that humans responded to drugs in very much the same way as rats.
That was the reason rats were used for experiments in medical research.
Almost invariably, the drugs that could kill a rat could kill a man.
But the powder would never be detected.
Only its effect.
Even after months of tiny doses, Coblentz would suddenly learn that he was harboring
the hidden killer, Sixar.
I kept the powder in my jacket pocket.
As the weeks passed, it became a matter of routine to put some in Paul Coblentz's daily
coffee.
But try as I would to remain calm.
Sometimes the excitement of it would become almost unbearable, particularly at the moments
when I serve the coffee.
Mr. Brent, I can't tell you what pleasure this afternoon cup of coffee gives me.
And of course, it gives me one of the few chances I get during the day to see my busy
and trusted assistant.
That is a pleasure, too.
Thank you, Mr. Coblentz.
Oh, I received a letter a few days back from a Dr. Ernst Tomlinson.
Tomlinson?
He was a guest here, I believe, for several days.
Oh, really?
Well, I don't...
Surely you haven't forgotten.
He wished specifically to be remembered to you, the gentleman with the rats.
Rats?
Oh, yes, I do recall something.
Yes, of course.
I realize, Mr. Brent, that I have allowed many of my managerial duties to fall on your
capable shoulders.
Which action has perhaps given you a mistaken opinion of your authority on these premises.
Not really, Mr. Brent, live rats in a room.
The animals were caged?
I think I should have been consulted.
Fortunately, our other guests were not cognizant of the fact that we were for two days zoo
keepers of a sort.
If they had known, I'm afraid Mr. Fenwick should have immediately replaced you.
I'm sorry, Mr. Coblentz.
Yes, I am sure.
The good doctor seemed quite taken by you, Mr. Brent.
Have you a personality side you've never shown me?
I've always considered you rather dull.
Will that be all, Mr. Coblentz?
You're angry.
Well, no matter.
See, yes, that will be all.
I'm rather tired today.
Go, please.
Dr. Tomlinson had written, but only to compliment me.
That was good.
He hadn't missed any of the yellow powder.
As far as Coblentz's insulting behavior was concerned, well, there wouldn't be much more
of it.
Dr. Tomlinson had said there were no outward effects to 6R.
The tiny admission of fatigue on Paul Coblentz's part was, I felt it.
I watched Paul Coblentz grow progressively more pettier and sultry.
Two weeks into the fourth month of experiment 6R, and in a way I didn't expect, the last
scene began.
Under the insurance laws of our state, all employees participating in group insurance
had a yearly physical examination.
The four months Dr. Tomlinson had considered necessary to allow the growth of 6R were almost
completed.
By now, 6R would have taken hold of Paul Coblentz sufficiently to be recognized in a medical
examination and sufficiently to be at that point incurably fatal.
Even at this late date, there were outwardly no signs of Coblentz's illness, which would
make the announcement by the insurance doctor even more shocking.
It was a nervous moment.
Brandt speaking.
Mr. Brandt, I have set aside 2.30 as the time for my visit to the insurance doctors.
That should get me back to my office for coffee, after which if you have no pressing duties,
you may...
Yes, Mr. Coblentz.
At three o'clock, I heard him come back into his office next door.
He walked rather heavily, I thought.
I wanted desperately to see him at once, to see the reaction he must have to the news
the insurance doctors had given him.
But I waited.
Suddenly it was 3.15.
Brandt speaking.
Coffee, Mr. Brandt.
Yes, Mr. Coblentz.
The waiter had brought the coffee tray as usual.
I carried it in.
Coblentz sat quietly at his desk, his face partially in the shadow from the drawn blinds.
You'll join me, of course, Mr. Brandt.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Coblentz.
Here's the key.
I set the tray down, took the little key to the liquor cabinet which stood against the
wall and bent over to open it.
There was a new mirror above the cabinet, and what I saw in it made me drop the bottle.
Anything wrong, Mr. Brandt?
You seem startled.
The cups.
You've turned absolutely white as death.
But then I meant to talk to you.
You haven't been looking well for some time.
You... you changed...
I beg your pardon?
You switched the coffee cups while I turned away to get your brandy.
I always do.
It is an old custom in my family.
An old German custom.
A very old custom.
A very old and long-lived family.
Have you all this time?
Yes, Mr. Brandt.
All this time.
Operator.
Connect me with the insurance doctors, please.
In 308.
Is it possible for you to see Mr. Brandt immediately, doctor?
Thank you.
It's urgent.
And so, experiment 6R is finished.
I am glad to have been of service to science.
But I just couldn't die without sharing the credit with Mr. Koblenz.
I am sorry, truly sorry, that he could not be there with you today in his old capacity
as manager of the hotel.
But Mr. Fenwick saw fit to discharge Mr. Koblenz when it was brought to his attention that
live rats had been permitted to spend the night in one of our rooms.
And now, thank you for your attention and goodbye.
I was just bringing your order, Mr. Brandt.
Your friend just phoned and told me.
If you'd only mentioned it before...
Friend?
Mm-hmm.
Mr. Koblenz.
Koblenz?
But I didn't order anything.
Oh, no, Mr. Brandt.
That's no trouble.
We know now about your little custom.
If you want coffee at 315 every day, you shall have it.
Come now.
It's just 315.
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And star, John Lund, in experiment 6R.
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Next Thursday for Suspense, Charles Lawton and June Havoc will be our stars.
The play is called Blind Date, and it is, as we say...
A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense.
Tonight's Suspense play was produced and edited by William Spear and directed by Norman MacDonald.
Music for Suspense is composed by Lucian Morrowek and conducted by Lud Gluskin.
Experiment 6R was a radio play by Donald Stubbs and Harold Cobb.
John Lund may currently be seen in the Hal Wallace production for Paramount, My Friend
Irma.
In the coming weeks, you will hear such stars as Van Johnson, Edward Arnold, and Betty Davis.
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