And now, tonight's presentation of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, Suspense.
Tonight, a story of devotion in which a woman risks her life in order that her husband might
be spared.
It's called, The Tip, our star, Miss Loreen Tuttle.
Thanks for driving me to the station dear.
A pleasure darling.
You really shouldn't have.
Now let's not start that again.
But the doctor told you to take it easy.
He didn't tell me to hibernate.
My heart isn't that bad.
We'll be together for a long time yet.
Thank God for that, Elaine.
I thank him dearly.
Here comes your train.
Oh yeah.
Well, I'll be home as soon as I can.
Call me when you get here and I'll pick you up.
All right, if you must.
Just a minute, mister.
What?
Won't you tip the cabbie?
Oh, of course.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Eighth floor, Mrs. Statton.
Thank you, Mr. Raymond.
Come in and shut the door.
Sit down and be quiet.
That's better.
Just do as you're told and there won't be any need for this gun to frighten you.
Who are you?
I was about to ask you that.
I'm Elaine Statton.
Mrs.?
Yes.
Funny, I never thought of him as married.
Who?
Mr. Statton, your husband.
Where is he?
On his way to work.
I just drove him to the station.
I guess I missed him.
Hope you don't mind if I wait.
What do you want with him?
All I want with him, I want to kill him.
What?
What did you say?
Why?
What did he do to you?
He ruined me.
My husband?
Yes.
But that's absurd.
Not to me.
I had my own business.
A wife, two little girls.
They're gone now.
Everything gone since Mr. Statton came into the picture.
How could he?
He put me out of business, broke up my home.
However it happened, I'm sure he'll straighten it out.
If it's money you need...
I just had his chance, only a week ago.
I begged him to help me.
But I'd had money then, my wife would have stayed.
I told him that.
He showed me out.
Well maybe he didn't understand how serious...
He'll understand now.
Well I'll help you.
I'll make out a check right now.
Sure, call the police as soon as I accept it.
I swear...
No use Mrs. Statton.
I'm going to be here when your husband comes home.
And you might as well get used to the idea.
There's nothing you can do about it.
Absolutely nothing.
Maybe if I just talk you'll understand.
Alright I know you hate him.
I know you don't care if you're hung for killing him.
I care though.
I love him.
George and I, we grew up together.
I know him better than you ever could.
We went to school together.
If I speak to him I'm sure I can get him to do something if he was unfair to you.
If you kill him you might as well kill me too.
I'd be lost without him.
I'm trying to understand.
Whatever you can get by murder you can do better otherwise.
There won't be any need for revenge.
I promise you I won't call the police if you give us this one chance.
I promise.
I don't hear a word.
I promise.
Listen lady it's twelve thirty now.
You've been at it for two and a half hours.
You can't possibly keep it up until your husband gets home.
You won't listen.
That should be obvious.
It is.
It certainly is.
Good.
Maybe you'll be quiet.
Quiet?
You expect me to sit here and calmly wait to see my husband shot by a madman?
What else can you do?
Well I can call the police.
And I can stop you.
You can try.
Get away from that phone.
Go ahead fire.
Don't point that gun.
Use it.
Put that down.
I said put it down.
Get away.
I'll try it again.
I'll keep trying.
I'm not where the wires ripped out you, won't you?
All right.
Now you can play with the phone all you want to.
What's the matter?
Not interested anymore?
Why didn't you shoot me?
It wasn't necessary.
Is that the reason?
Or were you afraid to?
Don't get any wrong ideas.
The noise might attract attention, isn't that it?
It might.
Then for all your threats you wouldn't use it.
Not until I had to.
Well you have to.
Right now.
No.
All I have to do is tie you up, gag you until your husband comes home.
Would you rather be tied up?
Please.
Who's that?
I don't know.
Expecting anyone?
I ordered some groceries on the way home this morning.
Could be the delivery boy.
All right.
Here's your chance to hear the gun go off.
One wrong word out of you and I'll fire.
But not only at you, at the delivery boy too.
You wouldn't dare.
Try me then.
I'll kill both of you.
You say a wrong word, I'll kill both of you.
You may involve an innocent party in your problems if you wish.
The choice is yours.
Go ahead.
Open the door.
Good afternoon, madam.
I represent the Better Products Company and I wonder if...
Oh.
Oh, come right in.
Why, thank you, madam.
Oh, man of the house?
No.
Dr. Friend.
Oh, I see.
Well, now...
We're kind of busy right now.
Maybe you'd better come back later.
Oh, not that busy.
He may have something I need.
Oh, I'm sure I have.
Of course, I don't mean to intrude, but if you'll just take a moment, the Better Products
Company, by way of introduction, is letting you have, at no obligation to you, one of
these three items.
We're busy.
Please.
These are free, is that right?
That's right, madam.
Absolutely free, at no obligation to you.
Now, first, there's this handy little cuticle pusher.
Second, this dandy plastic cover fits over any dish.
And third, this beautifully carved letter opener.
Take your choice, madam.
I think I'll take the letter opener.
A perfect choice.
Yes, these are very popular.
Now, if you care to look through this catalog, I'm sure you'll find many useful household
products which you may want to order.
On this page, for example, we have many specials.
And this is the last day.
You can save up to 30% by ordering now.
I do need some of these items.
Another time.
I deprive the lady, sir.
Of course, I didn't intend to intrude.
This way.
Wait, my sample case.
Well, goodbye.
I'll come back some other time.
I didn't like that.
I don't like you.
Don't try anything like that again.
Stay away from me.
Don't try anything like that again or I'll...
I said stay away.
Away.
By you.
Now, drop that letter opener.
Take it from me.
I don't want to fire this thing, but I will.
Drop that letter opener.
Drop it.
That's better.
Now, lead the way to your medicine cabinet.
You're going to bind this cut for me.
No.
I said...
No.
I'm not fooling Mrs. Treptin.
This way.
That hurt.
I'm glad.
There.
Thanks.
What's that bottle you take?
My pills.
You look healthy to me.
They're for my heart.
Oh, that's too bad.
You shouldn't excite yourself.
Good advice.
Where are you going?
I'm following your advice.
I'm going into the kitchen.
I intend to calmly take my pills and calmly drink a cup of coffee.
I'll go along.
I was sure you would.
Then brew an extra cup for me.
Here's your coffee.
Sugar.
I'll get it.
Here it is.
It's hot.
I like it hot.
Glad to please.
Drink yours.
Not at the same table, thank you.
It's a little too chummy.
I'll have mine over here.
Suit yourself.
I hope you don't mind if I turn my chair around, though.
I don't like to have my back to you.
Your manners, I'm sure.
That's right.
My manners.
What time is it?
Look at the clock.
You're blocking it.
How's that?
Better.
What time is it?
Look at the clock.
My back is to it.
Two ten.
Maybe that's your delivery boy.
Maybe.
Go ahead, answer it.
But don't forget, what I said before still goes.
The choice is yours.
The wrong way.
I'll kill whoever's at the door.
I know.
Elmwood 89325, George Stratton?
Yes.
I'm from the telephone company.
An operator's report said they couldn't get through to you.
May I look at your telephone?
Of course.
Come in.
Someone's been trying to reach you, I guess, and reported.
Say, how'd this happen?
Accident.
Accident?
I tripped over the rock.
I'm not sure what happened.
I'm sure you're not going to tell me.
Why is there an accident?
I tripped over the rock and grabbed the phone as I went down.
The wires ripped out.
It must have been quite a fall.
It was.
Is that how you hurt your hand?
Yeah.
I will have to reconnect those wires.
But it'll take long.
No.
I'm sorry you have to go the through the troubles.
But that's my job.
Do you get many ripped wires?
I imagine accidents happen.
Oh, not this kind.
The only ripped wired job I ever had.
I'm working for the company for a long time.
Friend of mine did, though. He went to the apartment, fixed it.
Was it an accident?
That's what the guy said.
My friend found a guy and a gal in there when he read the papers the next day.
Found out the gal had been murdered.
And I guess it wasn't an accident.
No. Came out in court later, the guy had ripped the wires out.
He could almost be the same here, couldn't he?
Yeah, it could.
Imagine if you read the papers tomorrow and find out Mrs. Stratton is murdered.
Hmm?
That sure would be a coincidence, wouldn't it?
Uh, oh, there.
That wasn't bad. I'll just test it.
Balzac here. Elmwood, 89325.
Yeah.
Right, thanks.
All set. No trouble now. That party will be able to reach you.
Thank you.
Now, you have your telephone and working order.
Huh. Silent at last.
Or are you only sleepy?
Sleepy? No, no, I'm not.
You look sleepy.
No, I can't be.
You know...
There's your party. Shall I answer it for you?
No, no, no, I'll take it.
Hello?
Oh, Mr. Streat.
You were?
My telephone was out of order.
That's all right. Those things happen.
How late?
Oh, fine. I didn't plan to use them today.
Thank you.
Who was that? My grocer.
He was rushed, so he couldn't make up my order. He's doing it now.
Has the delivery been done soon? I don't know.
You look tired, Mrs. Streat. No.
I've got to stop you.
Can't blame you for trying.
Why are you grinning at me like that?
Are you sleepy, Mrs. Streat? No, no.
It's just... It's harder than here.
You look very tired. I'm not.
As you were sleeping...
Your coffee...
I put pills in it.
My sleeping pills.
You fall asleep soon, and I...
I'll call the police.
I switched the cups when you went for the sugar.
Oh, no!
Why don't you stretch out on the couch?
I must sleep. I must sleep.
You can't stay awake long.
I've got to wake.
George...
George will be here.
What a shame, Mrs. Streat, to wake up and find your husband dead.
It's not for you to think. It's not for you to hear.
I'll pull the window.
Streat, go ahead and open it, Mrs. Streat.
I'll clean my head.
You sleep.
I'll call the police.
Call...
...the police.
Sleep well, Mrs. Streat.
You are listening to Miss Loreen Tuttle in Carl Abram's story, The Tip.
Tonight's presentation in radio's outstanding theater of thrills, Suspense.
Later this evening on most of these same stations,
John Lund makes his latest tour de force as yours truly, Johnny Dollar.
Dollar wades in when fraud, murder and double-cross dovetail neatly
with the reappearance of a long-missing painting.
Listen for the flowering Judas matter,
involving yours truly, Johnny Dollar, up to his neck in trouble.
Later this evening.
And now we bring back to our Hollywood soundstage,
Miss Loreen Tuttle, in Elliot Lewis's production of The Tip,
a tale well calculated to keep you in...
...suspense.
Sleeping.
I was sleeping.
It was a dream.
A nightmare.
I'm afraid not, Mrs. Streat.
It wasn't a dream.
How long did I sleep?
Long enough. It's 5.30.
No!
He must be due home soon.
No! He's not coming home.
I forgot to tell you...
If you really get through about this time, I guess it takes an hour to get there.
I've got to get help.
Stay away from that door.
I won't let you kill him!
Stay away!
Maybe this will convince you.
No!
You should have tied and gagged you while you were sleeping.
Why didn't you?
Because it's more interesting this way.
You are a madman!
No, just a little bored with a full day of waiting.
Bored with murder?
No murder has been committed yet, Mrs. Streaten.
I'm sure things will be more exciting when your husband comes home.
I won't let you!
Won't you? I don't think you can stop me.
What have you done so far? You tried to drug me, a kid stunt, so I backfired.
Worst of all, you've been trying to stop me with brawn.
That might be brave, but let's face it, I'm stronger.
All you've done is to earn yourself a few slaps and a throttling.
You won't get away with it.
Stop repeating yourself. Sit down!
That's better.
You see, I already have you taking my commands.
But that's to be expected. You're a woman. Women are emotional.
And you're a man.
A big, brave murderer who knows how to slap a woman.
It's natural for me to take advantage of my strength in this situation.
And you're superior cunning, no doubt.
Oh, I imagine you're just as smart, but not in this kind of setup.
As I said, women are emotional. They can't think on a tight spot.
I suppose there's a moral to this little sermon.
Simple. Use your good sense and be still.
And if I refuse?
That's probably your delivery. Open the door.
And shall I read it? I know. Not a word.
That's right. No use dragging the delivery boy into this.
Good evening, Mrs. Stratton.
Michael, hello.
I'm sorry this is so late.
On top of everything, I forgot your bundle on my last rom.
Had to go back for it.
Shall I bring it in for you?
No need to. Doctor, will you take this for me, please?
Sure. Right here, son.
There you are, doctor.
One moment, Michael. I'll get some change.
Don't bother. I have some.
Here.
Half a buck? Thanks, Doc.
Five after six. Pretty soon now.
You don't know what you're doing!
Not much I don't.
Another five minutes. Ten after.
You can't do it! You can't!
Please!
He should be here in about 15 minutes.
Kill me instead! Kill me!
No!
Open it! I won't! Open it!
No! Please! No!
Ah!
I'm sorry.
Good evening, madam. I thought I'd stop back.
You said you might want to make an order before.
I told you another time!
Oh, you're still here. Sorry. I had hoped you were gone.
I didn't mean to intrude again.
But...
Stubborn, isn't he?
He's stubborn.
Come on, Mrs. Stratton.
Come on!
You don't want to miss the fun, do you?
Here, have a cigarette. It'll calm your nerves.
I don't...
Thank you.
Fine.
Doesn't look like you ever smoked before.
I smoked. I used to.
I'm not accustomed to it anymore.
Oh.
Now drag deep, Mrs. Stratton.
We've only got about 10 minutes left.
Hello?
Hi. Millie?
You have the wrong number.
Isn't this Evergreen 35964?
No!
You sure?
Positive!
Well, you sure sound like Millie.
I'm not Millie, whoever that is.
Okay, I'm sorry. Goodbye.
But you sure sound like...
Goodbye!
Annoying at a time like this, isn't it?
What do you think?
I think... Hey.
Don't you smell something funny?
No. Something burning.
I don't smell anything. Well, I do.
What did you do with your cigarette?
Well, there's nothing like a fire to attract attention.
Oh, right. You are.
Move! What are you going to do?
Put your little campfire out.
But first, I've got to be sure you're safely out of the way.
Move! No, but this isn't the way out.
I know. Right here.
Into the closet!
No! I won't!
Let me out!
I'll let you out if I can get that fire started under control.
But not too bad.
Let me out!
Please! Please!
Please! Let me out!
Beast!
Is that nice?
After I rescued you.
Beast! Beast!
Don't get hysterical, Mrs. Stratton.
The fire is out.
It raised more smoke when I poured water on it, though,
than when it was burning.
I could kill you.
Then I guess I should have let it burn.
My head...
Shut up!
It's George!
Come now, Mrs. Stratton. Your husband has a key of his own.
Open the door and see who it is.
And make sure you get rid of them fast.
Mrs. Stratton, the neighbors, they say they smell smoke.
Smoke?
You better let me look around.
Really, Mr. Raymond, there's no need.
What's this?
Oh, that. It's all right now.
The cigarette. Slip behind the cushions.
I see.
Well, it's all out now.
Only took one pot of water.
I see. Oh, is Mr. Stratton home?
Not yet.
I see.
You see too much.
Well, I don't see anything. I see a lot, but I don't see anything.
All right, you see. Now go.
Oh, yes.
I suppose I'm in the way.
No, Mr. Raymond, you're not in the way.
In fact... Well, that's all right, Mrs. Stratton.
I pride myself on not being naive.
I understand how things happen.
Just be careful not to set the building on fire, please.
Good night.
What are you trying to do?
What kind of ideas were you trying to put into his mind?
They were already there.
I can't help the way he thinks.
That might be something, though.
Husband slain in love nest.
Quiet!
All right.
And my apologies if I seem rude.
But don't try it again.
Or I might use that alibi.
My pills.
Oh, please get me my pills.
Get them yourself.
Please.
I told you I wouldn't trust you alone for that long.
I'll be still.
Oh.
Here, take them.
Yeah, take it.
Hello?
Hi.
I'm down at the station now. You still want to pick me up?
Pick you up?
Careful.
I'd love to.
What's the matter?
Matter?
Nothing. Nothing's the matter.
You're late.
George.
Get another attack.
No, no, George.
Don't.
Don't come home, George.
Don't.
Don't come home.
Don't.
The cab just pulled away.
He's on his way up now.
Let him talk to you.
Give him that one chance.
He'll die as he steps through that door.
Don't shoot him.
I can hear him now.
Oh, please.
I beg you.
Please.
I'm not well.
Run, George.
Run.
Don't open the door.
Run.
Well, Mrs. Tratton?
Good work.
She's dead.
Took her long enough.
I gave her a pretty hard time.
I don't want to hear about it.
I'll pay you off as soon as her insurance comes through.
Sure.
Anybody see you here?
Anybody you see me?
This place is like Grand Central.
All right.
Let's get our story straight, then.
We were both here when it happened.
You're an old friend.
An old friend.
You spent the day here.
I'll call the doctor.
The doctor?
I had her so scared, she even called me her doctor.
When the kid was here with the bundle,
she said to me,
take these for me, doctor.
What kid?
The delivery boy.
Mike, I think that's the name.
Michael Court, that delivery boy is Dr. Court's son.
Her doctor, the only doctor she's ever had.
Shh.
Mrs. Tratton.
This is Dr. Court, Mrs. Tratton.
Is anything wrong?
Mrs. Tratton, open the door.
Officer!
Open the door.
Open up!
In the name of the law.
Suspense.
In which Lorraine Tuttle was starred in The Tip.
By 1960, our population will top 180 million.
Every year, there are more families and bigger families
creating new consumer needs,
asking better roads and transportation,
seeking new communities with more elbow space.
The future of America can look very bright to you and your neighbors
when you think of the new roads, new factories,
new services, our increasing population demands.
Have faith in the future of America.
Next week, the story of a man who killed
and a woman who helped him try to get away with it.
It's called Run the Road.
The Road.
It's called Run Sheep Run.
And it will star Kathy and Elliot Lewis.
That's next week on...
Suspense.
Suspense is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis
with music composed by Lucian Morovik
and conducted by Lud Gluskin.
The Tip was written for Suspense by Carl Abrams.
In tonight's story, Herb Butterfield was heard
as the stranger and high-averback as George.
Featured in the cast were Howard McNear,
Jerry Hausner, Shep Menken, Dick Beals and Eddie Fields.
And Remi
And remember, next week,
Morton Fine and David Friedkin's new play,
Run Sheep Run.
The Road.
Run Sheep Run starring Kathy and Elliot Lewis.
to the CBS Radio Network.