The Shadow: S2E3 - The Horror in the Night (Radio Recreation)
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October's first drama, “The Horror in the Night,” is about murder and the terror of a nightmare that came to life out of the long-dead past. Lamont Cranston gets a call from his friend Will Markham saying he is in terrible trouble at the Denmoor Arms. Lamont and his lovely friend and Companion Margot Lane quickly head out to investigate on what's happened to Mr. Markham.
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Mrs. McGrow is a crazed gray-haired woman around the age of fifty living in The Denmoor Arms. Some say that she has losted her mind a long time ago and killed three men. She claims to have died years ago, with a knife sticking in her chest. Is she a ghost, or is there something more to this?
There’s nothin’ so comfortin’ as a bright log fire on a dark, chill night, is there, Mr. Wentzer?
Now, I do trust you have no fear of the elements, Mr. Greer . . . nor you either, my dear Mr. Wentzer. You have no cause for fear, you know . . . none at all.
(Rising) I fear the fire is dying out. It’s almost twelve now – two hours past the usual time. Would you not like to retire, gentlemen? (Pauses) Would you not like to go up to your beds? I said would you not . . . (Breaks off) But of course you can’t get up to bed without help, can you? . . . (Chuckles) How could you? After all, you poor things . . . you’re dead!A corpse? (Laughs) Oh, sir, you must mean dear Mr. Wentzer. . . . He’s been with us for quite a while.
Of course he is, sweetie. I can’t remember when Mr. Wentzer was alive.
It’s for me . . . the buzzer. I do declare, I run my feet off in this hotel
I’ll attend to you later, I will . . . as soon as I’ve seen to dear Mr. Greer.(Fades on) It’s not Cranston. It’s me, Mr. Markham . . . me, your friend – the widow McGow – the woman you promised to help – the woman you swore you’d never cheat . . . and now you’re trying to escape . . . to run away with all my grandfather’s gold!
(Laughs) Warn me?! Ha! . . . What worse could you do than steal my treasure? . . . What worse could you do, you thief?!
Mr. Will Markham is a friend of Lamont Cranston who met at a party given by a Producer. He has found a place called the Denmoor Arms and wants to turn it into a Film Studio. But he soon fears for his own life for he's discovered multiple bodies.
This is Markham – Will Markham. I met you not long ago at a party given by Charlie Artz, the producer.
The Denmoor Arms. . . . It’s fifty miles out on the old Burly Hill Road.
I’ve walked into trouble, and I doubt if I’ll walk out of it alive. Help me, Cranston . . . please! There are things going on here the like of which I’ve never seen before in my life!Lamont! . . . Margot! . . .
I’d have sworn I’d never see the face of a friend again. . . . Help me out of here.
Well, she suddenly clobbered me over the back of the head with a poker and knocked me unconscious. . . . Probably she rolled me down the cellar steps after that, because the next thing I knew, I was regaining my senses inside this coffin here. . . .
Yes, I know. She was here when I first walked in, and she was very cordial to me then too. She told me that she was in possession of a great secret – the secret of the Denmoor Arms – but that no one was ever going to find it out but her.
Yes. She didn’t identify it very clearly. It’s in this house she said . . . hidden in a hiding place within a hiding place.(Cuts in fiercely) I said I’ll take it, Margot! And now, you’ll favor me by telling Mr. Cranston nothing
(Boastfully) And you did very well . . . very well indeed, just as I hoped you would. (Chuckles) You see, I couldn’t call in the police to search this place, but I did even better! . . . I took advantage of my acquaintance with Mr. Cranston to get him to do my “investigating” for me.
I was desperate. That’s what I mean! Some hard-headed real-estate men actually are interested in taking over the Denmoor Arms and converting it into a film studio. . . . And they’re not the kind of people to be frightened off by a ghost story. So I had to find the treasure before they took over and ended our trespassing – mine and Mrs. McGow’s.
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