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In this thrilling episode of CBS Radio Mystery Theater, host EG Marshall delves into the intriguing world of 19th-century lady novelists, highlighting the lesser-known Amelia D. Edwards, an accomplished Egyptologist and writer of suspenseful stories. The episode features the adaptation of Edwards' chilling tale, "The Four Fifteen Express," brought to life by Elizabeth Kennel and starring William Prince. Set in 1856, the story follows William Langford, who returns to England after a business trip to Russia, only to find himself embroiled in a mysterious encounter on a train. Langford meets John Dwarehouse, a railroad official carrying a large sum of money, only to discover later that Dwarehouse had disappeared months earlier with the same amount.
As Langford attempts to unravel the mystery, he faces disbelief and accusations from his friends, the Jelfs, and the railroad company. The plot thickens when Langford identifies Augustus Rakes, a bookkeeper, as a key figure in the mystery. Rakes confesses to a crime involving the missing money, but the story takes a supernatural turn when Langford realizes he may have encountered a ghostly apparition of Dwarehouse. This episode explores themes of deception, guilt, and the supernatural, leaving listeners questioning the boundaries between reality and the ethereal.
(00:24) Introduction to Lady Novelists
(01:34) The Four Fifteen Express Begins
(05:00) A Mysterious Encounter
(10:01) Accusations and Confusion
(17:01) The Search for Truth
(25:02) A Witness Emerges
(34:04) The Unveiling of the Truth
(38:03) Reflection on the Mystery
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CBS radio mystery theater presents Come in. Welcome. I'm EG Marshall. Lady novelists were popular in the nineteenth century, and everyone knows the names of the famous ones. Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, the Bronte sisters, George Eliot. But less well remembered ladies also turned out popular romances, and some real chillers. One of these was Amelia D Edwards who gained the same as an Egyptologist. She was born in London in 1831 and came to The United States on a lecture tour toward the end of her life in the eighteen nineties. Miss Edwards had a way with words, and her short stories are full of surprises and suspense.
We're making a turn here to the right. Wait a minute. I used to play here as a child. The chocolates are over there. Well, I I I I'm not sure, but I'll be sure. I have a gun at your back. Now where did you say you had hidden a body? Under that brush. I was there. Show us. Go on. Show us. Our mystery drama, The Four Fifteen Express, was adapted especially for the mystery theater by Elizabeth Kennel and stars William Prince. It was sponsored in part by Buick Motor Division and True Value Hardware Stores. I'll be back shortly with act one. The year is 1856, month of December.
William Langford has been away from his native England for about six months on a business trip, which took him to Russia. He is happy to be back in London, and it's easier to see his friends, the Jelfs, who have invited him to spend the holidays at their luxurious manor house in Clayborough. His host, Jonathan Jelf, is president of the railroad company on which he is traveling. And William Langford better hurry because he's about to miss the four fifteen express. Hi, aboard. Wait. Mommy. That library, sir. Why didn't you say so, sir? Say what? Well, you're the gentleman I was told to look out for. Well, have I done something wrong? Oh, no, sir. I'm the one who fought. I should have known.
You're a very special passenger to have the well, you're the guest of this and, and he's arranged for you to have the compartment reserved for company officials. Led me down a long corridor to a gloomy but shabbily elegant compartment. It had a musty smell combined with stale tobacco. It seemed so remote from the rest of the train that I was surprised when he said, as I go out, I just locked the door so you can be completely alone. What's this? Oh, don't worry, sir. You can open the door from the inside, but no one can come in.
I looked out the window, but it was a dreary view. And the fog was settling in. When the key turned in the lock, I thought, oh, of course, the conductor was back again. Come, found this door. What's the matter with it? Tall, fair man came in. Without gramping the man, he put down a box and removed a coat of dark green plaid. As he placed his umbrella and hat in an overhead rack, I recognized him. Good evening. Oh, sir. I believe you are mister John Dreyer. Oh, I yes. That that is my name. I had the pleasure of meeting you at Dumbleton Manor in Claiborne about three years ago. Yes. I thought I knew your face, but your name I regret to say Langford. William Langford. I have known Gallop and Gell since we were boys together in Eatonville. And you also know my cousin Amanda? Miss Gell, of course.
So I presume we both have the same destination. Not as you're on your way to Dumbleton Manor. No. I'm, I'm traveling on business. Oh, I recall that you are an official of the railroad company. Oh, it's true. True. And, I, I have a rather troublesome mission. I suppose you were embarked on a pleasant holiday. Oh, yes. You do. I look forward to this because it is the brightest three weeks in all the year. But the chair set a pleasant house. He invited me to spend Christmas week with him. Are you coming? Well, I can't be sure. It depends on how my business, turned out. Surely, we could spare time for the holidays. But perhaps you haven't heard that we're constructing a branch line from Blackwater to Stockbridge.
I've been aware. This is a new branch with my own idea. I'm not only a director of the railroad, but I'm one of the chief stockholders. And as a lawyer, I'm also the company's solicitor. The train is making a racket, but mister Dwarehouse never stopped talking. He went into such detail about the problems of building a new railroad line that I lost interest. And I was scarcely listening until he raised his voice to say, £75,000 passed down. That's a big sum. Oh, that's only a fraction of what the final price will be. But it is a great deal of money to be carrying here in one's breast pocket. Even if it's Tony, you're actually carrying £75,000 with you in cash? Oh, my dear sir. You've not been listening to me. The money must be delivered at half past six this evening in Millingford from the deed of sales to the first piece of property. I don't believe Millingford is a stop on this line. I guess when I'll get off at Blackwater and find some sort of conveyorant.
I suppose, yes, we'll have someone at the Cleveland Station to be too. Oh, that's right. May I take the gels any I think from you. Or Oh, yeah. Yes. If you please, mister Lambert. But I will come over if possible for Christmas. Anything else? Well, you might tell my cousin Amanda that she did not burn down the hall in my honor this time. And I'll be advised if you'll see that the chimney in the blue room has been cleaned before I arrive. Come Dominic. What in the world happened? Well, the last time I was there, that fire was hadn't been used for months. The rooks had built a nest in the flue. So when I get to match the chimney car file, it was a little terrible match.
I believe we're coming into a station. Blackwater? This dopey's blackwater? Oh, yes and yes. When I get off, Oh, mustn't forget my big box. Oh, my old burglary. Thank you for your company, mister Langford. I wish you a good evening. I put out my hand, but it he seemed too occupied to take it. As I walked from the window, he hurried off in a northerly direction. Then moving around the compartment, I stepped on something. It was a fine barcode leather cigar case with a silver monogram, j d, on the side. I dashed to the top of the train steps and in the distance caught a glimpse of mister Dreyerhouse talking to another man under a gaslight at the far end of the station. I jumped onto the platform and ran towards him. On board.
I still had time because now, Blair House, it is sent right directly in front of me when something unbelievable happened. The two figures vanished into the air. The platform was deserted. And this time, I had to make a leap for it. I would truly have missed my trip. Welcome, my good friend, Wirthel. We're delighted to have you once again. Adonberto. A great pleasure to be here. And believe me, it was quite a journey. We want to hear all about your travels. I I have some messages. Oh, I I want to know about your parents and our old cronies. But but this is You have to be wonderful to hear you. Remember, my dear.
Beautiful as ever. And I have a special message for you. No. And later. You see, we're giving a party and I want you to meet everybody before we go into dinner. I'll have to change my clothes. No. Not hurry. Your bags have been taken up and at the top of the stairs someone will show you to your room. It wouldn't be the one with that fireplace, would it? Why all the bedrooms have fireplaces. I mean the blue room. Oh, oh, I don't know what you're talking about. But never mind. Mind. I'll tell you. I can't keep my guest waiting any longer. Okay. Now you must tell us. How was the train ride? Oh, splendid. That four fifteen is very comfortable.
Especially if you're a friend of the management. We tried to take good care of our passengers. You certainly did. Even provided me with a fascinating traveling companion. Oh, I thought the conductor would say to it that you had a private compartment. I mean, he did. But I shared it nevertheless. That's strange. It certainly was. Well, who was it, though? Well, can't you guess? My mother. Then your business partner and amended cousin, mister John Blairhouse, Esquire.
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Oh, I've spilled my shirt on my dress. I must attend to There has been an extraordinary misunderstanding.
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Langford, come into the next room with me. Close that door. I don't understand. Good lord, Langford. What sort of trick are you trying to play? I'm speechless. We've been trying as hard as we could to keep this affair rushed up. I'm totally at a loss. Newspaper headlines have been bad enough. Our company's name is at stake. But I had hoped that the Fuhrer had died down. How could you do it, Lanford? Remember, I had been away from England. I had been completely out of debt. Jonathan, you must come to the dining room with me. What are you going to tell, I guess? Well, I will tell them that William Lanford is a liar. I beg of you. What have I done? You have made up a vicious story. I did nothing but mention that I met your respective partner and his cousin, mister John Drell. Would you stop it? I swear to you that I met mister Drellhouse on the train. What you said is impossible. It is the truth.
If you just let me give you his message. You must listen, Jonathan. I've always known there has to be a reasonable explanation. If you saw my former business associate while you were in Poland or Russia, why didn't you telegraph me at once or get in touch with the authority? Why should I? After what has happened, it was your duty. Believe me, I know nothing of what you keep saying has happened. And furthermore, I did not see mister Draus in Russia or Poland. I met him this evening here in England where I would expect him to be on the railroad that you and he are so much a part of. Oh, dear. How did he look?
Pale of older than I remembered. I suppose that's to be expected. But you will see for yourself. He is planning to be here to celebrate the holiday. Oh, but that's wonderful. Well, now we can explain, Russell. My dear Amanda, this hoax may go deeper than I thought. I must ask mister Langford to stay in this room until we dispense with our guests. But if there is a reasonable explanation, I beg you to enlighten me simply because I saw mister Dwarehouse on the trip. The last place in the world you would ever have seen John Dwarehouse is on today's 415 Express. Well, I should think that would be the most natural place for him to be. Must I suck it out? Please, Jonathan. Lord your voice. It's it is public knowledge.
That three months ago, John Dwyerhouse absconded with £75,000 of the company's money, and he's not been heard of ever since. Now that's an interesting turn of events. We have met mister John Bloorhouse on his way to complete a deed of sale three months after he has gone off with the money. Where has he been in the interim? And more importantly, where is he now? Remember, he disappeared on that station platform. I'm feeling sorry for William Langford who was looking forward to a happy vacation at a country estate. And believe me, his troubles are far from over, as you'll hear, very shortly in act two.
William Langford's holiday has certainly gotten off to a bad start. Instead of a pleasant visit with old friends, he finds himself accused of complicity in a crime which he knew nothing about. He had been served dinner alone in his room where his feelings have been a mixture of anger at the treatment he is receiving, shock at what he has heard, and now a frenzy of eagerness to solve the mystery of his encounter on the 415 Express. I'm sorry. We had to do this, Bill. We sent everybody whole as soon as we could with any distance. Did you paint me as a villain or a mad man? No. No. No. Amanda was quite right in saying I was too harsh.
We believe now that an imposter made you the victim of a hoax, or the whole thing was, on your part, a case of mistaken identity. No. I beg you to let me recreate the scene. Very well. We are willing to hear you out. Thank heaven. The conductor had settled me in the compartment and locked the door. But before long, the door was opened and the man came in. Describe him. Tall, thin ripped, somewhat stoop shouldered, light colored eyes, gray hair worn rather long, and and, oh, yes. He was wearing a dark green plaid coat, carried an umbrella and one of those metal boxes with a handle on top.
I I must say he looked worried and tired. Well, who else could fit that description? Well, I am not convinced. Go on. For I addressed him by name and he responded it once. Said my face looked familiar. The train was noisy, and mister Dwarehouse had far too much to say about the building of a new branch for the railroad line. I'm afraid I dozed. But I was brought up short when he said something about £75,000 cash, a great deal of money he was carrying in his breast pocket. There. I knew you had heard about that £75,000. I heard it then for the first time and expressed astonishment that he should be carrying such a large sum. Where would he be going with the money at this late date? Well, he explained he had an appointment at half past six at the solicitors in Mallingford to deliver the money for the deed of sale. Why, Evan, if that happened last night, some very strange things are going on. There's more. I've heard enough.
If what you say is true, I'll find out in Mallingford first thing tomorrow morning. I spent a restless night coming down to the dining room for an early breakfast I found my host had already left the Millingford
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Amanda was full of apologies. You must understand how much this means to me. I can't believe my cousin would do anything wrong. Have you really thought of it? Wait a minute.
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I have a personal message for you. Mister Verhauser said you were not to try burning down the house or at least the hall in his honor. What? He told me about the last time he was here and and the rooks in in the blue room can make. I did see him. I must have. And no one else would know about that. Bruce was surely convinced, Jonathan. I want desperately to believe you, Bill. But whoever you saw was not on his way to settle accounts. They haven't seen warehouse in Millingford or anyone else from our company. That was a most damaging false alarm. Perhaps this will convince you.
John, the guard case. I've seen it a thousand times. Look here. His initials. Where did you get this case? Listed warehouse. Dropped it last night in the compartment on the 415 express. Give it to me. I'm going to Blackwater to call a meeting of our board. You? I'm frightfully worried. And I'm feeling greatly relieved. Jonathan will turn up the answer now that he knows mister Durehaus is nearby. Oh, but is he? Tell me again. Where did you last see him? When he got off the train at Blackwater.
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Well, who else would have seen him get off the train? Why, of course.
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The conductor. He was standing on the platform just by the steps. I didn't have to ask him. We can take the early train at Blackwater. We promised Jonathan we wouldn't talk. Oh. Oh, we dare not mention any names. Won't you be recognized on the railroad? No, never. I always travel by courage. Then let's go.
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Here comes the conductor. Is he in work?
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I hate to sleep. Why, good day, sir. Are you traveling back to London, sir? No. We're just on our way to Blackwater. If I had known, I would have given you and the lady the company compartment. Oh, not necessary for such a short trip. But tell me, do you remember the gentleman with whom I shared that compartment? Oh, I, sir. There was no one with you. You were completely alone. You were standing on the platform when you got off at Blackwater. The only person who got off that car at Blackwater Station was yourself, sir. I was running after him. Well, you were in a hurry, but then we weren't there long. And I thought you were just out for a breath of air. Excuse me.
Light water. Light water. Here's how we get off. Are you sure? You say my cousin left the line at you? Right over there under that station light. I ran toward them and then I I I can't explain what happened but but they they vanished. Could you take a good look at the other man? Excellent view. I would recognize him anywhere. Must have been one of the railroad officials. That's good headquarters and you can pick him out. My car doesn't barge in. The royal lobby of the building, the the pictures are all in the wall. And you can show me who it's filed. There's the Rose Gallery.
I I don't see a likeness of mister Dreyhouse. Well, this is where a picture used to be.
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Now look carefully at each face and tell me if you recognize anyone. No.
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No. No. Absolutely not the slightest similarity.
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No. Don't don't let him see us, but you just came to the lobby.
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I want to see mister Jonathan Joust. Mister Joseph, can you board me now? But this is urgent. You may ask your mailing business. Yes. I'm Benjamin Summers, conductor on the local branch. Sure. But mister Jones is a very busy man. But what's someone else? I'll see no one but mister Jones, and he'll thank me for it. This is a matter of extreme importance. Now what is all this? You say your name is conductor summer? Yes, sir. With the company for fourteen years. Alright. State your business. I'm not in the habit of being called out of board meeting. Well, I I tried to be so careful. But last night, in the four fifteen mix bread tell me quickly, man. Something unusual happened on last night's run from London. I had instructions to show a gentleman to the company's private compartment. Yes. Yes. And, did you recognize him? Why no, sir. But he had a special railway pass, and I've been told to take care of him. What did he look like? Oh, nice appearance up about your build.
I believe he was your friend. Until today. What are you suggesting? The man was back on the train today with a lady, and his behavior was so peculiar. I felt it my duty to to well, go on. Go on. He asked me about another man in the private compartment. By all means, tell me about this other man, sir. There was no one else, sir. I have the key, and I know the rules of the company. But at no time did you see anyone else, but my friend. No. No. No. No, sir. At Blackwater, he dashed off the train waving something in his hand. He called out, but no one except the baggage man was there.
The regular passengers had all gone to the other end of the station. Oh, he acted crazy like. I see. Did you question him? Oh, I I I didn't think it might play. What today? I'm pretty suspicious. There is no time to speculate Santo Sommer's. Oh, say nothing about this to anyone. I'll call you later for further questioning. Amanda, I thought I told you both to mind your own business. That's exactly what you're doing. And why did you come into town town by train? Well, I wanted to exonerate myself in front of Amanda. You're in this together, are you? Oh, we're all, isn't it, Jonathan? I'll do anything to prove my cousin's innocence. Like making up a scatterbrain story about a nonexistent man? I'm searching for a witness to prove I saw mister Greer. Well, you're not doing very well. I've spoken to the conductor. What did he tell you? You said that Bill was traveling alone.
At no time on the journey was anyone else in that compartment. It's not true. I have no more reason to doubt someone's word than to doubt yours. But jealousy is obviously time you reach out. And I must have proof. Well, what's that all you've guessed? Oh. Oh, yes. The cigar case. You cannot doubt it belonged to mister Dwarehouse. Well, didn't you show it to your board of directors? Yes. I did. And I must admit they recognize the case at once. His brand of Havana cigars and his initials. Now Bill, tell me honestly, where did you find this? You know the whole story. Did you see him take out a cigar? No. The taste must have fallen from his coat pocket when he was leaving the compartment. And then what? I picked it up off the floor and ran after him. And you claim this happened at the Blackwater Station? It did.
Mister Drellhouse was met by another man on the north end of the platform and I ran after him. But conductor Samuels asked told me there were no other passengers at that end of the platform. But I saw Then why didn't you return the cigar key? Because it oh, this is the part I can't explain. Suddenly, they disappeared. No. That's exactly where your story doesn't hold water. But I can describe both men. The details are etched deeply in my mind's eye. Well, if you can find either one of them, I'll begin to believe your story. And I wish I knew more about mister Warehouse's first disappearance. Jonathan, you must trust one till there is tangible proof.
We get promised not to mention warehouses' name to anyone but the two of us. I promise. Miss Kelly, please tell mister Rakes to remove a confidential x two five from the safe and bring it to me at once. You called civilians, mister Gil? I'm right. You took your time about bringing them. But I just wanted to be sure that the the files were complete, sir. No. Don't don't plead the material on that table. Bring it over here. I want everything connected with this case. Great. God. Amanda, look at you. Mister Gelb, sir, I've been working late every night. And if you don't mind, I would like to leave somewhat early this evening. Don't let him go. What's the matter with you, Lang Ford? Who is this man? Oh, why I beg your pardon, made my trusted bookkeeper, Augustus Rex. He's the one.
What do you mean the one? The one what? The man who met mister that is, I'm positive. He's a man I saw at the station. A witness at last in our search for John Durehaus? Perhaps? But if a trusted bookkeeper met him at the station, why did he keep it a secret when his employer is desperate to know the missing man's whereabouts? The bookkeeper's answers to vital questions may give us some clues, but the mystery is far from over. There's much more to be told in act three. On the four fifteen express from London, William Langford has had a baffling encounter with a man who is said to have a disconded with £75,000 in railroad funds so far there has been unable to prove that he actually saw the culprit but now he believes he has found a witness Augustus Rakes bookkeeper short sandy haired with a mustache even wearing the same tight fitting scotch tweeds he wore on the day Langford saw him on a railroad platform the two of them have just come face to face in the office of Jonathan Jelf, president of the railroad company what a relief to see you again mister the name is rape yes sir but to my knowledge we have never met at who?
But I saw you several nights ago at the Blackwater Station. No. Not me, sir. You've mistaken me for someone else. But I tell you, I am positive. Now just a minute. Let's take this one step at a time. Mister Rex, where were you at 06:00 on the evening of December 23? Why, I I was right here in the office working for you. Don't you remember? You were reviewing the Bradley case. Ah, yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, but I left for Rome around five. My wife and I were giving a dinner party. Where did you go at that time? Oh, nowhere. I I stayed at my desk. But you took time off to go to the station. Well, I have not been near the station in months. I saw you there last week. Is that true, Rex? I swear to you, sir, we've been so busy with year end accounts. I worked every night last week late until at least 08:00. Daniel Poet. Well, but if if if if Clerk Hunter work with me, we work together the whole time, you can ask him.
I will. Now I lost my appetite to suffer. And so have I. I'm sorry, Lanford, but your story draws more incredible by the moment. Oh, my staff is reliable, and Rake is supported not only by the clerk, but by miss Kelly and several others. He couldn't possibly have been where you said he was at that time. Time. I've never trusted that man, mate. He's shipyard. Amanda, he's been with me for 17 years old. He's hardworking and trustworthy.
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What's he doing over there? Driver, lay down the carriage.
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What are you talking about? Going into that pub.
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Your trusted rookie for Augustus Rex. And look who's with him. Like George,
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it's that conductor of Summers. Oh, I waited call that Rex on the carpet again tomorrow, and I want to be there when you do. So you see, mister Jill, this gentleman has mistaken me for someone else. Now, mister Riggs, you are certain that you have had no lapse of memory concerning your activities during the month of December. Well, I thought I'd proved it to you, sir. I swear I have not been a wager in office hours since I took my leave of absence. Very well. Take a look at this. Have you ever seen that before? Right.
It's a cigar case. I I do not smoke, Mr. Jill. I'm not suggesting if it's yours. Please examine the initials. Jonathan, let's get the truth. Mister Riggs, did you or did you not meet mister John Dwyerhouse at Blackwater Station? I was away. 200 miles away in Devington. But you have gone to great pains to prove you were here in the office. No. That was in September when I took my leave of absence. I was away for three weeks. I'm innocent. I I'll I'll get it for you. Get what? The money. If you'll ask no questions, I'll return every shilling and pence. How much? £75,000 Oh, you took the money for the Munningford property. I did. I did. But I know now it can't do me no good. I will return it at once.
$60.65, $7,075,000. It seems to be intact. Now, mister Raikes, where is John Dwarehouse? I had not seen him since last September. You talked to him on the December 23. No. I wish I had, But I couldn't because because that would have been entirely impossible. Why? Because Mr. Tuarehai is dead. Are you hinting at murder? No. No, not murder. What But in the name of heaven, ma'am, what happened to John D'Warehouse? I thought I'd understand him. You didn't. You not only stole the money, but secured my cousin's daughter. I didn't mean to. Just what did you mean to do? I wanted to slip away till America and start a new life. Oh, I'd company expanse. I knew about the money because I drew the draft in the London bank where Mr. Dua has was to pick up the cash. Alright. Go on. I have been granted three weeks' leave for holiday in Devon, sir. But I actually booked passage on ships departing at midnight on the September 4. We want to hear every detail.
I'll tell it to you just like it happened. The four fifty express pulled into the black water Mr. Dwyer? Mr. Dwyer? Yes, sir. Augustus Briggs, the micro yes, sir. I I thought someone should link you. Oh, that's very good of you. I'll, need some form of conveyance to nothing for you. Oh, well, if you don't mind walking, I know a shortcut through the field. Well, I don't know. I'm a bit nervous carrying so much money with me. Yes. Yes. Exactly, sir. I think it lies not to allow any suspicion. Suspicions about what? Well, you must know, sir, that certain sections in this area are opposed to the building of the new branch line. Oh, yes. Of course, I know of a problem. I think it's best for you to arrive without being seen on the way to the solicitor's office. But if you say so, I don't mind walking. But it does get dark so early and the fog is settling in. No. But I know the way. Just follow me.
Beastly weather. I really should have taken a carriage. It's much quicker this way, Helen. I assure you it's better for you to go and observe. Oh, yeah. I must have stumbled on a roof. No. No. I've I've already no. Yeah. Let me help you. Man No. Please. No. Manslaughter, perhaps, but not murder. What did you use for a weapon? A whole length of pipe which I had concealed under my coat. Then you did have attempted to kill it. No, no, no. Only to stun. I meant mister Dweerhouse no harm. No harm indeed. How did you expect to get away with a spell? I expected to be accused of stealing but by the time you discovered the money with machine I'd be far out on the Atlantic Ocean. You are a cruel and callous man. Oh no, I I thought he was sleeping like. Then I bent over to make sure he was as comfortable as possible and then then I felt for his pout.
I I realize what I've done. Poor, poor cousin. Now, Amanda, everything may still be alright. We know that Mr. Glitterhouse did not die. Oh. But I wish that were true. Of course it's true. I saw him less than a week ago. Where did you leave him? Well, when I found he wasn't breathing I dragged him to the chocolates. I rolled him into the pit, rubbing the body with branches. I figured nature would do the rest. Don't doubt, Amanda. Sometimes nature is kind. We are going to find it. Oh, I beg you to be merciful. You have only my cousin is found alive and well. I've given back the money. You were afraid to spend it.
I will never forgive you for letting an innocent man take the blame. At last, Jonathan Joust was on my side. We had to test the truth of Augustus Rake's story. I'll handle this my own way. Oh, Jonathan. Let the police handle it. They'll be on call, but I want to see this for myself. I'm taking Gus Rake's to the chocolate. I want to go with you. Absolutely not. You're staying here. What did my cousin say? You'll know soon enough. Well, I'm going. Of course. The two of us will take Rex in custody and make him squirm over this preposterous story he's concocted.
It was eerie out there at night. We play torches and the flickering shadows dance like demons. Makes led the way to the truck. We're we're making a turn here to the ride. Where did you say you hid the body? Under the brush. Over there. Right. Sure. Go on. I'll pull this brush aside and prove that the man is a wire. Is a body. I told you, but I didn't mean to do it. He's covered with the same plaid coat he was wearing on the chain. And the body has been here only a few days. I leave it to you to make positive identification. Worst of will happen.
This cannot be Watch out. Rich is attempting to make a room for it. Now is the time to summon the food. Hello. Hello, are there. Arrest that man. He's dangerous. Don't let him get away. We have the coroner's report and there's no question about it. John Dorthouse died last September. I am completely bewildered. What would we have done had you not been visited by by an apparition? I don't believe in apparitions. Everything about him was so real. No hint that my cousin was was in any way ethereal. He did seem unnaturally pale.
And when I put out my hand to say goodbye, I was surprised that he didn't take his seat. And then then, of course, the way those two men vanished. What's your opinion, Jonathan? Well, I have only one explanation which seems that's all logical. I wish I could find some logic, Elizabeth. You said that after you settled into the compartment, you felt sleepy. But I was tired, and the notion of the change is rather lousy. But later, you dozed off. Mister Draf went into such detail. And, friend, There was no mister Dwarehouse except in your dream.
I only dream about things related to my own life, mixed up ideas from out of the past. When you had met John Dwarehouse, it could have been on your mind. But I knew nothing about your railroad or the money. How do you account for my accurate description of Augustus Lakes? Well, now I I can't answer that. Although I suppose you may have heard me mention him. Never to my knowledge. All I can say is that dreams are strange and wonderful things. And I'm deeply grateful that you fell asleep on the four fifteen Express. Good day, mister Langford.
Let me take you back. Hello, Summer. Just follow me, mister Langford. If I may be so bold, perhaps when you settle, you will give me your autograph. What's you talking about? I had no idea you were such a celebrity. They say it was you alone for solving the mystery of poor mister Drell. No. That's enough. Now now wait a minute. Would you have recognized mister Dreyerhouse? Oh, well, of course. He often traveled on this train, and we had many pleasant conversations. When was the last time you saw him? And, in the four fifteen express, that dreadful day in September when he was murdered.
Where did he say? As always, in the company's private compartment. And who has occupied it since then? Why? Go on until I unlock the door for you. That would account for my finding this a dark case. Sir? Nothing. What are you doing? Looking for my key to unlock the compartment. No. No. I'm traveling in the public section. But I thought a gentleman like you Do as I say. Hand my bag to another car. Never again will I be locked up with a ghost. A ghost? A dream? Is it possible to remember something which was never placed in your memory? I'm reminded of that little man who wasn't there. You may recall he wasn't there again today, and we all wished he'd go away.
That always seemed to me like a more or less logical bit of reasoning. In any event, if you take a train, or today a plane ride, and talk to a stranger, even a friend, Just be sure you have a witness. I'll be back shortly. This has been yet another example that truth is stranger than fiction. Much of the story we have just heard is true. There was a man named Augustus Raikes who committed such a crime. Judge and jury found him guilty of murder even though he claimed it was not premeditated. Raikes was hanged at the Old Bailey in the month of January 1857.
For many years, his effigy could be seen in the Chamber Of Horrors at Madame Tussaud's famous wax museum in London. Our cast included William Prince, Anne Williams, Ian Martin, and Earl Hammond. The entire production was under the direction of Hyman Brown. This is EG Marshall inviting you to return to our mystery theater for another adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant, dream.
CBS radio mystery theater presents Come in. Welcome. I'm EG Marshall. Lady novelists were popular in the nineteenth century, and everyone knows the names of the famous ones. Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, the Bronte sisters, George Eliot. But less well remembered ladies also turned out popular romances, and some real chillers. One of these was Amelia D Edwards who gained the same as an Egyptologist. She was born in London in 1831 and came to The United States on a lecture tour toward the end of her life in the eighteen nineties. Miss Edwards had a way with words, and her short stories are full of surprises and suspense.
We're making a turn here to the right. Wait a minute. I used to play here as a child. The chocolates are over there. Well, I I I I'm not sure, but I'll be sure. I have a gun at your back. Now where did you say you had hidden a body? Under that brush. I was there. Show us. Go on. Show us. Our mystery drama, The Four Fifteen Express, was adapted especially for the mystery theater by Elizabeth Kennel and stars William Prince. It was sponsored in part by Buick Motor Division and True Value Hardware Stores. I'll be back shortly with act one. The year is 1856, month of December.
William Langford has been away from his native England for about six months on a business trip, which took him to Russia. He is happy to be back in London, and it's easier to see his friends, the Jelfs, who have invited him to spend the holidays at their luxurious manor house in Clayborough. His host, Jonathan Jelf, is president of the railroad company on which he is traveling. And William Langford better hurry because he's about to miss the four fifteen express. Hi, aboard. Wait. Mommy. That library, sir. Why didn't you say so, sir? Say what? Well, you're the gentleman I was told to look out for. Well, have I done something wrong? Oh, no, sir. I'm the one who fought. I should have known.
You're a very special passenger to have the well, you're the guest of this and, and he's arranged for you to have the compartment reserved for company officials. Led me down a long corridor to a gloomy but shabbily elegant compartment. It had a musty smell combined with stale tobacco. It seemed so remote from the rest of the train that I was surprised when he said, as I go out, I just locked the door so you can be completely alone. What's this? Oh, don't worry, sir. You can open the door from the inside, but no one can come in.
I looked out the window, but it was a dreary view. And the fog was settling in. When the key turned in the lock, I thought, oh, of course, the conductor was back again. Come, found this door. What's the matter with it? Tall, fair man came in. Without gramping the man, he put down a box and removed a coat of dark green plaid. As he placed his umbrella and hat in an overhead rack, I recognized him. Good evening. Oh, sir. I believe you are mister John Dreyer. Oh, I yes. That that is my name. I had the pleasure of meeting you at Dumbleton Manor in Claiborne about three years ago. Yes. I thought I knew your face, but your name I regret to say Langford. William Langford. I have known Gallop and Gell since we were boys together in Eatonville. And you also know my cousin Amanda? Miss Gell, of course.
So I presume we both have the same destination. Not as you're on your way to Dumbleton Manor. No. I'm, I'm traveling on business. Oh, I recall that you are an official of the railroad company. Oh, it's true. True. And, I, I have a rather troublesome mission. I suppose you were embarked on a pleasant holiday. Oh, yes. You do. I look forward to this because it is the brightest three weeks in all the year. But the chair set a pleasant house. He invited me to spend Christmas week with him. Are you coming? Well, I can't be sure. It depends on how my business, turned out. Surely, we could spare time for the holidays. But perhaps you haven't heard that we're constructing a branch line from Blackwater to Stockbridge.
I've been aware. This is a new branch with my own idea. I'm not only a director of the railroad, but I'm one of the chief stockholders. And as a lawyer, I'm also the company's solicitor. The train is making a racket, but mister Dwarehouse never stopped talking. He went into such detail about the problems of building a new railroad line that I lost interest. And I was scarcely listening until he raised his voice to say, £75,000 passed down. That's a big sum. Oh, that's only a fraction of what the final price will be. But it is a great deal of money to be carrying here in one's breast pocket. Even if it's Tony, you're actually carrying £75,000 with you in cash? Oh, my dear sir. You've not been listening to me. The money must be delivered at half past six this evening in Millingford from the deed of sales to the first piece of property. I don't believe Millingford is a stop on this line. I guess when I'll get off at Blackwater and find some sort of conveyorant.
I suppose, yes, we'll have someone at the Cleveland Station to be too. Oh, that's right. May I take the gels any I think from you. Or Oh, yeah. Yes. If you please, mister Lambert. But I will come over if possible for Christmas. Anything else? Well, you might tell my cousin Amanda that she did not burn down the hall in my honor this time. And I'll be advised if you'll see that the chimney in the blue room has been cleaned before I arrive. Come Dominic. What in the world happened? Well, the last time I was there, that fire was hadn't been used for months. The rooks had built a nest in the flue. So when I get to match the chimney car file, it was a little terrible match.
I believe we're coming into a station. Blackwater? This dopey's blackwater? Oh, yes and yes. When I get off, Oh, mustn't forget my big box. Oh, my old burglary. Thank you for your company, mister Langford. I wish you a good evening. I put out my hand, but it he seemed too occupied to take it. As I walked from the window, he hurried off in a northerly direction. Then moving around the compartment, I stepped on something. It was a fine barcode leather cigar case with a silver monogram, j d, on the side. I dashed to the top of the train steps and in the distance caught a glimpse of mister Dreyerhouse talking to another man under a gaslight at the far end of the station. I jumped onto the platform and ran towards him. On board.
I still had time because now, Blair House, it is sent right directly in front of me when something unbelievable happened. The two figures vanished into the air. The platform was deserted. And this time, I had to make a leap for it. I would truly have missed my trip. Welcome, my good friend, Wirthel. We're delighted to have you once again. Adonberto. A great pleasure to be here. And believe me, it was quite a journey. We want to hear all about your travels. I I have some messages. Oh, I I want to know about your parents and our old cronies. But but this is You have to be wonderful to hear you. Remember, my dear.
Beautiful as ever. And I have a special message for you. No. And later. You see, we're giving a party and I want you to meet everybody before we go into dinner. I'll have to change my clothes. No. Not hurry. Your bags have been taken up and at the top of the stairs someone will show you to your room. It wouldn't be the one with that fireplace, would it? Why all the bedrooms have fireplaces. I mean the blue room. Oh, oh, I don't know what you're talking about. But never mind. Mind. I'll tell you. I can't keep my guest waiting any longer. Okay. Now you must tell us. How was the train ride? Oh, splendid. That four fifteen is very comfortable.
Especially if you're a friend of the management. We tried to take good care of our passengers. You certainly did. Even provided me with a fascinating traveling companion. Oh, I thought the conductor would say to it that you had a private compartment. I mean, he did. But I shared it nevertheless. That's strange. It certainly was. Well, who was it, though? Well, can't you guess? My mother. Then your business partner and amended cousin, mister John Blairhouse, Esquire.
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Oh, I've spilled my shirt on my dress. I must attend to There has been an extraordinary misunderstanding.
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Langford, come into the next room with me. Close that door. I don't understand. Good lord, Langford. What sort of trick are you trying to play? I'm speechless. We've been trying as hard as we could to keep this affair rushed up. I'm totally at a loss. Newspaper headlines have been bad enough. Our company's name is at stake. But I had hoped that the Fuhrer had died down. How could you do it, Lanford? Remember, I had been away from England. I had been completely out of debt. Jonathan, you must come to the dining room with me. What are you going to tell, I guess? Well, I will tell them that William Lanford is a liar. I beg of you. What have I done? You have made up a vicious story. I did nothing but mention that I met your respective partner and his cousin, mister John Drell. Would you stop it? I swear to you that I met mister Drellhouse on the train. What you said is impossible. It is the truth.
If you just let me give you his message. You must listen, Jonathan. I've always known there has to be a reasonable explanation. If you saw my former business associate while you were in Poland or Russia, why didn't you telegraph me at once or get in touch with the authority? Why should I? After what has happened, it was your duty. Believe me, I know nothing of what you keep saying has happened. And furthermore, I did not see mister Draus in Russia or Poland. I met him this evening here in England where I would expect him to be on the railroad that you and he are so much a part of. Oh, dear. How did he look?
Pale of older than I remembered. I suppose that's to be expected. But you will see for yourself. He is planning to be here to celebrate the holiday. Oh, but that's wonderful. Well, now we can explain, Russell. My dear Amanda, this hoax may go deeper than I thought. I must ask mister Langford to stay in this room until we dispense with our guests. But if there is a reasonable explanation, I beg you to enlighten me simply because I saw mister Dwarehouse on the trip. The last place in the world you would ever have seen John Dwarehouse is on today's 415 Express. Well, I should think that would be the most natural place for him to be. Must I suck it out? Please, Jonathan. Lord your voice. It's it is public knowledge.
That three months ago, John Dwyerhouse absconded with £75,000 of the company's money, and he's not been heard of ever since. Now that's an interesting turn of events. We have met mister John Bloorhouse on his way to complete a deed of sale three months after he has gone off with the money. Where has he been in the interim? And more importantly, where is he now? Remember, he disappeared on that station platform. I'm feeling sorry for William Langford who was looking forward to a happy vacation at a country estate. And believe me, his troubles are far from over, as you'll hear, very shortly in act two.
William Langford's holiday has certainly gotten off to a bad start. Instead of a pleasant visit with old friends, he finds himself accused of complicity in a crime which he knew nothing about. He had been served dinner alone in his room where his feelings have been a mixture of anger at the treatment he is receiving, shock at what he has heard, and now a frenzy of eagerness to solve the mystery of his encounter on the 415 Express. I'm sorry. We had to do this, Bill. We sent everybody whole as soon as we could with any distance. Did you paint me as a villain or a mad man? No. No. No. Amanda was quite right in saying I was too harsh.
We believe now that an imposter made you the victim of a hoax, or the whole thing was, on your part, a case of mistaken identity. No. I beg you to let me recreate the scene. Very well. We are willing to hear you out. Thank heaven. The conductor had settled me in the compartment and locked the door. But before long, the door was opened and the man came in. Describe him. Tall, thin ripped, somewhat stoop shouldered, light colored eyes, gray hair worn rather long, and and, oh, yes. He was wearing a dark green plaid coat, carried an umbrella and one of those metal boxes with a handle on top.
I I must say he looked worried and tired. Well, who else could fit that description? Well, I am not convinced. Go on. For I addressed him by name and he responded it once. Said my face looked familiar. The train was noisy, and mister Dwarehouse had far too much to say about the building of a new branch for the railroad line. I'm afraid I dozed. But I was brought up short when he said something about £75,000 cash, a great deal of money he was carrying in his breast pocket. There. I knew you had heard about that £75,000. I heard it then for the first time and expressed astonishment that he should be carrying such a large sum. Where would he be going with the money at this late date? Well, he explained he had an appointment at half past six at the solicitors in Mallingford to deliver the money for the deed of sale. Why, Evan, if that happened last night, some very strange things are going on. There's more. I've heard enough.
If what you say is true, I'll find out in Mallingford first thing tomorrow morning. I spent a restless night coming down to the dining room for an early breakfast I found my host had already left the Millingford
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Amanda was full of apologies. You must understand how much this means to me. I can't believe my cousin would do anything wrong. Have you really thought of it? Wait a minute.
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I have a personal message for you. Mister Verhauser said you were not to try burning down the house or at least the hall in his honor. What? He told me about the last time he was here and and the rooks in in the blue room can make. I did see him. I must have. And no one else would know about that. Bruce was surely convinced, Jonathan. I want desperately to believe you, Bill. But whoever you saw was not on his way to settle accounts. They haven't seen warehouse in Millingford or anyone else from our company. That was a most damaging false alarm. Perhaps this will convince you.
John, the guard case. I've seen it a thousand times. Look here. His initials. Where did you get this case? Listed warehouse. Dropped it last night in the compartment on the 415 express. Give it to me. I'm going to Blackwater to call a meeting of our board. You? I'm frightfully worried. And I'm feeling greatly relieved. Jonathan will turn up the answer now that he knows mister Durehaus is nearby. Oh, but is he? Tell me again. Where did you last see him? When he got off the train at Blackwater.
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Well, who else would have seen him get off the train? Why, of course.
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The conductor. He was standing on the platform just by the steps. I didn't have to ask him. We can take the early train at Blackwater. We promised Jonathan we wouldn't talk. Oh. Oh, we dare not mention any names. Won't you be recognized on the railroad? No, never. I always travel by courage. Then let's go.
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Here comes the conductor. Is he in work?
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I hate to sleep. Why, good day, sir. Are you traveling back to London, sir? No. We're just on our way to Blackwater. If I had known, I would have given you and the lady the company compartment. Oh, not necessary for such a short trip. But tell me, do you remember the gentleman with whom I shared that compartment? Oh, I, sir. There was no one with you. You were completely alone. You were standing on the platform when you got off at Blackwater. The only person who got off that car at Blackwater Station was yourself, sir. I was running after him. Well, you were in a hurry, but then we weren't there long. And I thought you were just out for a breath of air. Excuse me.
Light water. Light water. Here's how we get off. Are you sure? You say my cousin left the line at you? Right over there under that station light. I ran toward them and then I I I can't explain what happened but but they they vanished. Could you take a good look at the other man? Excellent view. I would recognize him anywhere. Must have been one of the railroad officials. That's good headquarters and you can pick him out. My car doesn't barge in. The royal lobby of the building, the the pictures are all in the wall. And you can show me who it's filed. There's the Rose Gallery.
I I don't see a likeness of mister Dreyhouse. Well, this is where a picture used to be.
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Now look carefully at each face and tell me if you recognize anyone. No.
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No. No. Absolutely not the slightest similarity.
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No. Don't don't let him see us, but you just came to the lobby.
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I want to see mister Jonathan Joust. Mister Joseph, can you board me now? But this is urgent. You may ask your mailing business. Yes. I'm Benjamin Summers, conductor on the local branch. Sure. But mister Jones is a very busy man. But what's someone else? I'll see no one but mister Jones, and he'll thank me for it. This is a matter of extreme importance. Now what is all this? You say your name is conductor summer? Yes, sir. With the company for fourteen years. Alright. State your business. I'm not in the habit of being called out of board meeting. Well, I I tried to be so careful. But last night, in the four fifteen mix bread tell me quickly, man. Something unusual happened on last night's run from London. I had instructions to show a gentleman to the company's private compartment. Yes. Yes. And, did you recognize him? Why no, sir. But he had a special railway pass, and I've been told to take care of him. What did he look like? Oh, nice appearance up about your build.
I believe he was your friend. Until today. What are you suggesting? The man was back on the train today with a lady, and his behavior was so peculiar. I felt it my duty to to well, go on. Go on. He asked me about another man in the private compartment. By all means, tell me about this other man, sir. There was no one else, sir. I have the key, and I know the rules of the company. But at no time did you see anyone else, but my friend. No. No. No. No, sir. At Blackwater, he dashed off the train waving something in his hand. He called out, but no one except the baggage man was there.
The regular passengers had all gone to the other end of the station. Oh, he acted crazy like. I see. Did you question him? Oh, I I I didn't think it might play. What today? I'm pretty suspicious. There is no time to speculate Santo Sommer's. Oh, say nothing about this to anyone. I'll call you later for further questioning. Amanda, I thought I told you both to mind your own business. That's exactly what you're doing. And why did you come into town town by train? Well, I wanted to exonerate myself in front of Amanda. You're in this together, are you? Oh, we're all, isn't it, Jonathan? I'll do anything to prove my cousin's innocence. Like making up a scatterbrain story about a nonexistent man? I'm searching for a witness to prove I saw mister Greer. Well, you're not doing very well. I've spoken to the conductor. What did he tell you? You said that Bill was traveling alone.
At no time on the journey was anyone else in that compartment. It's not true. I have no more reason to doubt someone's word than to doubt yours. But jealousy is obviously time you reach out. And I must have proof. Well, what's that all you've guessed? Oh. Oh, yes. The cigar case. You cannot doubt it belonged to mister Dwarehouse. Well, didn't you show it to your board of directors? Yes. I did. And I must admit they recognize the case at once. His brand of Havana cigars and his initials. Now Bill, tell me honestly, where did you find this? You know the whole story. Did you see him take out a cigar? No. The taste must have fallen from his coat pocket when he was leaving the compartment. And then what? I picked it up off the floor and ran after him. And you claim this happened at the Blackwater Station? It did.
Mister Drellhouse was met by another man on the north end of the platform and I ran after him. But conductor Samuels asked told me there were no other passengers at that end of the platform. But I saw Then why didn't you return the cigar key? Because it oh, this is the part I can't explain. Suddenly, they disappeared. No. That's exactly where your story doesn't hold water. But I can describe both men. The details are etched deeply in my mind's eye. Well, if you can find either one of them, I'll begin to believe your story. And I wish I knew more about mister Warehouse's first disappearance. Jonathan, you must trust one till there is tangible proof.
We get promised not to mention warehouses' name to anyone but the two of us. I promise. Miss Kelly, please tell mister Rakes to remove a confidential x two five from the safe and bring it to me at once. You called civilians, mister Gil? I'm right. You took your time about bringing them. But I just wanted to be sure that the the files were complete, sir. No. Don't don't plead the material on that table. Bring it over here. I want everything connected with this case. Great. God. Amanda, look at you. Mister Gelb, sir, I've been working late every night. And if you don't mind, I would like to leave somewhat early this evening. Don't let him go. What's the matter with you, Lang Ford? Who is this man? Oh, why I beg your pardon, made my trusted bookkeeper, Augustus Rex. He's the one.
What do you mean the one? The one what? The man who met mister that is, I'm positive. He's a man I saw at the station. A witness at last in our search for John Durehaus? Perhaps? But if a trusted bookkeeper met him at the station, why did he keep it a secret when his employer is desperate to know the missing man's whereabouts? The bookkeeper's answers to vital questions may give us some clues, but the mystery is far from over. There's much more to be told in act three. On the four fifteen express from London, William Langford has had a baffling encounter with a man who is said to have a disconded with £75,000 in railroad funds so far there has been unable to prove that he actually saw the culprit but now he believes he has found a witness Augustus Rakes bookkeeper short sandy haired with a mustache even wearing the same tight fitting scotch tweeds he wore on the day Langford saw him on a railroad platform the two of them have just come face to face in the office of Jonathan Jelf, president of the railroad company what a relief to see you again mister the name is rape yes sir but to my knowledge we have never met at who?
But I saw you several nights ago at the Blackwater Station. No. Not me, sir. You've mistaken me for someone else. But I tell you, I am positive. Now just a minute. Let's take this one step at a time. Mister Rex, where were you at 06:00 on the evening of December 23? Why, I I was right here in the office working for you. Don't you remember? You were reviewing the Bradley case. Ah, yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, but I left for Rome around five. My wife and I were giving a dinner party. Where did you go at that time? Oh, nowhere. I I stayed at my desk. But you took time off to go to the station. Well, I have not been near the station in months. I saw you there last week. Is that true, Rex? I swear to you, sir, we've been so busy with year end accounts. I worked every night last week late until at least 08:00. Daniel Poet. Well, but if if if if Clerk Hunter work with me, we work together the whole time, you can ask him.
I will. Now I lost my appetite to suffer. And so have I. I'm sorry, Lanford, but your story draws more incredible by the moment. Oh, my staff is reliable, and Rake is supported not only by the clerk, but by miss Kelly and several others. He couldn't possibly have been where you said he was at that time. Time. I've never trusted that man, mate. He's shipyard. Amanda, he's been with me for 17 years old. He's hardworking and trustworthy.
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What's he doing over there? Driver, lay down the carriage.
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What are you talking about? Going into that pub.
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Your trusted rookie for Augustus Rex. And look who's with him. Like George,
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it's that conductor of Summers. Oh, I waited call that Rex on the carpet again tomorrow, and I want to be there when you do. So you see, mister Jill, this gentleman has mistaken me for someone else. Now, mister Riggs, you are certain that you have had no lapse of memory concerning your activities during the month of December. Well, I thought I'd proved it to you, sir. I swear I have not been a wager in office hours since I took my leave of absence. Very well. Take a look at this. Have you ever seen that before? Right.
It's a cigar case. I I do not smoke, Mr. Jill. I'm not suggesting if it's yours. Please examine the initials. Jonathan, let's get the truth. Mister Riggs, did you or did you not meet mister John Dwyerhouse at Blackwater Station? I was away. 200 miles away in Devington. But you have gone to great pains to prove you were here in the office. No. That was in September when I took my leave of absence. I was away for three weeks. I'm innocent. I I'll I'll get it for you. Get what? The money. If you'll ask no questions, I'll return every shilling and pence. How much? £75,000 Oh, you took the money for the Munningford property. I did. I did. But I know now it can't do me no good. I will return it at once.
$60.65, $7,075,000. It seems to be intact. Now, mister Raikes, where is John Dwarehouse? I had not seen him since last September. You talked to him on the December 23. No. I wish I had, But I couldn't because because that would have been entirely impossible. Why? Because Mr. Tuarehai is dead. Are you hinting at murder? No. No, not murder. What But in the name of heaven, ma'am, what happened to John D'Warehouse? I thought I'd understand him. You didn't. You not only stole the money, but secured my cousin's daughter. I didn't mean to. Just what did you mean to do? I wanted to slip away till America and start a new life. Oh, I'd company expanse. I knew about the money because I drew the draft in the London bank where Mr. Dua has was to pick up the cash. Alright. Go on. I have been granted three weeks' leave for holiday in Devon, sir. But I actually booked passage on ships departing at midnight on the September 4. We want to hear every detail.
I'll tell it to you just like it happened. The four fifty express pulled into the black water Mr. Dwyer? Mr. Dwyer? Yes, sir. Augustus Briggs, the micro yes, sir. I I thought someone should link you. Oh, that's very good of you. I'll, need some form of conveyance to nothing for you. Oh, well, if you don't mind walking, I know a shortcut through the field. Well, I don't know. I'm a bit nervous carrying so much money with me. Yes. Yes. Exactly, sir. I think it lies not to allow any suspicion. Suspicions about what? Well, you must know, sir, that certain sections in this area are opposed to the building of the new branch line. Oh, yes. Of course, I know of a problem. I think it's best for you to arrive without being seen on the way to the solicitor's office. But if you say so, I don't mind walking. But it does get dark so early and the fog is settling in. No. But I know the way. Just follow me.
Beastly weather. I really should have taken a carriage. It's much quicker this way, Helen. I assure you it's better for you to go and observe. Oh, yeah. I must have stumbled on a roof. No. No. I've I've already no. Yeah. Let me help you. Man No. Please. No. Manslaughter, perhaps, but not murder. What did you use for a weapon? A whole length of pipe which I had concealed under my coat. Then you did have attempted to kill it. No, no, no. Only to stun. I meant mister Dweerhouse no harm. No harm indeed. How did you expect to get away with a spell? I expected to be accused of stealing but by the time you discovered the money with machine I'd be far out on the Atlantic Ocean. You are a cruel and callous man. Oh no, I I thought he was sleeping like. Then I bent over to make sure he was as comfortable as possible and then then I felt for his pout.
I I realize what I've done. Poor, poor cousin. Now, Amanda, everything may still be alright. We know that Mr. Glitterhouse did not die. Oh. But I wish that were true. Of course it's true. I saw him less than a week ago. Where did you leave him? Well, when I found he wasn't breathing I dragged him to the chocolates. I rolled him into the pit, rubbing the body with branches. I figured nature would do the rest. Don't doubt, Amanda. Sometimes nature is kind. We are going to find it. Oh, I beg you to be merciful. You have only my cousin is found alive and well. I've given back the money. You were afraid to spend it.
I will never forgive you for letting an innocent man take the blame. At last, Jonathan Joust was on my side. We had to test the truth of Augustus Rake's story. I'll handle this my own way. Oh, Jonathan. Let the police handle it. They'll be on call, but I want to see this for myself. I'm taking Gus Rake's to the chocolate. I want to go with you. Absolutely not. You're staying here. What did my cousin say? You'll know soon enough. Well, I'm going. Of course. The two of us will take Rex in custody and make him squirm over this preposterous story he's concocted.
It was eerie out there at night. We play torches and the flickering shadows dance like demons. Makes led the way to the truck. We're we're making a turn here to the ride. Where did you say you hid the body? Under the brush. Over there. Right. Sure. Go on. I'll pull this brush aside and prove that the man is a wire. Is a body. I told you, but I didn't mean to do it. He's covered with the same plaid coat he was wearing on the chain. And the body has been here only a few days. I leave it to you to make positive identification. Worst of will happen.
This cannot be Watch out. Rich is attempting to make a room for it. Now is the time to summon the food. Hello. Hello, are there. Arrest that man. He's dangerous. Don't let him get away. We have the coroner's report and there's no question about it. John Dorthouse died last September. I am completely bewildered. What would we have done had you not been visited by by an apparition? I don't believe in apparitions. Everything about him was so real. No hint that my cousin was was in any way ethereal. He did seem unnaturally pale.
And when I put out my hand to say goodbye, I was surprised that he didn't take his seat. And then then, of course, the way those two men vanished. What's your opinion, Jonathan? Well, I have only one explanation which seems that's all logical. I wish I could find some logic, Elizabeth. You said that after you settled into the compartment, you felt sleepy. But I was tired, and the notion of the change is rather lousy. But later, you dozed off. Mister Draf went into such detail. And, friend, There was no mister Dwarehouse except in your dream.
I only dream about things related to my own life, mixed up ideas from out of the past. When you had met John Dwarehouse, it could have been on your mind. But I knew nothing about your railroad or the money. How do you account for my accurate description of Augustus Lakes? Well, now I I can't answer that. Although I suppose you may have heard me mention him. Never to my knowledge. All I can say is that dreams are strange and wonderful things. And I'm deeply grateful that you fell asleep on the four fifteen Express. Good day, mister Langford.
Let me take you back. Hello, Summer. Just follow me, mister Langford. If I may be so bold, perhaps when you settle, you will give me your autograph. What's you talking about? I had no idea you were such a celebrity. They say it was you alone for solving the mystery of poor mister Drell. No. That's enough. Now now wait a minute. Would you have recognized mister Dreyerhouse? Oh, well, of course. He often traveled on this train, and we had many pleasant conversations. When was the last time you saw him? And, in the four fifteen express, that dreadful day in September when he was murdered.
Where did he say? As always, in the company's private compartment. And who has occupied it since then? Why? Go on until I unlock the door for you. That would account for my finding this a dark case. Sir? Nothing. What are you doing? Looking for my key to unlock the compartment. No. No. I'm traveling in the public section. But I thought a gentleman like you Do as I say. Hand my bag to another car. Never again will I be locked up with a ghost. A ghost? A dream? Is it possible to remember something which was never placed in your memory? I'm reminded of that little man who wasn't there. You may recall he wasn't there again today, and we all wished he'd go away.
That always seemed to me like a more or less logical bit of reasoning. In any event, if you take a train, or today a plane ride, and talk to a stranger, even a friend, Just be sure you have a witness. I'll be back shortly. This has been yet another example that truth is stranger than fiction. Much of the story we have just heard is true. There was a man named Augustus Raikes who committed such a crime. Judge and jury found him guilty of murder even though he claimed it was not premeditated. Raikes was hanged at the Old Bailey in the month of January 1857.
For many years, his effigy could be seen in the Chamber Of Horrors at Madame Tussaud's famous wax museum in London. Our cast included William Prince, Anne Williams, Ian Martin, and Earl Hammond. The entire production was under the direction of Hyman Brown. This is EG Marshall inviting you to return to our mystery theater for another adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant, dream.
