The Shadow 036 - The Isle Of Fear

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men. The Shadow knows. Your local blue coal dealer presents the Shadow. These half hour dramatizations are designed to forcibly demonstrate to old and young alike that crime does not pay. Before the Shadow's thrilling adventure begins, here's a money saving suggestion for every homeowner. When you wore the anthracite, be sure and insist on blue coal. Unlike many other anthracites, blue coal is a medium, free. Burning hard coal. Its square fracture permits more draft, causes it to burn. Steadily down to a fine powdery. Ash, and give you more useful heat with less chimney and ash pit lots. You'll find that blue coal banks better, gives you longer firing periods and requires less attention. So auder your supply tomorrow. Insist on blue coals for better heating results at less costs this winter, and be sure to listen. At the close of today's program. We are fortunate in having a very distinguished guest in our audience this afternoon, whom we wish to introduce to you. The Shadow, whose life is devoted to protecting the innocent, is in reality Lamont Cranston, wealthy young bachelor, amateur criminologist, master of other people's minds. Only his friend and companion, the lovely margol Lane, knows that Cranston and the Shadow are one and the same. Today's story The Isle of Fear, Monsieur to pray, I'm certainly glad you've persuaded miss Lane and me to leave the cruise ship at Porto Prince spend a few days here on your plantation. I don't know when I've had statue wonderful dinner. It's been grand as you to pray, and I had no idea. Hey, you were so beautiful. I am delighted you could break your Caribbean cruise and allow me to return hospitality you both extended me when I visited New York. I must apologize for the storm, mademoiselle. May I offer you more wine, Monsieur constant. Thank you. By the way, Monsieur Pray is while we were driving up from Porto Prince, I thought I heard drums in the hills. Drums strangely like the old drums of African voodoo. You did, monsieur. I had hope you. Had not noticed, but wins you to pray. Mademoiselle Katie is beautiful, But its people, in spite of centuries of French, English and American influence, in spite of the entire having efforts of educators and ceaseless devotion of ministers and priests, remain at harmed African. Their bodies are free, but their minds remain the slaves of Voodoo. But I thought Voodooism had been stamped out of the West Indies. Voodoo does not die, Monsieur constant. Its fallowers may think they have forgotten the old gods. They may wear. Civilized clothes, go to school into the many Christian churches of the island, but Voodoo is always there in their primitive minds and souls waiting. When was the last outbreak. Only ten years ago, Mademoiselle Margo. It was on a night very much like this. For days, the drums had been calling from the hills where in the grottos of Saint Suci the mad Prince Henry was paying his customary visit to Chaon, the high Priest of Voodoo. Chaon needed human victims for his ritual at the Blood Moon. And on this. There there the Prince Henry pritenda has come to the grotto with Sanshusi. Lad does he want this fool who thinks the blood of the Emperor Henry Christov. Crosses his shriveled veins. He comes to Off's victims for the principle of the blood boon due to all these political enemies. Let him enter. Enter, Prince Henry Chayon, greatsa. Poodle will hear you, he on? In three days the festival of the Blood Moon begins. Where are your victims, Chaon? Where are the blood sacrifices you must offer the snake gods of goodoo, They. Will be found. Prince he may you are. Show k Yes, I know you have come as always to offer me the families of your enemies, and your enemies are many. I like the. Trees of the jungle and the starts of cana in the valley of San Suzi. You will find the sacrifices for me, Prince hem you will. I'm there, Hush, my baby, hush okay On. The ugly would take you away to the kroto. The quiet woman. In two days the festival begins, and no one knows who can should choose. Who's there? I'm in your. Dog, give me a child the wild then has chosen. Franst while she read me last month's report of shipment from the plantation warehouse. Yes, monsieur, two. Hundred casts of forty thousand pounds of wor sugar twenty. Thirst can has taken her, taken her to the hills of Sansu Si. Nissi dominus us strap secret privusif they of Snowbus Merciful God, in thy power and wisdom, give me strength against. The powers of evil. Help me, o Lord, to protect my innocent flock. Lead the erring from the paths to the hills where the devil's disciples of Voodoo consecrate their worship of heathen gods with human blood. And. Back Chris Land, back Parness to the name, thou shalt take no child from this house of God, and back Christ and back nay. Wait, they could plead. That, Mademoiselle lead, happened only ten years ago. He was very sad, horrible. Did the actually murder those children? And that matters why they and many more were sacrificed to the snake gods of voodoo. Mademoiselle, Oh horrible. Can't you have tarisies do anything? They are helpless Monsieur constant. Do you hear that drum? It is sundown. They are starting again. It may mean nothing. The drums often beat in the. Hills, but we live in constant dreaded of another orgy of blood, such as we had ten years ago. There is something sinister about it, unearthly. Qued Mademoiselle Margau. To follow the sound that that drum would be to turn back the hands of time and civilization a thousand years more. I'll come to say good night. Well, good night, my son. All but the way, Mademoiselle Lane, Monsieur Conston, this is my son. Why how do you do? Miss miss Elaine. I'm glad to know you, mister Kranston. My father has spoken of you. You are staying a few days, Yes, only a few days. You must hurry about to New York. But you will be here tomorrow. A storm appears. But to ride. I have a fine horse for you, Miss Layne. Oh, thank you one. I'd love to ride with you. And good bread man's here, monsieur until to morrow, said nice one night, monare good night. My son. We tell fast word to make sure the garden gates. Are locked and the doors bowed. We are there the. More wine, Sir Constance, No, thank you, I should you pray. Yes, you spoke of those drums as if there were some particular significance. There is monsieur, the night of all nights. It is the eve of the festival of the Blood Moon. You you mean voodoo, Yes, mademoiselle. Voodoo is like a plague. For years, it may like dormant, but sooner or later the priests of voodoo recall their own and they slipped into the jungles like ghosts and the drums speaking. But surely there'll be no human sacrifices, not now. Voodoo does not change, Mademoiselle Margo. That is why my gates are locked, the doors bowed. Ah. But come, my friends, you have nothing interrupted your short holiday in the Caribbean to listen to tales of horror and death. The contrary, I'd like to get your first hand opinion on the actual powers of these fanatic priests, or. Give me, mister Kadsdom. I cannot speak a voodoo as an academic thing. It is too close. Has this man cal ever chosen anyone from your. Plantation, Mademoiselle Margo, I think you will understand when I tell you that the planter's wife who was taken into the hills of Sans Souci ten years ago tonight was the mother of the ball you met a few moments ago, my. Son, who, oh, forgive me, you could. Not know forgive us to pray. We'd only stop to think. It was I who first spoke the voodoo. It is I who cannot forget chaon. Cannot rist unt till one day I find that murderous devil and kill him. As he killed my beloved wife. The drums and listen to them carrying a message into the hills, another victim, another human sacrifice to the snake cards of I said you play, he shaus lie. You are leaving play splay upon me at the gates. One has been chosen by my son, wherezy chaos men have taken him to the croatos of Salse to. See the month the lot. Margo, you shouldn't be outside the gates any news of one. No. We've written off through the valleys the whole day, even into the hills. Whisness you to pray the hills. He wouldn't come back. He hopes to follow the signal fires after sundown. But I'm afraid of madness. They'll kill him. Where all the seven smuggle gone. The native quarters are deserted. Who have you been the mont We've been everywhere. It's like riding through a land of the dead. I'm a faidous, hopeless Margo. No, Lamont, there's one chance, one chance. What do you mean, Margo? About an hour ago an old woman came out of the cane breaks and spoke to me. She said she would take me to Sea Kale and the Festival of the Blood Moon if I would givehim my diamond ry. It's a trick to get you into the jungle. I know it's a trap, but I told ride meter on the jungle trail an hour after sundown. Are you mad, Margo Lamont? Is a chance of slim chance of finding poor little Roun. What good would it do for you to find him, Margo. You'd only die with him and the hidden gruttos of Sansuse. I'll risk it to save one. I'll risk it if you'll come with me as the shadow, As the shadow, if the shadow could humble the priest. They'd listen to you. Let me meet the old woman in the jungle. Let the Shadow follow us to the grottoes. If you don't, poor one will be murdered, just as they murdered his mother. Oh please please, Lamont. It's madness, Margo, share madness. But we'll try it, Lamond. Oh, this jungle, it's like a blackfeet. This is nothing, Margo. What lies ahead? Do you want to go back? Well than anything in this wol Lamond, But we can't. I know, be careful. The old woman may be near here. What are you going to do when we meet her. I'm going to make her fear you more than she fears Chaoon. I'm going to quiet marble, don the thread, Manzille, all the gay all will not hurt you. Give me the flashing white stone, and I will show you things which no white woman he has ever looked upon before. And lim Yeah, here's the ring. Even in the dark he flashes like the fires of the blood moon, which comes soon. To the hills. Helly follow you must not believe. Wait, Gayo, wait, who laughs? Who speaks? I'll talk about woman. You have not come along. Hi. I am alone Gio a lie, I have the boys, the boy from Gio. I'm alone alone Gio. But in the darkness beside her walks a shadow, A shadow. Yes, a shadow stronger than the voodoo of gown. Your master tas a thrick, a lie that your die. Sho. Don't raise that knife. Let it fall to the ground. Gio your fingers cannot hold it, cannot hold a knife, Let it fall to the ground. Well, then yell forgive. Are you were a priestess, a priestess. Of melly forces? Take that you ring, for you have mercy, For you get lead the way to the grotto. Kon, yes, go, or you will stand forever like a stone image in the jungle, and the snake guts will burn your soul in the fires of the mountains. Before we continue the second part of the Shadow's exciting adventure, here's a question for every homeowner. When you buy a vacuum cleaner or any other household product, you always make sure it's trademarked and therefore guaranteed by a responsible company. And why not take the same precaution when you're ordering your supply of anthracite. Don't order just any coal. Insist on blue coal, the only trademarked anthracite. Then you'll be sure of getting better, more economical heat from a coal which actually is better in quality. For blue coal is a guaranteed product of America's largest anthracite producer, the glen Alden Coal Company. Their mines are located in the heart. 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Ye see, I have not disobeyed you. You hear the natives chance, I have brought you to the grat. Or where is Chao? Where are the victims who were to be sacrificed to this mak Come along. The great ledge beyond the altar of sacrifice. Hehong is there with the. Victims, bombs and chains. Oh but wait, mamselle, wait. Careful guy, You've been worn. Mamiselle, you go along. Do not make me take you to kaof If your pauls are not greater than here, he will slay you. He will slay me. Oh mercy, mademoiselle, mercy, no shadow, What shall I do? Uh, Mamiselle, I don't Divinia. Where is this power in the darkness, as it's fled. In terror for the piles of chaos it has, it has pay off. Chaya have let you another victim of your the follower. Time is come. Don't show here, or they'll give you. The ut for the woman with skin like I'm. The r perform the old gods away this hard love. Of this woman. Hear me, Oh Pisa, by all the powers of kill, this power shallti our first. Bring the woman for the author. Let the mountain here and the dead homes of the cruttle see her bad. Yeah, they web chare and the girl is not afraid. In the darkness of the jungle, I heard a voice, a voice, and the shadows. Chyle steaks the truth. Chao, listen to her. She's right. I am not afraid of your voodoo god. I've come to guide one who is stronger than all. Your powers of voodoo. Bay Kao walks Bear is forever bad b Chaya is the ageless one. He is nothing of the earth, the se or sky. See where's this voice? Woman? Let kay on me you speak, call it from the shadows. Let against Kyo again the god the phoodle who cried for broad. I am here. Kill the voice. Kill What what white devil's massic have you brought to this kid in place? Take care Chio, you have challenged me, and I am here. Show sign of fear, and the savage revel would turn upon you like beur prey. Play care. Show thou'stronger than this voice, and the shadows. Take the sword the christ off and stray the girl a blade upon the author's torn away abroad by aw. Take the sword knocker, white broad dleams and delight on the files. Spry yes, prove your strang kon. Try to raise the sword of Christom from the utar. Try to kill this girl who has come to take your victims from you. Strike her if you can. If oay, it will not move. It is as if chains held it to the rock. What power is this that drains all sting from the body of kill like water from a broken cord. A power as old as voodoo. Kao, the power of the mind, the power white men call hypnosis, the pow you call the. Evil eye, the evil eye, the la voice, voice of his shadows, What angry god of voodoo sends you. I am more than a voice Chaon. I am here in the shadows, though you cannot see me, Because I will watch Chao. I will prove to your murderous slaves the white man's magic is stronger than all your voodoo sorcery. Watch the sword of Christal I will raise the sword you could not move. Watch yay, the. Sword rises from the rock, but no hands lifts it. Ah, what do people have seen? They no longer fear you kill the girl out. They will imagine you murdered me. Oh, voice of the shadows. Who are you? I will answer your question, Chaon, I am the shadow, and here is the answer to your challenge. Kon the Lorok and sword of Chrystal. Margo. They believe you are a sorceress with greater powers than Chaon. Pretend you are Margo. Tell them the snake gods are angry, and what. No more human sacrifice? Try try, They're closing in on Chaon's Yo. Turn in the prince. Gon't try to stop them. Don't move my go wahn't wait, that's this way. Business, but this going down. I can't stand this, my dear. You must have slain Chaon and is murderous how. They'll turn to you. Command them to go back to the valleys, to their Christian churches. Tell them no harm must come up to fun to pray or any of the Christmas, or this Guno will become a Parnas empire. They'll believe you. Now what briskiness let me sacrifice be if plod wound glows o. The sky beyond the mouth of the grotto. No, there must be no more human sacrifice. The old gods are sick of blood. They command you to go back to your homes, back to the churches of the One God. Hear me. If Palm comes to one of Chao's victims, or to the boy one. You pay, this grotto will be filled with fire, the rocks will melt. The earth will trend. We bring Margaret, quick, take the broken's hot slash the great company, just a heart of hoo. Don't worry. Then they will obey you. Get out, Get out of the grotto. Whoo do it dead to his business and describe the great town probably alive to me, the hold on her old. Let them see your pa. Ah. Well, Margo, it's good bye to Haiti. In twelve hours this plan will be in New York. How do you feel, Priestess. I don't think I'll ever be the same Lamant, but I don't regret it, taking those children back to. Their parents and wand back to his father. It was worth it, even if I have nightmares for the rest. Of my life. And look, Margo Caupati and the ruins of King Christoph Citadel. From here it looks like like a tropical paradise. Maybe it will be Lamont now that the shadow is broken. The spell of voodoo, No Margo, no one man can dispel the power of voodoo education. The Christian churches are doing all in their power, but to pray was right. Voodoo doesn't die, It merely slumbers. We have found once more at one of the greatest causes of human misery is ignorance. In just a moment you will hear from our surprise guests. But first, John Buckley, Blue Coal's heating expert, has some timely advice for householders. Thank you, Ken Roberts and good evening friends. Many householders, when firing their furnaces, shovel in what they think is the right amount of coal, then close the door and leave the fire. This is, by no means the most economical way to fire a furnace. To get the most satisfactory results, follow these simple rules. First, shake the grates gently when it's necessary to make room for fresh coal. Stop shaking as soon as you see the first red glow in the ashpit. Next, with a shovel or hole, pull the live coals forward so that the fire bed is level with the fire door in front and slopes downward toward the back of the furnace. Be careful not to stir up the lair of ash underneath the coal. Put the first charge of coal into the hollow thus formed, filling it up to the level of the fire door. Always leave a spot of live coals directly in front of the fire door. This hot spot will ignite the gases rising from the fresh coal and prevent them from escaping into the chimney unconsumed. I thank you now, ladies and gentlemen. The Shadow Program has the honor to present a man who has spent his life bringing criminals to justice. It's with great pleasure that I introduced to. You the Assistant District Attorney of Queen's County, New York, mister Anthony Levote. Thank you, mister Roberts. I don't know anything about crime and Haiti, but there are times when we could. Use a fellow like the Shadow here in New York. You couldn't lend him to us by any chance, could you. Well, I'm not so sure that you really need him, mister Devote. Law enforcement has made such marvelous. Strides here in the past few years. However, I'll ask the Shadow if he's available do that. But seriously, mister Robbitts, I'm grateful for this opportunity to congratulate Blue Coal and its dealers for sponsoring this Shadow programs. They're doing really a great job, not only in entertaining the public, but in showing people the folly and absolute uselessness of crime. In fact, mister Roberts, all of. Us in the business of law enforcement appreciate the splendid co operation we've been getting from the Shadow broadcasts. Thank you, mister Lavote. It's very gratifying to know that our efforts to show that crime does not pay meet with the approval of. You and your associates. And I'm sure our listening audience joins me and congratulating you on the successful war your department is waging on crime in New York. It's been a real privilege to. Have you in our audience this afternoon, and I hope you'll stop in again. Thank you. I shall. This program has been a dramatized version of one of the many copyrighted stories which appear in the Shadow. Magazine, now on sale at your local newsstands. All the characters and all the incidents named are fictitious. Any similarity to person's living or dead is purely coincidental. The weed of Crime, Bear's bitter Fruit, Crime does not Pay. The Shadow loads. Next week, same time, same station. Blue Coal America's Final stand Recite will again present another thrilling adventure. Of the shadow. Be sure to listen, and be sure to burn blue coal, the solid fuel for solid comfort.