The Shadow 40 - Murder in E Flat

Who knows what evil works in the hearts of men. The Shadow Node the Shadow, the serious character who devotes his life to righting wrongs, protecting the innocent, and. Punishing the guilty, is reality. The Monk Cranston, wealthy young man about town, student of science, and master of other people's minds using advanced methods that may ultimately become available to all law enforcement agencies. Cranston is known to criminals and evildoers as the Shadow, never seen, only heard as haunting, to superstitious minds, as a ghost, as inevitable as a guilty conscience. Cranston's friend and companion, the lovely Margot Lane's the only person who knows to whom the unseen voice belongs. Today's story Murder in the Flat. D Head. You know yeah again, Margin calling on the Love. God by Kelly, Come on over here, you're my. Come on, I'm expected to see that here. You got room for you too, Marcres. What do you think of this band? Why it's kidding? Where the hottest? I'm still take a little stream and one that's my ideal? Why now that list? Oh oh yeah, yeah cheap? And I thought I would cut off. Yeah, I had to break, the Twain joined on pitteastreak. I had a bit about Oh nobody says. You know what happened? The lands player joint just blew up, and we don't know yet how many works I think was found. A note then over the bar to make Portento read it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, here it is. He says. The only real music is the music of silence. Yeah, funny business. Okay, we talke about the headquarters is through the average. Go on, Henry talk that town front. That's my sid I count without crossing that white line. And now then they can pull over when we blow your heart. But I'm not supposed to blow your heart in the city, my dear. You know that's the antioids commit. I don't care what the ant I know it committed. Said slow your heart to make that I'll get over. That's what you say, my dear. I was rying about petty yards behind her car. Yeah, they started to swing out of line and blew their horns, and then it happened. This awful explosion. I'd tell you, after a. Normal where'd you get this snow? After the explosion, I noticed it's lying in the front seat beside me. Somebody must have thrown it in through the window. What do you suppose it means? Officer? And let's look at it again. Let this be a warning to you auto horns, your play things to the devil. Silence? What does it mean, officer? I don't know, mister, but if iway. You, I forget I had a horn. No, Margrel, It's something very peculiar about these bombings, serious explosions. I've leave the paper here calls them. There's another one last night. That trid that blew up in the river. Yes, the mon I was reading about it. And the paper says they found a note mail to a nearby duck something about silence is the golden. Token of true peace. Ah, this sounds like some crow yes. Ard and sinister silence. That word has appeared in every note, silence. The only other clue that has been found at all free bombings is a piece of ue shaped metal. Now, I wonder if Margol was the monk. You know what a tuning fork looks like, don't you? Quite certainly? U? Exactly a piece of metal shaped like a yule Look at this picture here in the paper. Divers found that in the hold of the bottom crater. Don't you certainly looks like a tuning fork, all right. I don't see where they do, I, Margo. Yet I feel there's a link between the words silence, these tuning forks, and the bombings. And if there is a link, Margo, I've got a hunch that this city may be in for one of the most terrifying ordeals that has ever experienced. Woms believe there'll be more than drop a bombing. I don't know what to believe, Margo. I don't know what. I'm not playing with Chicago, not already at peak more, I'm not playing already to do four? Good Bye John, don't forget to wire me? Why there? Three Thursday by Mother? Good Bye son. I hope you have a smooth fly. Shall we go married? I'm glad to wait, Mother. I love to watch him take off, John Thomas away from the plane. You don't sit on this side, just as you say, dear, But I must admit that the row of those motors always makes me a pit nervous John John bomb. Extra extra Read all about the latest mystery bombing note warning silence found at Central Airport. Extra Extra latest Sissy bombing sappels for me. Right, there is a tind of also glitty b on the farm. Yes, Christier Westerns were stuck in a retrospect here and this note here was taken on the police phone box next to the back. And see the war of traffic is a roar of doom, silence, silence, silence and infernal words, but in everyone refounds. Yes, sir, what's the laboratory report? Sogn what explores the bomb? The farm's attached to a photoelectric cell. Wanna eat theer U shaped piece of the metal and I'm finding it all the bombing. I see, Well, how's at work? Well, it's sort of like this commission of the laboratory says that this U shaped piece of metal, it is tuning forth and eat flat tuning for heirs. Well, the tre tuning fork is placed it when the sound of the flat vibrator, it breaks the light beam of the would like to tell it's attached to the bomb. And when the light being broken, second cause the bomb goes off. And I think, I see what you mean, just like just like your body breaks a light beam and opens the door to Someway's no hotel. Yes, sir, Yes that's the idea. There were sounds reported just before each of those bombing, the sound of that trumpet, that auto horn, and that park on that fighter, and the noise those airplane moment. Yes, I could have done it all right? Whoever thought that one up is done by time? But I still don't get these notes. He's warning about silence. But there must be some reason why, Well there is no Wesson speaking that shadow. Well, what do you want? I'm basically very busy, and I'm praty to have the night time he's bombing getting And I suppose you know all about them. At all, these pieces of you shape finding? How did you know that? Never mind? Yes? Is that what our laboratory calls him? He flap tuning. We've got the REPORTO like good selves. That's the bomb, and the sound vibrates the fork and passes and farther sells light. For him, and that and that closes the circuit and explodes the barm. Very neat a commissioner, very. Anything else I can do for him? Just one thing more, commissioner, Yes, do you realize what all this means? Why? Because the notes has contained the word silence, you must broadcast the general warning to the city at once. Use the radio, use of newspapers use any means that your command, but. Warn the people immediately that there must be absolute silence until the murderer is caught. They must not make any musical instruments, blow the auto horns. In fact, they must not do anything to make a loud noise of any kind that might set off another of these tuning fork bombs, or the penalty maybe death. It was n here they found one of the farms. It is one of these first beasts. Yeah, imagine that right here, one of them city of corners in the city. I tell it's enough to give it a creek. Certainly is look up the head and here here it is the middle of the day and not a car in sight. Or I haven't had my car out of the garage since the Free Commission of broadcast that morning. Think of it, he said, even a squeaking break might stand in their kingdom. Come, or well, I can. Tell your kingdom, come and be better than this. I don't find the guy that's planning these bombs. Soon the whole town's gone off. That's nothing telling me I haven't slept before night. Rawful silence, it's like a wet blanket over your things. Day. This day and not a sound. Stop taking that floor, Robert, you're reading you can never I could scream. You know that's good. How about me? I can't stand the silence much longer, I tell you, I can't stand why. Rob Remember Commissioner Western's warning. No one knows where the bombs are planning. Even a shot I. Know, I don't. Even a shout might be an ewap, a mot of death. That's what they're calling about. It's silly. But what do they call this, this awful tomb? Will it be quiet? Robert? Please come on, we're going as start packing. We'll live on the first trace. Whys No Western has already checked all the music stores, but I I still feel you might have overlooked one. Several of the stores I checked it sold human props recently, but only one was a knee plant that was purchased by the Board of Education. Did not until we've checked every music store. In the city. Now here's the mister stores. We'll separate again. You take these I've marked in the list, Now visit the others. Torry Mogo. Every minute moves as closer to the next explosion. Goodness, one morning, I Roby deserve to speak like that like I was moving through some city of the dead. Yes, it's it's like a plague. Take of silence. But we must be on our way, Margo, not a moment to lose. I'll meet you at the Andrews Music Store, the first store we visited this morning. Yes, was another one. I'll see you there. I was there. We haven't sold any flat tuning fork in months? Was there anything else? Oh? Miss, we're a wholesale you see. We only sell the music schools and such. Even they don't buy chewing ports. They all. What's that, mister tuning fox? Uh? No, wait, the paneled sheet music radios and record Maybe you'd like a sheet music. And uh what can I do for you? Miss? Nothing? Thank you. I'm just waiting for someone, if you don't mind. Oh no, not at all. By the way, weren't you in here this morning? Yes? I was, Yes, I remember you now you were were The gentleman wanted to know if we'd sold any tuning fox lately. Was that right? He said you hadn't, Yes, And. After you left. I did remember one sale, but that was to one of our regular customers. And it was it was a long time ago. That wouldn't be what you mean. No, I suppose not. No. Doctor Badeaux is a very fine man's fine musician too. He's brought a number of musical instruments from us. Course you did. Strike me a bit odd odd, that was odd, well, doctor Bedeaux, wanting all of those tuning frogs for the same. Pitch e flat. I believe it was e flat. Yes, but you know how musicians are. Surely you don't. No, of course not. But I I suppose I should see this doctor Videaux, just for. The record, you know. Oh would you like his address? Yes, if you'd be so kind, Yeah, sure, I'll. Write it down for you, Doctor Andre Beddeaux, twenty two eighteen West ninth Street. Nice, well, thank you. And if the gentleman I'm waiting for you to arrive while I'm gone, tell him to wait. Yes, yes, his name is Lamont Cranston el hey d tell him to meet me at doctor Rideaux. What is your eighteen yes, teacher, yes, doctor Rideaux. Yes that's right, doctor Brideaux, doctor of music. But you have our and you my dell. My name is Margolene, doctor. I'm a boy student. Oh musician, I'm so beautiful. Do come in? Thank you. This is my studio. Oh, it's charming. You teach you? No, No, I I seld him to teach, my dear, I am a composer, great composer. No, I'm afraid that it's still my own little secret. But then you wouldn't have time for a simple student like myself. Do you know more? On the contrary, my dear, it has always always been my special pleasure to encourage, really tell him, especially a beautiful talent. Yes, yes, well that's very nice, But I'm not roughly talented. I don't really believe you'd be. Interested what I have already decided. I would be interested, most interested. But sir, you are just in time for a treat. Oh, well, a treat. Well, I'm afraid I must go now. I just remembered an appointment. You should remember that before you interrupted my work. Now that you are here, you shall remain on until it is my pleasure to dismiss you. You can't do that. Sit down. Well, I did not ask you to disturb me. But now that you are here, you shall share a secret with me. You like secrets, No, most young women like secrets but can't keep them. I think you shall keep. This one, My dear, What is that? What? What did you say? You are wasting your birth, my dear. Really you are to suit your sound proof completely sound group. And now for my secret. You you see this beautiful electric organ. Yes, of course an electric organ shall reveal my secret, my greatest composition. I shall play it for you now on this beautiful organ. Oh pardon me just a moment, my dear, the door seems to have blown open me. Ah ye, luck with the god that's against. You. Really, you don't seem to realize what a great honor I am this bold bestow on you, or you shall be my first and the last to hear my greatest composition, my Symphony of Failure. Do I frighten you? My child? Sorry? But you are my own invited guests, aren't you my only guests? The lighting is quite poor for shadows, my dear, There are no shadows in my studios whereby before I play my symphony for you. You see the black box on that pedestal there, answer me, do you? Yes? Yes? I see? That box is my invention. It is a bomb the famous others I had placed about the city, and it shall permit you and me to die. You see my dear, into the final climax of my symphony. I have written the final climax. Of life it since. Yeah, but enough of this program notes. Yes, let us begin the performance. Listen, my dear, listen to the pale beauty of the whole tone. Truly a feast, isn't. It a feast for just the two of us? Three doctor Bedeaux, three of us. He told you where I were, I remember now, very clever of it, and another we planned it behind the time must fill in this portamery. But of course, how stupid. From the herbs in the gland terminus. Three noisy places, without a doubt. Here but noisy, no longer the city of the island as a tomb, and so long as it remains silent hot in the bombs. But now now my symphony reaches its climax. My work has finished. Listen to the compelling beauty of the finale. Yes, here there are too. Tones pushing up up, snap. It is the work of a month, I. Know, the greatest of them all. And now now this final percent. And the final resolution, siminary of my money in silence in me. There them, mother, just rest a minute. Everything is all right. So the explosion in them. There was no explosion. The doctor the doors look lying there across the keyboard. Yes, dead, quite dead. It was Badeau's body pressing against the keyboard that caused the rumbling you thought was an explosion. Yeah, I still don't understand what happened. All the time I was talking to Badeaux, I was standing beside the pedestal on which he placed the bomb. When he started to play the organ, I just connected the photoel ectric cell from the bomb, making it harmless. Heart failure, my dear Margo, A victim of his own hypnosis. He was so sure that the explosion would occur. Pree, No, who speaks? I am the shadow? Is the shadow? We? Yes, of course, my inner voice, my shadow, shadow of my poor weak conscion your coat, shadow, the three of us. Yes, yes, that's right. We've had an exciting time lately, haven't. We, Bedore you the master, I your shadow, while the exciting my shadow, and it has led up to victory. Yes, we have at last one our war on noise, the silent city pace tribute to our course. But why bed why have we waged this war in the city, Why these bombings, why this terror? You forget so soon. What are the poor conscience you are shadow? Yes, but once more I will tell you. We have been waging the war. The war wars is the war for peace only. The true piece is a simple piece of silence. Yes, but why a quiet my conscience? Hilence is the only way to fight beyond happiness in the world today, this world of ours, with its it's chaos. It's noise, yes, yes, above all, it's noise. How many of our bombs are still unexploded the door? How many free throughout the city? I forget the shuttle and one here on the pedestal, waiting to play a part in my symphony of silence, waiting for me to pay e flat. But the free and the city? Where did we leave them? Oh? What a poor conscience you are? Shuttle One's conscience should not forget to ask the h But I will forgive you. Don't you remember the one we left in the elevator shafts of the state building. Yes, that it did. In his distorted mind, I think heaven is all over. Yes, the symphony of silence is over. The terror is ended once more, the city can return to its normal life once more. Is people are safe to work and play, laugh and cry, free from the terror that has kneel driven the men. Yes, and once more a man has learned that there is only one musician who can play the cosmic music of silence and sound, the master musician of them all, the composer of life himself. Let no man tempt you into crime. Crime is like a strangling serpent. It crushes him who feeds it most. Beware less, the serpent of crime ensnare you in his poles. Remember, crime does not pay. The shadow noes