Beneficiary -- Death

Bromos Alsir, made by the Emerson Drug Company, invites you through the creaking door for tonight's inner sanctum mystery, titled Beneficiary Death, written by Ed Addamson and Bob Smith. Bromos Alsir reminds you to... This is your host to welcome you once again into the inner sanctum.

Come in, come on in. Just finish my spring garden, plant it a couple of dozen of bulb heads. But I'm sure they won't be content to stay in their new loans. That's how things are here behind the creaking door.

Whatever goes down must come up at night. Oh, by the way, folks, I want you to meet our laughing ghost. We call him silly Willie, because it's easy to tickle his fantasy. But Willy's not really so silly when it comes to getting rid of his maid.

The first one left him because he started his stay by beating her over the head with a club. Well naturally she got stuck and tired of such treatment. But his second wife, a brunette, had a much more interesting conclusion.

Willy buried her head in the sand at the ocean front. Now she's a beached blonde. As many sides. It can make itself felt in an almost hidden, quiet sort of way. Just as it did that rainy Monday morning with Sam and Helen Braden worked breakfast in their small, sudden home.

The Braden sat in the kitchen, looked near the window, the same as they'd done for 20 years. But still, this morning, things were not quite the same. Sam, you've just been sitting there staring out the window.

You haven't touched your breakfast. I'm not hungry, heaven. You didn't sleep last night, did you? You're little on and off. You're just wearing yourself sick over nothing. Now, business is bound to get better. Oh, there's no use kidding you any longer.