The Dead Sleep Lightly

This is the man in black. Here again to introduce Columbia's program to spend. Our stars this evening are three. The order of their appearance they are. Walter Hempton, one of the theatre's proudest names for two generations. And Susan Hayworth and Lee Bowman, two of Hollywood's brightest younger stars. The story called The Dead Leed Likely.

by John Dixby-Karr is tonight's tale of the Spence. If you've been with us on these Tuesday nights, you will know that the Spence is compounded in mystery and suspicion and danger to adventure. In this series our tales calculated to entreat you, to stir your nerves, to offer you a precarious situation, and then withhold the solution under the last possible moment.

And so with the dead sleep lightly. And with the performance of Walter Hamden, Susan Hayward and Lee Bowman, we again hope to keep you in. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Meadowvale Cemetery, not far from New York.

Meadowvale Cemetery, a dim, grey morning in early April, when rain forms a mist across leafless trees and white grey stones. You see, over there, the group of silk-hatted gentlemen, each with his protecting umbrella, gathered around an open grave.

You see the clay soil freshly dug? You can hear perhaps the creaking of the cot, as the coffin is lowered into his everlasting house. And the droning voice of the searching. In the resurrection and the life, the Lord, he that believeth on me, though he were dead, yet, till he lived there.

Quiet, Mr. Templeton, please. What's wrong with old Templeton? Please, sir, I remember where you are. She's not alive, I tell you, she's not alive. It might seem a long distance that when the cosmopolitan club in Grammacy Park on the following evening when that same well bed man that hard and unemotional as the diamond pin in his tie