Will You Walk into My Parlor

This is the man in black. Here again to introduce Columbia's program, suspense. Two of Hollywood's most deaf players I've heard last night. This Geraldine Fitzgerald and Saseedrick Hardwick. This Fitzgerald and Saseedrick are here to match wits in a suspenseful tale by John Dixon Carr called, Will You Walk Into My Parlor? If you've been with us on these Tuesday nights,

You will know that suspense is compounded of mystery and suspicion and dangerous adventure. In this series our tales calculated to intrigue you, to stir your nerves, to offer you a precarious situation and then withhold the solution until the last possible moment.

And so with will you walk into my parlor, and the performances of Geraldine Fitzgerald and Soussiedre Cardwick, we again hope to keep you in Soussiedre. how far does any man trust his wife, or his fiancé either, for that matter.

An English bazaar, a garden party in the grounds of Leighton Hall in Kent, one fine summer afternoon before the war. Leighton Hall is the home of Major and Mrs. Grant, always ready in the cause of charity.

There's the stern red brick of the hall rising above Oakfield, against green lawns of the stalls and the swings and the roundabouts and the coconut chives. They are not well patronized now. Because a summer storm is coming up and the wind is squinting at the tents, flapping the gaudy banners in a fantastic manner,

and sending the spectators hurrying away in search of shelters. But over in a far corner is the fortune tellers tent, gaudy in purple and gold, yet with more than just a suggestion of mystery. Beside it is a miniature shooting young rig, presided over by Major Grant himself.