The Tip

And now, tonight's presentation of Radio's outstanding Theatre of Frills suspense. Tonight, a story of devotion, in which a woman risks her life in order that her husband might be spared. It's called the Tip, Our Star Miss Lorraine Tuttle.

Thanks for driving me to the station, dear. Pleasure, darling. You really shouldn't have. Now, let's not start that again. But the doctor told you to take it easy. He didn't tell me to hibernate. My heart isn't that bad.

We'll be together for a long time yet. Thank God for that acclaim. I thank him, baby. Here comes your train. Oh yeah. Well, I'll be home as soon as I can. Call me when you get here and I'll pick you up.

Alright, if you must. Just a minute, mister. What? Don't you tip the cabbie? Oh, of course. Here you are. Thank you. 8th floor, Mrs. Stanton. Thank you, Mr. Raymond.

Come in and shut the door. Sit down and be quiet. That's better. This dude is your toll and there won't be any need for this gun to fight in you. Who are you? I was about to ask you that.

I'm an Ain Stratton. Mrs.? Yes? Funny, I never thought of him as married. Who? Mr. Stratton, your husband. Where is he? On his way to work, I just draw him to the station. Yes, I missed him. Hope you don't mind if I wait.

What do you want with him? What do you want with him? I want to kill him. What? Hey, what did he do to ruin me? My husband. Yes. But that's absurd. Not to me. I had my own business.

The wife, two little girls. They're gone now. Everything gone. Since Mr. Stratton came into the picture. Well, how could he have... He put me out of business, broke up my home. Well, however it happened, I'm sure he'll straighten it out.