Analytical Hour

So Spence, he goes outstanding, theater of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William N. Robeson. There is an old saw which says, you can't fool all of the people all of the time. Neither can you please all of the people all of the time.

Recently, our presentation of Edgar Allan Poe's great horror story, The Pit and the Pendulum, displeased some listeners who felt that we should not have made the Spanish Inquisition the villain. Yet, had we not done so, we would have displeased others who feel that Poe's classic story should not be tampered with.

We face a similar quandary with tonight's story. It concerns a man who steals another man's wife. For dramatic reasons which shall be evident, the wife's stealer is a psychoanalyst. But let it be emphasized that this is not to be construed as a condemnation of psychoanalysis any more than it is a condemnation of wayward wives or a justification of murdering husbands.

Listen, listen then, as Jack Carson stars in Analytical Hour, which begins in just a moment. Now, Analytical Hour starring Mr. Jack Carson, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. I told you before, Margaret, I don't think it's wise for you to phone me at the office like this.

Hmm? He's acting strangely. Well, he probably got delayed. I'm sure you'll call you any minute with a logical explanation. Doctor? Excuse me. Well, Mr. Nelson, come in, come in. Thank you, Doctor. I know it's late and I didn't have an appointment, but I had to see you.

Yes, of course. Sit down. I'll be with you in a moment. Now, my dear, I'm sure you'll have no cause for worry. I've had a patient drop in unexpectedly, so let me call you as soon as he leaves.