Stand-In for Murder

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in. Tonight, a well-honed accounting of a lethal impersonation. In just a moment, stand in poor murder, written especially for suspense by Gladys Skellar. Kay, answer it.

Jim, I hope I must please. My voice isn't her voice. Will you answer it? Please, Kay, you've got to prove that Laura Morgan is still alive. Oh, it stopped. Oh, thank God. Jim, this is agony. When that phone rings, I freeze. I can't talk.

Okay. Okay, listen to me. Laura's friends have to think she's leaving for Europe, and they have to hear it from her. Her voice, I can't remember how it's supposed to sound. Don't you want... play the tape again. At last show she did.

Okay. We'll play the tape again. We've gone over it. No more attention. Will you please? More Morgan in particular attention to her. She talks all right. You'll be quiet. Listen. No. Shatter. Rule this May.

But determine. The exchange. Can I talk all wrong? It's with the lovely. Without Marion. The party. The party. The Congress. Ending. A pitch of voice higher.

I have to. Jim, it's no use. I can't do it. You can't do it. Okay, you've got to. It's our only chance. Do you understand? Our only chance. I think this must be a kind of dream, a terrible nightmare.

When I awoke everything would be just as it was before Jim asked me for a divorce. I would never agree. I knew there was somebody else, but I just kept hoping that someday he would come back to me.

One night, too. I'm going to talk to you, Kay. The answer is still no. It's not about the divorce. Oh, really? I suppose you just dropped in for a drink. Is that it? Okay. It's very nice.