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Good evening ladies and gentlemen and brooders.

I decided to go into the egg business.

Like any other business it needs fresh ideas.

Here is our latest design.

Its advantages are obvious.

No more eggs rolling off the table.

Valuable storage space saved in the refrigerator.

Unfortunately, this particular innovation has not filtered down below

management level.

Our executives quickly saw its possibilities, but the hens seem rather

grasping new ideas.

This is one of our plastic models.

We have a large number of them scattered about to demonstrate to the hens what

can be done if they put their minds to it.

As you can see, we are using every psychological weapon at man's

disposal. And now, perhaps this slogan will also give you strength to bridge

gap between this vignette and tonight's story.

Greetings. Lovely day, isn't it?

No doubt you're very surprised to find yourself visiting me here on my poultry

farm in New Zealand.

The only poultry farm of any size, completely and perfectly run by one man.

Myself.

Oh, but you're right.

That still doesn't make me famous, does it?

Oh, nowadays when television cameras pry everywhere, you're probably more

accustomed to visiting the homes of well -known statesmen, artists.

People who, shall we say, have made their mark.

Well, I have made my mark.

I could be quite famous if I chose to be.

The reason you've never heard of me is that I succeeded.

I succeeded, and only failure in the particular accomplishment I'm speaking

brings notoriety.

You're a lovely plump one, aren't you?

Yes, nicely stuffed.

And basted with just the right amount of seasoning will make a superb dinner.

Ma!

Yes, that's right.

I'm a murderer.

Why is it that the only time food turns out superbly is when you cook it

yourself?

They're excellent.

Oh, did I shock you when I told you I was a murderer?

I hope not.

I certainly didn't mean to.

Actually, there's a very common misconception held by most people about

murderers.

Well, how often have you heard us described as cold -blooded?

Fiends, inhuman monsters and the like.

Deplorable exaggerations, really.

But obviously you can see I'm not any of those things.

The truth is, in my own case, it was an act of kindness.

There. All finished.

You see, Helen personified all those qualities in people which made me

from them and choose chickens instead.

Oh, true, chickens have all the same qualities, but in them it's forgivable.

At least they can't take advantage of someone like myself.

Someone too sympathetic, too understanding.

Oh, Helen was only one of the many who took advantage of these qualities in me,

but she was certainly the worst.

You see, Helen believed in her own golden rule.

Every man for himself.

Of course, in her case, it was different.

It was every woman.

Perhaps you'd understand it better if I told you exactly how it happened.

You see, Helen and I were engaged, and everything was going along fairly

smoothly, until one night she arrived here at the farm unexpectedly.

It's too dreadful. I just don't know how to tell you. I really don't.

Tell me what, my dear?

Well, I...

Oh, no, I can't. I just can't.

But, Arthur, you must believe one thing. I don't want to hurt you. I couldn't

bear to hurt you.

I told Stanley, I told everyone the same thing. And now you're telling me.

But I have to. It's the only thing I can do.

I assume that.

Now, just what is this dreadful calamity?

Well, I can't marry you, my darling.

You can't marry me.

How ironic.

Well, that's a funny thing to say.

Not really.

So, you can't marry me.

Well, that means you're marrying someone else.

And I suppose this Stanley is the lucky man.

How much is he settling on you?

It would be easier for both of us if you would be a little bit more civilized

about it.

Oh, but I am being civilized.

I'm releasing you.

I wish you well.

I even wish this poor Stanley, whoever he is, well.

You know perfectly well who he is. You introduced me to him.

You can't mean Stanley Braithwaite.

That gambler.

Financier. Oh.

Well, whatever he's calling himself these days, he's still had the most

appalling table manners of anyone I've ever met.

It so happens that there are more important things in the world than table

manners. Oh.

Though you may not think so.

And what is your idea of more important things?

Well, to live some kind of life, travel, see the world, wonderful places, wear

good clothes, jewelry.

One thing about you, Helen, your aspirations have always been of the

But most of all, not to be buried in this farm, as you call it. Why not what

used to call it?

A haven.

A place where one can spend the rest of one's life in peace.

Really, Arthur, you have a talent for being nasty.

Do I?

One sometimes takes on the coloring of one's associates.

I'd better go.

Yes. No doubt Stanley is waiting.

But you could tell me one thing before you go.

Why did you agree to marry me in the first place?

I was afraid at the time that there might not be anything better.

Goodbye, Arthur.

Well, John, nice to see you. Hello, Arthur.

Not an official visit, I trust?

Oh, not likely.

I was on my way to town, thought I'd stop by and see the new pride and joy.

Well, how do you like it?

Very impressive.

Filled with the labor -saving devices, no doubt. Oh, completely. Come inside

I'll show you.

With all this new machinery, I'll even be able

to mix the feed for the chickens myself.

And I've got everything I need for a balanced diet stored in these tanks.

Now, that seems to be your new ambition in life, to be able to run the whole

place entirely by yourself. Not so new. It's been my ambition for over a year.

Yes, ever since hell. Ever since... Ever since I came of age, shall we say?

Well, that's one way of putting it.

Are you really happier like this?

But of course.

Well, why should that puzzle you?

I don't know.

That seems it by rights that you should be married. Married is the last thing

I'll ever be.

John, you don't have the joy of having everything exactly the way you want it.

No petty annoyances, no catering to other people's demands.

It's the perfect life, really.

But you like living alone.

I like doing what most people would like to do, but simply haven't the courage.

They're so afraid of being lonely, they surround themselves with a lot of

friends they don't even like, or marry them.

and spend the rest of their lives wondering why they're so miserable.

That's what I call really cynical.

But you'll change your mind.

One day some pretty little thing will come along, and then, well, we'll see.

Are we playing chess tonight?

Almost certainly.

I'll see you at the pub around the same time. Go on, I'll look forward to it.

Darling, I'm back.

She'd come back to me indeed, with a vengeance.

She chatted endlessly all through dinner, but I wasn't really listening. I

realizing how perfectly she timed her arrival.

Once she had her foot in the door, I knew I'd never be able to close it.

She was all charm and affection, overflowing with solicitude, calmly

sympathy for granted.

Unhappily, it made me remember something I'd said in the delirium of our early

days.

That no matter what ultimately happened between us, if she was ever in trouble,

she was to count on my help.

I'm a man of my word.

And I couldn't bear the idea of going back on it.

Wasn't that a good dinner?

Delicious. I can get the coffee, then we can have it in the living room. We can

leave the dishes till the morning. You mean not wash them?

Well, we can wash them in the morning. What's the difference?

Apparently none.

Did you think this was an ashtray, Helen?

No, of course not. I just couldn't find one, so I used it.

Ash won't hurt it, darling.

There.

Have your coffee. Thank you, no.

Arthur, what's the matter?

Why are you looking at me like that? You've been doing it all through dinner.

What have I been doing all through dinner?

Well, looking at me as though you're angry with me or as though you weren't

really glad to see me. Oh, but I am glad to see you.

Why shouldn't I be?

Oh. You're thinking about that awful scene we had the last time I was here,

aren't you? It has crossed my mind, yes.

Well, we were both upset. We both said things we didn't really mean.

It'll be different. You'll see.

I am seeing.

Does this mean that you've left your husband for good?

Oh, you were so right about him, Arthur.

He was a beast.

More than you could know. A wealthy beast, as I remember.

Money isn't everything.

Isn't it?

But that's not what you thought a year ago.

Well, I've learned a lot in a year.

So have I.

Principally that I like my life the way it is now.

And I won't have any changes.

I'm not going to change your life, darling.

Your just being here changes it.

Well, you're not going to send me away.

Where would I go? What would I do?

I'm sorry, darling.

Don't fuss. Don't, you know, cough and fuss.

Would you like a liqueur?

Oh, I'd love one.

You really haven't any place to go, have you, Helen?

Only here.

That means you haven't any money either.

He didn't give me a penny.

But the courts.

Oh, no, I couldn't take him to court.

I mean, you can't fight a man as rich as that, all those lawyers and things.

Oh, yes, I see.

So if I threw you out, you'd be miserable.

I'd rather be dead.

A very wise decision, I think, my dear.

And the least I can do for old time's sake is grant it.

Please do.

Anything wrong?

I'm afraid it is.

You mean this is an official visit?

Yes. Nothing serious, I hope?

It's very serious.

Oh.

Well, you'd better come in.

It's going to be serious.

We may as well make ourselves comfortable.

Please.

I'm here to ask if you know a woman called Helen Braithwaite.

Oh, but of course.

I was engaged to her once, before she married Stanley Braithwaite.

When did you last see her?

Oh, about three weeks ago.

She arrived here one night unexpectedly.

Why, John, I believe you thought I was going to lie about it.

Well, she'd been traced as far as your farm.

No one's seen or heard of her since.

Oh, I'm so glad.

You're glad?

Well, yes, she managed to get away from him after all.

Away from whom?

Well, her husband.

She'd left him and he wanted her back.

Apparently he was a dreadful man and she'd rather do anything than that.

I see.

Exactly when did she come here?

Oh, about three weeks ago on a Thursday.

As a matter of fact, it was the night I had to call off our chess game, if you

remember. I remember, the 24th.

What happened?

Well, I don't mind telling you.

But, well, I wouldn't want it gossiped about.

I know I can rely on your discretion.

You see, she came expecting me to help her.

I saw no reason why I should.

When I refused, she became angry and left in a rage.

As a matter of fact, she left her suitcase behind.

It's still here.

I'm expecting her to send for it.

May I see it?

But of course.

Wouldn't you say it was a little strange for a woman to leave without her

suitcase and her purse?

I'm a bachelor, Sergeant, and I don't know how a woman is supposed to behave.

I think the simplicity of my story, the seeming stupidity of it, made him wonder

if his first suspicions weren't a trifle unjust.

Had I been a murderer, I would surely try to dump the incriminating evidence

the river.

And thus join the large group of us who have made that one mistake.

Things thrown into rivers are the way of floating up at the most awkward

moments. And I knew that the suitcase or anything else being here meant nothing

unless they also found Helen's body.

This is Inspector Ben Liebenberg of the CID.

Mr. Arthur Williams.

Good afternoon. I'm sorry to trouble you.

Oh, that's quite all right. Won't you come in? Thank you.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, Mr. Williams, we're still trying to find this unfortunate young woman,

Mrs.

Braithwaite. Oh, you mean there's still no trace of her?

Not since she left here.

What a nice little house you have here. Yes, isn't it?

Would you care to look around?

Thank you, I would.

Follow me.

I started with the living room and dining room.

It was nice of the inspector to take such an interest in my house, and I was

only too glad to show him around.

He seemed to be most thorough in his appreciation, and then we went into the

kitchen.

I explained for the inspector's benefit that I disliked having servants around

and had made my house and farm as self -contained as possible.

After we'd gone all over, I took them into the poultry house.

I explained to them the layout of the chickens.

The less they moved about, the heavier they would become and the more marked.

When I showed them the new barn, again they were fascinated by the obvious

hiding place my storage tanks provided.

But they said nothing.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Williams.

It was a pleasure.

I'm very proud of my farm.

Yes, I can see that.

Well, we'll say goodbye now.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

A week passed, and they still

hadn't returned.

But I was becoming irritated by the constant surveillance, particularly by

Constable Barry.

They'd ordered his beat so that he was able to pass my gate and keep an eye on

everything which went on.

That was when I decided to bring things to a head.

And it seemed to me that the simplest way to do that was to appear and make

Crippen's mistake and run away.

I'd picked my hiding place very carefully.

I knew the police had searched the extensive caves a few miles from my farm

thoroughly.

Chances were I wouldn't be disturbed.

And I wasn't.

But at the end of three days, I decided my purpose had been accomplished.

Besides, I'd run out of reading material.

and I was beginning to be bored by my cuisine, which, while adequate, was

somewhat limited by my equipment.

Why, John, what a pleasant surprise.

Where have you been?

Oh, were you worried?

I'm so sorry.

It occurred to me that Mrs.

Braithwaite might have got lost somewhere in the caves, so I went to

her. But you've been away for three days.

Yes, unfortunately, I got lost myself, and it took me all this time to find my

way out.

My, but you certainly have been busy.

Find anything?

You'd better get inside.

The inspector will want to see you. Oh, I should be delighted to see him again.

You go ahead. I'll follow you.

It's not a very likely story, is it, Mr. Williams?

Likely or not, it's true.

Do you really expect us to believe such an obvious lie? I expect you to be

polite.

Considering the amount of damage you've done to my property already, it's the

least you can do.

We were only doing our duty.

Really?

Well, the only justification you could have for doing it is finding what you're

looking for.

Mr. Williams, I want... Sergeant,

we found the body, sir.

Really?

How extraordinary.

Where was it?

Well, it was in the barn, sir.

So, I, Constable, you can go now.

Oh, I see.

It was a little trick.

I'm disappointed in you, Inspector.

I expected something less childish from you.

Of course, they never found Helen's body.

and as much as they might suspect she had been murdered, they had no proof.

In spite of their thorough search, no body was found, and that, along with the

fact that there was no obvious motive on their part, resulted in a cloud of

suspicion gradually disposing.

By Christmas, even Sergeant Theron became convinced of my innocence, and to

there were no hard feelings, I sent him a brace of cockerels as a Christmas

present.

That's all there is to tell.

Sergeant Theron enjoyed the cockerels very much indeed, and I was pleased

that.

I'd raised those particular chickens on a very special new diet I'd taken great

pains with.

The ingredients were varied, and I processed them all myself, using my new

hammer mill to grind everything very fine.

Sergeant Theron asked me to list the ingredients I used so he could make a

mixture for his own chickens.

I was glad to.

I listed them all.

All but one, that is.

I left out that one special ingredient that made it really.

There was a very sad end to our story.

Because of the excellent bone, meat and blood meal Mr.

Williams kept supplying them, his chickens grew to enormous size.

Then it happened.

One day as he shouldered his way through the hungry flock.

But it's too awful to describe.

Please rejoin me in a minute.

After I pull myself together.

I have abandoned the egg business.

Our model was successful in only one case.

One hen dutifully reproduced it perfectly.

But unfortunately the uses of a plastic egg are rather limited.

It appears to be time to say goodnight.

Next week we shall be back with another story.