The Diary of Saphronia Winters

Suspense
The Diary of Saphronia Winters
April 27 1943


CAST:
THE MAN IN BLACK
ANNOUNCER (1 line)

SAPHRONIA
HIRAM
NURSE (2 lines)


(MUSIC ... BERNARD HERRMANN'S SUSPENSE THEME ... CONTINUES IN BG)

THE MAN IN BLACK: Suspense! 

This is The Man in Black, here again to introduce Columbia's program, 
Suspense. 

Our stars tonight are Miss Agnes Moorehead and Mr. Ray Collins. You've seen 
these two expert and resourceful players in "Citizen Kane" - "The Magnificent 
Ambersons" in which Miss Moorehead's performance won her the 1942 Film 
Critics' Award. Mr. Collins will soon be seen in the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer 
Technicolor film, "Salute to the Marines." 

Miss Moorehead and Mr. Collins return this evening to their first love, the 
CBS microphone, to appear in a study in terror by Lucille Fletcher called "The 
Diary of Saphronia Winters."

The story told by this diary is tonight's tale of ... suspense. 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 are 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 it is with the story "The Diary of Saphronia Winters" and the 
performances of Agnes Moorehead and Ray Collins, we again hope to keep you in 
...

(MUSIC: ... UP, DRAMATICALLY)

THE MAN IN BLACK: ... suspense!

(MUSIC ... THEME OUT ... HARMONIUM PLAYS THIS STORY'S SIGNATURE HYMN -- "WHEN 
MAN'S WORK IS DONE" ... THEN, IN BG)

SAPHRONIA: February 1st, St. Petersburg, Florida. I, Saphronia Winters, have 
hereby begun this diary because, on this date, I feel for the first time that 
I've begun to live. Diaries are no good unless one has thrilling experiences. 
For forty years, I've never had what could really be called a thrilling 
experience. But Papa's death has changed everything. 

(MUSIC ... FADES OUT)

SAPHRONIA: Here I am in beautiful St. Petersburg with everything to start life 
anew -- money in my purse, two suitcases full of new clothes, and a gorgeous 
new permanent wave. And Florida is really the land of romance. It doesn't 
matter whether you're seventeen or seventy -- there are parties and dances and 
bingo games and flirtations for all. My landlady, in fact, tells me that 
people often become engaged and even married to perfect strangers overnight. 
I'm still shy, of course, but, just the same, it's such fun and so thrilling. 
To think one's fate may be just around the corner!

(MUSIC ... UPBEAT DANCE TUNE, THEN UNDER)

SAPHRONIA: February 3rd. Oh, diary, it IS beginning! This morning, when I came 
out of my lodging house to go down to the beach, I noticed a man -- a 
thrilling-looking man -- sitting across the street on a bench. It was just as 
though he were waiting for me because, when I came out, he sort of started up 
as though he knew me. Of course, I didn't speak first but I knew the minute I 
started down the street that he was following me. Well, I got to the beach and 
sat down with my magazines and, suddenly, there he was, strolling toward me 
with a broad smile.

HIRAM: Well! Sitting out here all by your lonesome?

SAPHRONIA: (NERVOUS DELIGHTED CHUCKLING) Oh, yes, yes, I am.

HIRAM: Didn't I see you last night over at the Starfish Tea Room?

SAPHRONIA: The Starfish Tea Room?

HIRAM: Mm hm.

SAPHRONIA: Oh, yes, yes, I was there yesterday. But it was so crowded I'm 
afraid I don't recall--

HIRAM: Mighty nice cuisine they've got over there. Er, mind if I sit down 
beside you?

SAPHRONIA: (DELIGHTED GASP) Oh, not at all! Oh, oh, just a minute, sit on this 
magazine -- the beach is SO sandy!

HIRAM: Oh, sand doesn't bother me. I'm from Maine, you know. We get plenty of 
sand up there.

SAPHRONIA: Do you?

HIRAM: You've been down here at St. Pete long?

SAPHRONIA: Oh, just three days.

HIRAM: Three days? That's a long time. It's a wonder I didn't spot you before.

SAPHRONIA: (CHUCKLES) Oh ho, Mister--?

HIRAM: Johnson's the name. Hiram Johnson. 

SAPHRONIA: Oh.

HIRAM: I come from Green Harbor, Maine. Run a big hotel up there summers. 

SAPHRONIA: Oh?

HIRAM: Well, that's my whole history in a nutshell.

SAPHRONIA: My name's Saphronia. Saphronia Winters.

HIRAM: (SURPRISED) Saphronia?

SAPHRONIA: Uh huh.

HIRAM: Well, you know, that's quite a coincidence. My sister-in-law's name was 
Saphronia.

SAPHRONIA: Oh?

HIRAM: Saphronia Johnson. You ever heard of her? She looked quite a bit like 
you, too.

SAPHRONIA: Saphronia Johnson? No, I'm afraid I haven't. Who was she? Someone 
very famous? I'm so ignorant about these things. 

HIRAM: (CHUCKLES) Oh, that's all right. Say, look at that sun, will you? I'd 
say it was pretty nearly time for lunch. (FADES ... TO SEVERAL SECONDS OF 
SILENCE)

(MUSIC ... CALLIOPE ... FADES IN ... THEN, IN BG)

SAPHRONIA: ... and Diary darling, he IS wonderful. Strong and kind, warm-
hearted, so generous. I don't want to be like the other silly women in this 
town but Hiram is different. There's something almost poetic about him. 
Something sad and - and deep. 

HIRAM: (GENTLY) You know, Saphronia, it's kind of mysterious, us finding that 
nine-point starfish on the beach together. My sister-in-law Saphronia used to 
collect nine-point starfishes. And to think your name's Saphronia and you find 
a nine-point starfish with me. Well, it - kind of draws us together, eh? ... 
Ah? ... What do you think? (FADES OUT)

SAPHRONIA: (FADES IN) I feel as though I know him completely. As though I'd 
known him all my life. 

(MUSIC ... GENTLE, MUTED VERSION OF "HERE COMES THE BRIDE" ... IN BG)

SAPHRONIA: My landlady says it's foolish -- but look at Romeo and Juliet! 
Weren't THEY foolish?

(MUSIC ... UP, TO FILL A PAUSE)

HIRAM: What's the good of waiting, Saphronia? I've got to be back at the hotel 
in a week. We - we may never see each other again.

SAPHRONIA: Oh, Hiram, don't say that. I - I couldn't bear it.

HIRAM: Then let's do it right away. Tomorrow? There's a parson out on Coral 
Avenue who'll do the job for us. We could take a nice moonlight drive out to 
the alligator farm afterward, have a nice short dinner. Then climb on board 
the Orange Blossom tomorrow night for Maine.

SAPHRONIA: (GASPS, THRILLED) 

HIRAM: Just think of Maine. The big dark pine woods, the sand, the bay. The 
two of us, alone together.

SAPHRONIA: The two of us, alone together. 

(MUSIC ... WEDDING MUSIC FADES TO SOUND)

SOUND: (TRAIN RUMBLES DOWN TRACK, TRAIN WHISTLE)

SAPHRONIA: February 7th, on board the Orange Blossom. I was married in a 
wedding dress of Alice Blue moiré with a thrill of white organdy at the collar 
and wrists. And a rhinestone belt buckle. Hiram sent me talisman roses. I'm 
pressing one precious flower between the pages of this diary for luck.

SOUND: (TRAIN WHISTLE FADES ... THEN CRICKETS CHIRPING, TRUDGING FOOTSTEPS)

HIRAM: You'll see it beyond this bend in a couple of minutes. Uh, bags heavy?

SAPHRONIA: No, not particularly, dearest. Oh, I can't get over that taxi man 
at the station. Imagine his insolence, saying he couldn't drive us over--

HIRAM: Mm, maybe he didn't have any gas. It happens sometimes around here.

SAPHRONIA: Well, anyway, I'm glad the weather's so mild. Can you imagine what 
it would be like in a blizzard?

HIRAM: There's the place!

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS STOP)

SAPHRONIA: (EXCITED) Oh, wait a minute! Wait a minute! I don't want to look 
until I put down these bags. (EXHALES AS SHE PUTS THEM DOWN) Now, where?

HIRAM: There! Through those big pine trees.

SAPHRONIA: (DISAPPOINTED) Oh. Oh, it is - big, isn't it?

HIRAM: (PROUDLY) A hundred and twenty-five rooms!

SAPHRONIA: (AMAZED) So many fire escapes and balconies and - porches and 
towers. 

SOUND: (TRUDGING FOOTSTEPS)

SAPHRONIA: I, er, I stayed in a hotel like that once years ago with Papa. It 
was very fashionable then.

HIRAM: My grandfather built that place fifty years ago. Hasn't been changed 
much since.

SAPHRONIA: No? Well, of course you've put in modern plumbing.

HIRAM: Not yet.

SOUND: (IRON GATE CLANKS AND SQUEAKS OPEN)

HIRAM: Here we are. Walk in.

SOUND: (DISTANT LOW OMINOUS NOTE) 

SAPHRONIA: Ohh - what's that?

HIRAM: Just a fog horn out in the bay.

SAPHRONIA: Fog?

HIRAM: We get it almost every night in this kind of weather.

SOUND: (GATE SWINGS SHUT AND LOCKS)

SAPHRONIA: What are you locking the gate for?

HIRAM: Why not? There's nobody coming in after us. Or going out again for a 
while.

SAPHRONIA: But I - I thought you said the hotel--?

HIRAM: The hotel is empty.

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS, WOODEN DOOR CLICKS AND SQUEAKS OPEN)

SAPHRONIA: (NERVOUS) Hiram!

HIRAM: (ANNOYED) What is it now?

SAPHRONIA: Hiram darling, I know it sounds silly but - but let's not go in 
there tonight. Let's - let's wait until morning.

HIRAM: Why?

SAPHRONIA: Oh, just because it's so dark and empty. There's - not a light in 
the whole place and no one's expecting us. What'll we eat? And where'll we 
sleep? Let's stay in the village just for tonight.

HIRAM: (CURT) I've got things to eat and a place to sleep. Come on!

SOUND: (GRABS HER ARM, FORCES HER INSIDE)

SAPHRONIA: (IN PAIN) Oooh! Oh, my arm! Hiram! Hiram! 

SOUND: (DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

HIRAM: (QUIETLY) You remember my telling you down in Florida about my sister-
in-law Saphronia? Well, that's her. Over there on the wall. Take a look at 
her.

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS)

SAPHRONIA: Hiram, you hurt me! Do you realize that? You twisted my arm.

SOUND: (FOOTSTEPS STOP)

SAPHRONIA: Oh. Well, the - glass is very dusty. She must have died many years 
ago. But her face is sweet -- very sweet. And her eyes -- there's something 
very sad and wistful about her eyes.

HIRAM: (CRISP) She was a murderess. She was hanged in Portland twenty-five 
years ago for the murder of my brother Ephraim -- here, in the lobby of this 
hotel. She murdered him in cold blood with an axe! That fire axe hanging over 
there on the wall. 

SAPHRONIA: (HORRIFIED) Hiram!

HIRAM: It was a summer day. There were guests sitting out on the front porch 
in the rockers. It was just after lunch. My brother Ephraim was sitting at the 
desk, counting his loose change. My mother was crocheting in that old wicker 
rocking chair. Saphronia came downstairs - humming a hymn. 

SAPHRONIA: (UNNERVED) Oh, don't, Hiram. Please, please don't tell me any more.

HIRAM: Why not?

SAPHRONIA: Well, it makes me nervous to hear it like this in this big shadowy 
lobby. And - and your eyes, Hiram, your eyes-- Hiram, you're acting so 
strange. Hiram, what's the matter with you, dear? I - I know it was a terrible 
tragedy but it happened twenty-five years ago.

HIRAM: Don't touch me, Saphronia!

SAPHRONIA: Don't touch you?

HIRAM: Do you - remember what I said to you in Florida?

SAPHRONIA: What did you say? Well, you - you said a million sweet and 
wonderful things to me, Hiram.

HIRAM: I said - you resembled my dead sister-in-law. Look at her again. 
(OMINOUS) Look at her closely -- Saphronia. 

SAPHRONIA: But why? Oh, no! No, I can't! It's too horrible. I can't look at 
her face with any pleasure now, knowing she was a murderess.

HIRAM: You're afraid to look! Is that it?

SAPHRONIA: No! No, I'm not afraid! Hiram! Please! My arm! (PAUSE) Oh, very 
well. I'll look. (WHIMPERS HELPLESSLY UNDER THE FOLLOWING)

HIRAM: Now -- Stand there, quietly. Like that. Take off your glasses. Ah! 
That's all I wanted to see. That's all I wanted to see. (FADES OUT, FOR 
SEVERAL SECONDS)

(MUSIC ... HARMONIUM PLAYS A HYMN)

SAPHRONIA: February 13th, Green Harbor Hotel, Maine. I can't understand it. I 
try to fathom it but my head aches and my heart is heavy. The hotel is 
deserted. Has been for twenty-five years. Everything is covered with spiders
and cobwebs. The great dining room with its oak woodwork is alive with rats. 
And the row of broken rocking chairs on the front porch faces - emptily out to 
sea. Does he mean this to be my home? He's downstairs in the shabby parlor off 
the lobby playing the harmonium. 

(MUSIC ... STOPS)

SOUND: (BEDROOM DOORKNOB RATTLES)

HIRAM: (MUFFLED VOICE BEHIND DOOR) Saphronia?

SAPHRONIA: Yes? Yes, Hiram?

HIRAM: Sleeping?

SAPHRONIA: No, dear.

HIRAM: Why is your door locked? Come out. I want to show you 'round the place.

SAPHRONIA: It's - it's all right, dear. I've - I've seen it. I - I've seen 
just about everything.

HIRAM: No, you haven't. You haven't seen the grounds at all.

SAPHRONIA: The grounds? But, Hiram, it's after midnight!

HIRAM: I want to show you where my sister-in-law Saphronia is buried.

SAPHRONIA: Well, n-not tonight, dear. Please, it's so late and I - I have a 
headache.

HIRAM: (INSISTENT) Open the door, Saphronia! I want you to come NOW!

SAPHRONIA: No! No, I shan't! Now, go away and let me alone! I won't! I - I 
won't! I won't!

SOUND: (DOOR UNLOCKS AND SWINGS CREAKILY OPEN)

HIRAM: No use carrying on like that. You see, I - I have passkeys to all the 
doors. (FADES, FOR SEVERAL SECONDS' SILENCE)

SOUND: (CRICKETS CHIRP, FOOTSTEPS TRUDGE, FOG HORN BLOWS IN THE DISTANCE ... 
FADE IN, IN BG)

HIRAM: (FADES IN) And beyond, where those four birches are standing is where 
my sister-in-law Saphronia was laid away twenty-five years ago. It was the 
biggest funeral in the neighborhood. Folks crowded outside the gate by the 
dozens trying to get a look but we wouldn't let them. Buried her ourselves, 
without a service, out here by herself on the grounds. Ephraim is buried in 
town but not Saphronia! I had a feeling I'd have to keep an eye on her even 
then.

SAPHRONIA: Keep an eye on her?

HIRAM: I knew she was one of those restless sleepers who wouldn't stay quiet 
in her own grave. I knew before the year was out she'd find some way to start 
roaming around, hunting for mischief again. She was a young she-devil to the 
core, Saphronia. They could hang her till doomsday -- wouldn't do any good.

SAPHRONIA: You mean - you mean, you - you think she - haunts this hotel?

HIRAM: No, no. Not this hotel. She never had any use for it -- alive or dead. 
No. She makes for the warmer climates. She was always a cold-blooded little 
fish, freezing and shivering all the time. It's places like California and 
Texas -- and Florida -- she makes for.

SAPHRONIA: Florida?

HIRAM: Yes. That's one of her favorite haunts. Particularly around St. Pete. 
She likes the flowers and the sun and the romance.

SAPHRONIA: Hiram, I feel cold. Do you mind if I go inside now?

HIRAM: Just a minute, just a minute. I - I haven't explained everything. You 
think I'm crazy, I guess. Crazy. But I'm a lot smarter than some people give 
me credit for. Because, you see, I HAVE found her now - three times.

SOUND: (FOG HORN, FOR PUNCTUATION)

SAPHRONIA: (GASPS)

HIRAM: Do you see that grove of birches over there? Under every one of them's 
a grave. I've found her wandering the Earth in disguise - three times. And 
I've killed her three times.

SAPHRONIA: (WHIMPERS NERVOUSLY)

HIRAM: And it still doesn't do any good. She's still restless.

SAPHRONIA: You - you mean, you've - you've killed - three different women?

HIRAM: So, now, I keep another open grave to remind her. It's waiting now. 
Would you like to see it -- Saphronia?

SAPHRONIA: No, Hiram. No, no, please! I--!

HIRAM: Are you afraid to see it, Saphronia?

SAPHRONIA: No, I-- Hiram, you don't mean to say that you think - just because 
my name happens to be Saphronia and that - that I look a little like--?

HIRAM: Think what, Saphronia?

SAPHRONIA: Nothing.

SOUND: (FOG HORN, CRICKETS, FADES)

SAPHRONIA: (NEAR WHISPER) February 14th. My mind is made up. I've made a 
terrible mistake and I must get away from this place. I must get away from 
Hiram as quickly as I can. (COUGHS) It should be easy. There's no fog today. 
If I can only escape from the hotel, I can run and hide in the pine woods. No. 
No, I shall wait for dusk - when he generally sits down in the parlor and - 
plays the harmonium. 

(MUSIC ... HARMONIUM PLAYS ... IN BG)

SAPHRONIA: (COUGHS) I can hide - a little earlier - in one of the deserted 
rooms - and - and then - when his back is toward the lobby, slip out the front 
door! (AFTER A PAUSE, COUGHS HARSHLY, THEN OUT)

(MUSIC ... SIMULTANEOUSLY OUT)

HIRAM: (AFTER A PAUSE, FROM OFF) Saphronia?! Saphronia! 

SOUND: (SAPHRONIA TRIES THE FRONT DOOR BUT IT'S LOCKED)

HIRAM: (SAVAGE) Saphronia! 

SOUND: (HIRAM'S HURRIED FOOTSTEPS)

SAPHRONIA: (COUGHS WEAKLY)

HIRAM: (CLOSER, RELIEVED, PLEASANT) Oh! There you are. What's the matter? 
Anything wrong?

SAPHRONIA: (COUGHS WEAKLY) No, Hiram. (CONTINUES TO COUGH UNDER THE FOLLOWING)

HIRAM: You - didn't want anything outside, did you? Because if you do, you'll 
have to ask me to get it for you. You see, I always keep the front door 
locked.

SAPHRONIA: (WHISPER) Yes, Hiram. 

HIRAM: Yes, the back door, too. And all of the doors leading out into the 
porches and the fire escapes, and a good many of the windows. It makes one 
feel safe from thieves - and peeping toms. (OFF HER COUGHING, SYMPATHETIC) Oh. 
You've got a cold. That's too bad.

SAPHRONIA: Yes, I must have caught it last night. Outdoors. The damp.

HIRAM: You ought to be in bed. A good bed. The only good bed in the house is 
in my sister-in-law Saphronia's old room.

SAPHRONIA: No, no, Hiram! I - I'm all right. It's - it's just a little head 
cold.

HIRAM: Oh, little head colds often develop into pneumonia. Why, it's too bad I 
didn't think of that before. You might have slept in it from the beginning. 
Here, up these stairs. Why, what's the matter? Are you so weak?

SAPHRONIA: No. No, I'm all right.

SOUND: (DOOR UNLOCKS)

HIRAM: This room - is the cleanest in the hotel, too. I've always had a sort 
of suspicion about it.

SOUND: (DOOR SWINGS CREAKILY OPEN)

HIRAM: You see? I've kept everything as it was.

SAPHRONIA: (LOUD CRY OF SURPRISE -- HER COUGHING CEASES)

HIRAM: What's the matter?

SAPHRONIA: Nothing. Nothing. It's just that--

HIRAM: It seems kind of - familiar?

SAPHRONIA: No, no, no. I-it's just that seeing it so clean -- seeing it as 
though someone were living here, as - as though they'd - they'd only just 
stepped out for a moment.

HIRAM: It's as she left it that afternoon when she walked down to murder my 
brother. You see her needlework on the table with the needle sticking in it? 
And her hymn book still open? She was very fond of singing hymns, Saphronia 
was. Had a nice voice, too. I used to accompany her.

SAPHRONIA: (WHIMPERS)

HIRAM: I'll turn down the bed for you. Then you can get undressed while I go 
and make you some hot tea.

SAPHRONIA: No. I don't want any.

SOUND: (ANOTHER DOOR OPENS)

HIRAM: Here's the closet. You can put on one of Saphronia's dressing gowns. 
(FADES)

SOUND: (TICKING CLOCK)

SAPHRONIA: Diary, I'm beside myself. I shall go mad. I shall go mad! Two hours 
have passed since he locked the door upon me. Night's fallen and I'm alone. 
Alone in this horrible room with its hideous little mementoes of death. I'm 
sitting here at her little wicker table, trying to be calm, trying to write 
this. Somehow, when one writes about a thing, it - it doesn't appear so real. 
My hand has just brushed against her needlework, her hymn book -- where they 
still lie, waiting. I can't bear having them near me no longer. (TO HERSELF) I 
must get them out of my sight. Anywhere. In that closet - or bureau drawer.

SOUND: (KNOCK AT THE DOOR)

HIRAM: (MUFFLED VOICE BEHIND DOOR) Ready for your tea?

SAPHRONIA: No--! Uh, yes, Hiram.

SOUND: (DOOR UNLOCKS, SWINGS CREAKILY OPENS)

HIRAM: Why aren't you in bed? You'll take worse cold, you know.

SAPHRONIA: I'll get in bed in a minute. First, I--

HIRAM: Oh! Brushing up on your needlework again?

SAPHRONIA: My needlework?

HIRAM: You've got it in your hands.

SAPHRONIA: Have I? Oh. Oh, yes. Yes, so I have. (QUICKLY, DESPERATE) But I - I 
wasn't working on it, Hiram! I swear I wasn't! I - I - I've never done a 
stitch of needlework in my whole life! I don't know one embroidery stitch from 
another! Let me show you. Look, I don't even know how to hold the needle!

HIRAM: Get into bed, Saphronia. You're feverish.

SAPHRONIA: (BREATHLESS, INCREASINGLY TEARFUL) Before we go on, Hiram, before 
you go on thinking I-- We've got to have an understanding. You've got to let 
me explain. I - I - I was born in 1892 in Kalamazoo, Michigan. My name IS 
Saphronia, that's true, but they named lots of people Saphronia. I - I was 
named for my grandmother. She had just died-- No, no, no. You've GOT to listen 
to me! I've lived in Kalamazoo all my life. If you'd only just write a letter 
or send a wire! I've never heard of Green Harbor in my whole life. I - I never 
went anywhere. For almost ten years, I stayed home, day in and day out -- 
nursing Papa -- he had - he had a stroke. I wasn't out of the house. (ALMOST 
INCOHERENT) It was a red brick house with green shutters! (WEEPS) (FADES, FOR 
A FEW SECONDS)

SOUND: (TICKING CLOCK)

(MUSIC ... HARMONIUM PLAYS THE HYMN)

SAPHRONIA: (IN DESPAIR) February 15th. Now I live only from moment to moment, 
listening to each creak upon the stairs. (COUGHS) I've been in bed all day. 
It's night now.

SOUND: (FOG HORN BLOWS)

SAPHRONIA: The fog horn has begun to blow again. 

(MUSIC ... FILLS A PAUSE)

SAPHRONIA: (AGITATED) February 19th. I - I woke up early this morning after a 
wretched night and the date was burning in letters of fire in my brain. If 
he's planning to kill me, it'll be today. But the hours have been crawling on. 
It's almost midnight. Oh, why, if he's going to kill me, doesn't he do it at 
once?! Why does he torture me like this? I'd rather be dead than sit here in 
this room one moment longer. I can't bear it! If he doesn't come in five 
minutes, I shall force him to come, I shall beat on the door. (COLLECTS 
HERSELF) No. No. Rather, let me sit quiet, praying that he doesn't come. Oh, I 
want to live. I want to live.

(MUSIC ... HARMONIUM FILLS A PAUSE ... THEN STOPS)

SOUND: (CLOCK CONTINUES TICKING IN BG)

HIRAM: (DISTANT) Saphronia?!

SAPHRONIA: (WHISPERS TO HERSELF) She's come.

HIRAM: (DISTANT) Saphronia?! Come downstairs! I want you to sing me a hymn!

SAPHRONIA: (WHISPERS TO HERSELF) Sing? Sing? He - he never asked me to sing 
for him before. (REALIZES) But SHE sang. (CALLS OUT) I - I can't sing, dear! I 
- I told you that long ago!

HIRAM: (DISTANT, JOVIAL) Did you?! Well, I'd forgotten!

SAPHRONIA: (CALLS OUT) And besides - how can I come downstairs when my door's 
locked?!

HIRAM: (DISTANT) It's unlocked! Try it!

SAPHRONIA: (WHISPERS, STUNNED) Unlocked? Oh, no. How could it?

SOUND: (DOOR CREAKS OPEN EASILY)

SAPHRONIA: (HORRIFIED, TO HERSELF) Ohhhh! Oh, it is! It is and I never knew it 
- I never knew it.

HIRAM: (DISTANT) Coming?!

SAPHRONIA: (UPSET, TO HERSELF) He unlocked it - sometime when I was just 
sitting. Oh, why didn't I try a few more times? Why did I just sit there 
assuming--? No. No, he's got me anyway -- he'd've known. But I might have-- 
Ohhh, now it's too late. He's going to kill me!

HIRAM: (DISTANT, IMPATIENT) Saphronia!

SAPHRONIA: (CALLS OUT) Yes, Hiram! I'm coming!

SOUND: (DOOR CREAKS WIDER, SLOW FOOTSTEPS DOWN STAIRS, TICKING CLOCK CONTINUES 
IN BG)

SAPHRONIA: Hiram? Where are you?

HIRAM: (OFF) In here! In the parlor!

SAPHRONIA: What are you doing there, Hiram?

HIRAM: (OFF) Waiting to hear you sing!

SAPHRONIA: You're at the harmonium?

HIRAM: (OFF) Yes!

SAPHRONIA: All right. I'll sing. I haven't sung in years but - I might as 
well. (A SUDDEN INSPIRATION) I'll sing for you out here in the hall. My voice 
will carry better.

HIRAM: (OFF, POINTEDLY) It always DID carry better in the hall, didn't it, 
Saphronia? So you remember THAT, too? Of course you KNOW both the front and 
back doors are locked.

SAPHRONIA: Play a few bars, Hiram dear, to warm me up.

HIRAM: (OFF) Shall I sing, too, Saphronia? Would you like me to sing along 
with you?

SAPHRONIA: If it pleases you, Hiram.

(MUSIC ... HARMONIUM PLAYS THE HYMN, SLOW AND STATELY)

HIRAM: (SINGS) 
Work for the night is coming
Work in the morning sun

SAPHRONIA: (SINGS) 
Work for the night is coming
When man's work is done

HIRAM AND SAPHRONIA: (SING) 
Work while the daylight darkens
Work in the summer sun
Work for the night is coming--

SOUND: (HIRAM'S HEAD BLUDGEONED BY FIRE AXE)

(MUSIC ... HARMONIUM STOPS)

HIRAM: (SCREAMS)

SOUND: (DISCORDANT NOTES FROM THE HARMONIUM AS HIRAM'S BODY FALLS ACROSS THE 
KEYBOARD AND HITS THE FLOOR ... SILENCE)

SAPHRONIA: (SINGS WEAKLY) When - man's work - is done ...

(MUSIC ... GRAND, FULLY ORCHESTRATED VERSION OF THE HYMN ... THEN OUT) 

SAPHRONIA: There's only one more page. Shall - shall I read it to you?

NURSE: Yes. Yes, go ahead.

SAPHRONIA: March 22nd. I've been sick, I think, for a very long time. The 
pages of my diary are blank but I shall take you out again, poor diary, today, 
and start you over again. 

No. No, I shall never look back at the other pages. I shall only write on and 
on about this beautiful place - so that no one reading this diary will ever 
know -- (DROPS TO A WHISPER) that I did it. (CHUCKLES HAPPILY)

(MUSIC ... SAD ACCENT ... UNDER)

SAPHRONIA: But I DID do it, diary. I was smarter than he. When I opened that 
door at the head of the stairs and heard the music, when I saw the fire axe 
still hanging on the wall - (LAUGHS MERRILY) - I was so cautious. So terribly 
cautious. I tiptoed like a little mouse even as I sang the hymn into that room 
where he was playing. But I was clever, so much cleverer than he. I kept on 
singing. And now, I'm free! Free as a bird! I'm free and he shall never catch 
me now. Not this time - or ever again. Because - because he's dead. 

Isn't he, nurse? 

Nurse? Isn't my dear brother-in-law, Hiram, really dead?

(MUSIC ... A BRIEF ACCENT, THEN OUT)

NURSE: Yes, miss. He's dead. And now I'll thank you to hand me that diary. The 
doctor doesn't approve of the patients writing anything.

(MUSIC ... FOR A GRAND FINISH ... OUT)

THE MAN IN BLACK: And so closes "The Diary of Saphronia Winters" starring 
Agnes Moorehead and Ray Collins, tonight's tale of ... 

(MUSIC ... AN ACCENT ... THEN, BERNARD HERRMANN'S SUSPENSE THEME ... IN BG)

THE MAN IN BLACK: Suspense! 

This is your narrator, The Man in Black, who conveys to you Columbia's 
invitation to spend this half hour in suspense with us again next Tuesday when 
Richard Dix, Gale Page and Montagu Love star in "Death Flies Blind." The 
producer of these broadcasts is William Spier who, with Ted Bliss the 
director, Lud Gluskin the musical director, Lucien Moraweck the composer and 
Lucille Fletcher the author, collaborated on tonight's ... "Suspense."

(MUSIC: ... THEME ... CONTINUES)

ANNOUNCER: This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.

(MUSIC: ... OUT)