Adam Hatch, prevent.
The strange Dr. Weird.
Good evening.
Come in, won't you?
Why, what's the matter?
Your hand is shaking.
Surely you're not afraid of me?
What?
I'm afraid of you.
I'm afraid of you.
I'm afraid of you.
I'm afraid of you.
I'm afraid of you.
I'm afraid of you.
I'm afraid of you.
Perhaps the cemetery outside my house
is a good place to be.
Speaking of cemeteries,
reminds me of a story I want to tell you.
A strange murder
and a strange burial.
The strangest ever known.
I call the story
Murder 1 Million D.C.
In a spirit of abruptness,
we of Adam Hatch join our fellow Americans
and the lives everywhere
in a tribute of humble gratitude
to the brave men and women
in our armed forces.
Let us pray that they who have brought us
so far along the road to freedom
have not sacrificed in vain.
And finally,
let us hope that the end is near,
that Japan will soon be defeated,
and that our men and women overseas
will return to a safe home
in a peaceful world.
And now for the story on tonight's Adam Hatch program
as told by Dr. Weirich.
My story Murder 1 Million D.C.
begins in a house on the outskirts
of a small city in New Mexico.
The home of Professor Timothy Jordan,
a renowned scientist.
Inside his laboratory,
engaged upon a mysterious experiment
that was not known to the world.
The story begins in a house
on the outskirts of a small city in New Mexico.
The home of Professor Timothy Jordan,
a renowned scientist.
Inside his laboratory,
engaged upon a mysterious experiment
in the living room, his wife Florence
and his financial advisor Harry Smith
confer with each other apprehensively.
But, Flo, will you say you don't know
why Timothy asked me to be here at 11 this morning?
No, no, I have no idea.
I'm sure he doesn't suspect anything about her.
I'm sure he doesn't suspect anything about her.
It must be about his money.
Money? What do you mean?
Well, you know, I've been handling all his business affairs
for the last two years.
Well, a lot of money's been coming in
from those new X-ray machines he invented.
So much that I didn't think he'd miss
a little of it.
You mean you've been taking it?
Well, just borrowing some of it for some investment.
That might be rich.
Harry!
He'll find out I'm tough.
He'll send me to jail. He will, too.
What are you going to do?
I don't know, but
if we were only out of the way,
I could be doing it together all the way.
You can't, you can't.
Oh, Harry! Is that you?
Yes, Dan, I'm Harry Dufcamiere.
Oh, good, good, excellent.
Harry Flo,
I'm about to show you the most amazing
thing science has ever achieved.
What do you mean, Tim?
I'm going to show you why I've had to ask you
for all that money lately,
and why I'll need another hundred thousand immediately.
Another?
Come along, both of you, in here, in my laboratory.
Tim, what's this all about?
Tim, darling, is ruined.
All his machinery.
What have you been doing in here?
Suppose I told you
that I've been building a time machine.
A time machine?
Yes, yes. Look, both of you,
you see this big archway of one way,
a doorway that leads back into the unknown past,
as far as the year
one million B.C.
Tim, you're not serious.
I'm perfectly serious.
All I have to do is to close this switch
and now watch.
The archway,
it seems to be getting on me.
Yes, that's a sign the current
flowing through the clean coil
is only a hole in the past,
a hole we can step through
as if it were a doorway.
Now come, follow me,
and in ten seconds
you'll find yourself on this earth
as the time machine
that was built a million years ago.
A million years ago.
A million years ago.
A million years ago.
A million years ago.
Startled, Harry and Florence
thought Professor Jordan
stepped into the amazing machine he had built
and vanished.
Then, fearfully, they followed him
and abruptly found themselves
standing at his side
on hot, dry, desert sand.
A brief sun burned in the sky overhead
and strange birds flew
through the air above them.
Half a mile away to their left
lay a vast body of water
in which monstrous,
nightmarish creatures
were flashing.
Harry and Florence scared about them
as if they could not believe their eyes.
Ah, Tim!
Tim, is this real?
This is New Mexico
as it was a million years ago.
Tim, I don't know what to say.
I just can't believe it.
The past!
We've come a million years into the past.
And just by stepping back the way we came,
we'll be in the present again, in my laboratory,
in the year 1940 A.D.
Think what that means.
Think of being able to watch the burning of Rome,
see Columbus, discover America,
view this timing of the Declaration of Independence.
What will all be possible
as soon as I can get more radium.
More radium?
Yes, radium provides the power
my time machine needs.
That's why I have to have $100,000 at once, Harry.
Yes, I see.
Excuse me, Tim, but...
Stone.
Stone?
Oh, that's just sandstone
covered with clay.
Well, Harry, how about the money?
There isn't any money.
No money?
What do you mean?
That's what I'd say.
You've stolen it, embezzled it.
You've sent me to jail
if it's the last thing I do.
Oh, no, you haven't.
Harry, no!
His head,
it's all crushed in.
We've got to kill him.
We've got to go to jail.
What are we going to do?
I'll tell you what we're going to do.
We're going to bury him right here.
But his body, it may be found.
Listen, don't you understand?
It's the world a million years in the past.
Step back through the time machine in the laboratory.
When we get there, he'll have been dead
for a million years, don't you see?
He'll have been dead and buried for a million years
and there won't be any body left to be found.
There won't be any evidence at all.
After Harry had struck down
Professor Jordan, he and Flo
hastily dug a deep grave in the sand
with their hands.
They put the body and the blood-stained rock
into this grave and covered both with sand.
Then hastily they stepped back
through the time machine into the laboratory
and partly dismantled the machine
so no one else could stumble on the pieces.
Then, after waiting,
they announced Professor Jordan's disappearance.
Everything went just as Harry planned.
It was true that the
impeccable roar of the local police department
seemed a little suspicious
of Professor Jordan's disappearance.
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Hello, I've been thinking about that time machine of Timothy's.
What about it, Harry?
That machine can make me the richest man on earth.
For example, suppose I took it to New York
and used it to go back 100 years.
Then suppose I bought up all the land, were time square.
Harry.
What is it?
It's a clip from Grace Miller sent me.
I just opened a letter and look at it.
Let me see.
Bones of an ancient man found near residence of late Professor
Jordan.
While excavating for Highway 37, workmen today
found fragments of a skeleton of an ancient man buried
in a formation of sand and rocks.
Robert Thompson, a pathologist, states theological formation
indicates the bones between 500,000 and a million years old
have been preserved under extreme dryness
of the soil, creating scientists who suspect that a rock found
beside the crushed in skull of the skeleton
was apparently the weapon with which the prehistoric man was
killed.
Timothy's bones.
What do you want?
You killed him with?
Harry, you said there wouldn't be any evidence
left after a million years.
We have nothing to worry about.
Even if they did find a few old bones.
Just the same, Harry.
Let's not go back home.
Let's get off the train.
Turn around.
Go someplace far away.
That's absurd.
In the first place, we look suspicious
if we get to go back.
In the second place, we've got to go back
to get that time machine.
Because it's going to make me the richest man in the world.
Harry, you're going to be treated in charming foreign cibiers.
And next morning, they arrived home.
They were having breakfast when an unannounced call
up from Inspector Leroy walked in.
Good morning, folks.
Welcome home.
What's the idea of barging in like this, Inspector?
Mrs. Smith, do you recognize this locket which was found
and turned into the police department?
Locket?
Well, that's my gold locket.
It's been living for months.
It's a war handprint.
It's a million years old.
Yes, it does, doesn't it?
Oh.
And we found an inscription inside, as good as new,
indicating your former husband gave it to you
for a birthday present.
All right.
So it's Florence's locket.
So hot.
As a matter of fact, I want to talk to you about that skeleton
which was found out back of the house last week.
You know about it, I suppose.
Yes, we know about it.
So hot.
It was a very interesting skeleton, Mr. Smith.
A million years old, the scientists say.
But this locket was found lying underneath it.
Oh, no.
It's hot?
Impossible.
Another thing about that skeleton,
which is puzzling the scientists,
it has gold fillings in its teeth.
Gold fillings, Professor Jordan's dentist
identified the fillings he put into the professor's teeth
himself.
Oh, have they?
You're crazy.
No, it's the scientists who are going crazy
trying to figure out the answers.
What?
I'm no scientist, so I didn't have any trouble.
My answer is that that body is Professor Jordan's
and you two killed him and buried him there.
And Mr. Smith, that's when you lost that locket.
No.
No, it isn't true.
It isn't true.
I said you're crazy and I mean it.
Not crazy enough to believe dentists
were putting gold fillings in people's teeth
a million years ago.
Those are Professor Jordan's bones, Smith,
and I can prove that you murdered him.
You can't.
I didn't.
Yes.
You see that rock that killed him?
Just hit the wound in the skull and you know what?
The killer left his fingerprints on that rock.
Fingerprints?
It's not possible, but it is.
The scientists say that a million years ago,
that rock was covered with clays
and that the murderer left four nice, clear fingerprints
in the clays.
Since then, the clay has hardened
to become part of the rock itself
and those four fingerprints there in that solid rock
match specimens of your prints that I got from your office.
How's that for evidence?
Fingerprints embedded for all eternity in the solid rock
with which a murderer struck down his victim.
The jury found Harry and Florence guilty.
Who loved even leaving the box?
The evidence was so conclusive.
Of course, nobody believed that Professor Jordan's bones
actually had been buried.
But the jury found Harry and Florence guilty.
The jury found Harry and Florence guilty.
The jury found Harry and Florence guilty.
The jury found Harry and Florence guilty.
The jury found Harry and Florence guilty.
The evidence of the murder of Professor Jordan's bones
actually had been buried for a million years
before they were found.
But then nobody could explain how Harry's fingerprints
came to be embedded in a solid chunk of rock.
Perhaps Harry could have,
but he didn't dare to,
before fear of making matters worse.
I remember another scientist too.
Oh, you'll have to go now.
And perhaps you'll drop in again soon.
the house on the other side of the cemetery of Dr. Weird.
Dr. Weird returns shortly to tell you about next week's story.
Meanwhile, here's a thought for all of us.
While the war in Europe is over, the war in the Pacific is far from won.
Our land troops still have many hundreds of miles of tough island hopping to go, and may
even have to fight Japan's armies in China.
That means we must continue to keep up the flow of ships, guns, munitions, and food to
our far-flung Pacific outpost.
And that means we must continue to buy barns.
The mighty seventh war loan drive is now on.
Let's support it to the utmost.
Buy till it hurts, and then some.
Now let us hear again from Dr. Weird.
I hope you'll plan to drop in on me again next week.
I want to tell you a story I call Picture of a Killer.
It's an unusual tale about a killer who had never had his picture taken.
And when a photographer finally did snap his picture, it would...
But the rest of the story will have to wait until your next week.
Good night.
Yup.