The Prepper Broadcasting Network - The Shadow 020 - Death From the Deep

Episode Date: April 4, 2026

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Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The shadow knows. The shadow, Lamont Cranth of a man of wealth, a student of science, and a master of other people's minds, devotes his life to writing wrongs, protecting the innocent, and punishing the guilty. Using advanced methods that may ultimately become available to all law enforcement agencies, Cranston is known to the underworld as the shadow, never seen, only heard, as haunting to superstitious minds as a ghost,

as inevitable, as a guilty conscience. The shadow's true identity is known only to his constant friend and aide Margo Lane. Today's story, Death from the Deep. With the water, Captain. Calm is a milpon. I tell you, I don't like it. Now, now, Mr. McLennan, that's not good talk for a first mate. You sound like a superstitious deck swabber.

And the elements feel kindly taught us let them be. I know, Captain, but five days with the sea as spools as a skating rink, it's a bad omen. Well, Mr. McLennan, perhaps we'll have a good squaw tomorrow to restore your peace of mind. For myself, I'll take anything. What's that? It sounded like the engine room. That was more than a boiler, Mr. President.

Hello. Hello, down there. I don't answer. Hello, Captain. Captain, we've been... Hello, down there, we've been what? Captain Jones, look, look there. Look, that white path on the water coming towards us.

It's a torpedo. They're not at war. Hold fast, Captain. It's going to hit amid ships. Yes, Captain. We're all life force clear. Orbit this one, sir. And lower away.

All lively, men. Where does this get in time, sir? Hey, what that noise is out of the water? Dead ahead, sir. It's a submarine. Surmarine? So that's what did it. And that, Blackheads?

A man's coming out of the submarine, sir. He's got a machine gun. He's quite a terrorist. Step! Step for the love of heaven! Acme steam ship agency. I wish to cancel my reservation on the Princess Marie. But madam, didn't you...

I'm not failing, I tell you. Why, it'd be suicide. But Mr. Williams, you can ship your goods with us. Our boats are safe. No boat is safe. But you'd be insured. Yes, at four times the usual rate. Oh, no.

You can cancel my shipment. Gentlemen of the Maritime Commission, we are confronted with a vital problem. In the past three months, there have been exactly 18 ships mysteriously sunk on the high sea. Ships belonging to the United States, Great Britain, Germany, Italy, Japan, in fact, every major power. This series of

unexplainable marine disasters has created a panic throughout the nautical world. Passenger reservations are being cancelled. Freight shipments are being withdrawn. Cruise are deserting the ships. Gentlemen, something has got to be done. Waiter. Some more coffee, Margot? Yes, please, Vermont. Two more coffee, waiter.

Now, what were you saying, Lamont? Just this. Three months ago, Margot, the first ship disappeared. A few days. later a second ship was sunk. This time, a bullet-ridden bodies of the crew were found dead afloat in their lifeboat. Horrible. Each succeeding disaster has been increasingly horrible.

And now all shipping is at a stand- The atrocities could not have been brought about by international jealousies because each of the ship sunk has been owned by a company in a different country. Well, who can be responsible. I'm not sure. But my deduction is, it's the work of a pirate. A pirate? A pirate in the 20th century?

Yes, Margot. And one more callous, more bloodth than any buccaneer whoever sailed a Spanish main. Then why isn't he tracked down? Because not a single person has ever survived these thinking. Therefore, the pirate has never been seen. He must be seen sometimes. Not if he has a submarine. Submarine.

Yes, Margot. But how could an individual be in possession of a submarine without his being known? If a man were rich and clever enough, he could have a submarine built and complete secrecy. There must be some way of finding him out. There is. Before such a craft to be constructed, it has to be designed. There are very few expert designers of submarines in the world. In the brain of one of them

This pirate craft must have been conceived But Lamont, a pirate submarine Sound fantastic Even more fantastic Margo is the motive of the pirates He sprayed on every kind of ship From the super liminer to the common tramp He can't be after booty

Because examination of the sunken hulls Is revealed that nothing has been touched Why, Lamont? Why? To find an answer to that question Is a task for the shadow But how would you proceed? I've already made a few secret inquiries

At the Navy Department in Washington They told me of one chap who might be with investigating a Mr. Joseph Hart, a brilliant designer of naval crafts who was dishonorably discharged in his position. Where can he be fired? I have learned that he is living all alone in a small house on Oak Road. The shadow is going to pay a call on Mr. Joseph Hart tonight. Well, you pass me that bottle, please. Deadly.

There you are? Joseph, I'm sorry to see you indulging in liquor. It frequently loosens the tongue. sometimes make the men say things that he later regret. What do you mean? Just this. We share a secret, Joseph. The secret which would be most and wise for either of us to divulge.

I haven't said anything. I haven't talked. Not yet. My fear is what you might say. Your nerve is deserting you, Joseph. You must pull yourself together. How can I pull myself together one night after night? I'm tortured by the vision of a procession of helpless ship sinking.

Down, down to the murky depths. Halded by the faces of floating corpses. Tremended by... Shut up! I was a fool. I designed and built that submarine. A service for which you were well paid. Yes, with money soaked in blood.

I'm responsible for the havoc and the terror that you're insane. You don't say that, you idiot. I'm no madman, are you here? Why did you come here tonight, Benton? Because, Joseph, I've been wondering of late why I permit you to live.

You're becoming increasingly dangerous to my interest. No, no. Unless you can prove to me that our secret of safe and that you will aid me in the future. No, I don't ever do that. No?

And in that case, I feel that you ought to be my guest on the next cruise of the submarine. I'd never come back. Is that what you mean? Quite true. But before, shall I say, before you leave us in mid-ocean, you'll have an opportunity to see the splendid efficiency with which your creation, the submarine, operating. No.

I'd rather you kill me right now and have it over with it. And deprive you of witnessing the thrilling spectacle of my accurate marksmanship to see them leap from the boats and terror like rats? No, no. Joseph, you can't mis-seeing that. No, I'd do anything rather to be forced to see that. I thought you would. Maintain that attitude, Joseph. Or it may be necessary for me to request that you pack your yachting clothes.

A contentancy which we should both deeply regret. Good night. What am I going to do? What am I going to do? I'll tell you what you can do, Joseph Hart. Who's that? There's a... way to save you from the evil domination of Barry Vinton.

Who are you? I am the voice of one who has come to help you. I am the instrument of your righteous vengeance. I am the shadow. The shadow. With my assistance, you can compensate for some of the wrong that you have done. But how? Tell me the secret that you share with Vinton.

Oh, no, no. I can't. I'm afraid. You must have a heart of fear if you remain silent. The shadow already knows enough to him. Hang you, Joseph Part. You haven't got anything on me. I heard every word that passed between you and Benton in this room.

Tell me what I want to know and save yourself. Or perhaps as Benton so aptly put it, you'd prefer to pack your yachting clothes. Nothing can save me. What I've done is done. I can never escape my conscience. Then your conscience must tell you that it's your duty to all that you can do to stop Vinton's outrages.

Yes, yes, you're right. Now tell me the secret. Very well. Until a year ago, I knew Vinton only by his reputation as a millionaire's sportsman. He was famous as a deep-sea fisherman and a big game hunter. He came to me first seeking a design for a racing boat. I billed for him and we became friends.

And because of that friendship, you consented to build a submarine. Yes, but now for the purpose that he later used it, he told me that he wanted for a new thrill, oh, believe me. Go on. The submarine was built in Vinton's private ship. How to carry his point. Knowledge of its construction was carefully guarded from the world. It was until the day the boat was launched that he told me his true intention.

What were those intentions? Been his lunatic, coldly, murderously mad. He'd always been a killer, but he'd tired of shooting lines and Gaffin Marlon. Now his warped brain had turned to what he regarded as a new sport. Thinking of ships and the ruthless slaying of defenseless men. Now I understand Why did they keep the submarine? I don't know

Are you telling the truth, Joseph Hart? I've told you everything Why should I lie now? If I knew where that boat was I'd blow it to pieces Myself with it Myself with it Wait

Myself That's the idea That's how I could fool Barry Benson Why should I wait to die at his hand? No, no fool Barry Vint. Here, put down that gun. No more tortured sleepless night.

I see no more streaming headlines. Another boat sunk and another. It'll never take me on that boy. Be fool! Ladies and gentlemen, in a moment the shadow will be back on the air with surprises, suspense, and a thrilling, unexpected climate. But meanwhile, here's something mighty important to bear in mind when you drive a car. Just remember that rainy days

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before I could stop him, he shot himself in the head. Poor man. Perhaps it was better that way. Lamont. Now how will you find the submarine? Joseph Hart told me that was built at Vinton's shipyard

out at Cary's Point. That's the logical place to start my search. Is that where you're going now? Yes. Do be careful, Lamont. Remember, that man's a lunatic. You'll stop at nothing. The shadow isn't anything to fear from Vinton.

I hope you're right. This is as far as we can safely drive without being seen. This is a desolate spot. I don't like you. There's a light. Yes. The shipyard. It appears to be surrounded by a high wall.

It looks like a prison. Perhaps it is a prison. For those within its gates. Margot, before we go any further, I'll give you your instructions. Yes, you're not. I've already been in touch with the United States Coast Guard. You've been promised to even a full cooperation. Yes.

Once I found the submarine and no vinton's plans, I shall communicate with you by our private wireless. And then? Then you will relay my method directed to the Coast Guard headquarters in Washington. I understand. Good luck to the shadow.

Say, shadow, thanks you. Down easy now. Okay, Phil. Well, that's the last of the torpedoes, Charlie. Hey. The sub must be gone on a long cruise this time. Taking plenty of supplies and ammunition. Yeah.

Hey, what's that? Who's the wind blowing the door shut? What's the matter with you? Listen, Charlie. When are we going to get out of this, You know, we've been cooped up inside this shipyard for three months. It's given me the creeps. Now, take it easy.

You've got to be back in prison. It wasn't nothing scary about prison, and you knew when your time was up, you got out. Maybe we ain't never going to get out of here. Huh? What do you mean? I mean, this... Listen, guys, a bug. He ain't even let us read no newspaper since we come here.

Stuff about hunting whales with torpedoes, that sounds screwy, too. Listen, if he don't let us out of here soon, I... There he comes left. I roll the torpedoes aboard. Yes, sir. We just sent down the last load. Well, take care of these empty crates. Then you make sure of him.

Yes, sir. Mr. Vinton? Yes. Well, we was wondering... We? Yeah, me and Charlie here was just talking about the... Well, uh... How we've been in the ship got here a long time now.

And... And... What Phil is trying to say, Mr. Vinton, is... Well, could we have a couple of days off on the outside? I'm afraid that would be impossible. Oh, but Mr. Venton... Spent three months, I've got a wife and kids. You're being well paid, aren't you?

Oh, sure. You're giving us plenty of dough, all right, but... We ain't getting no chance to spend it. And you will remain here as long as your services are required. What if we don't want to stay here that long? What if we up and leave? Yeah. I wouldn't advise you to attempt that.

Do you remember what happened to your associate, Mr. Hadley, when he tried to, as you say, up and leave? He fell from the wall. You mean... You mean that it wasn't no accident? No. He was shot down. Oh. So, um, do you still want to quit?

I thought that. Good night, gentlemen. Looks like we're in here for a long, long time. Yeah, maybe you are. And I'm going to figure a way to get out of here, see? Perhaps I can be of some assistance to you. Who said that? I heard it, too.

I said, perhaps I can help you if you wish to get out of here. Who's that talking? Where are you? Don't bother to look for me. You can't see me. What is this? One of Vinton's gags or something? No, I am not speaking for Vinton.

I speak for myself. Who are you? Men call me the shadow. The shadow. How'd you get in here? The shadow is everywhere. What do you want? I wish to bargain with you.

Well, what kind of a bargain? By this time, you must be aware that you are both at the mercy of a madman. He's right, Charlie. You will never leave this place alive unless Ferry Vinton has brought to justice. What can we do about it? I will promise you your freedom if you will just answer my... question. Wait a minute. What do you think, Charlie? Well, we're taking a chance. This may be a trick.

It is no trick. You have the shadow's wood. Well, what do you want to know? Where is Vinton's submarine? Like below our feet in the secret underground berth. When does it sail again? Tonight, at midnight. What is its destination? Well, I heard Vitton say something to the mate about Cape Francis.

Good. Sailing at midnight, Cape Francis. The shadow wishes ill. Good hunting. Margo Lane, calling Margo Lane, proceed as instructed, communicate the following information to Coast Guard headquarters, pirate submarine sails at midnight for waters off Cape Francis,

and press on Coast Guard the importance of following directions implicitly if wished to bait the madman who is terrorizing the Atlantic. What is our position, Mr. Bruch? We have 100 miles due east of Cape Francis, sir. Are we in the regular issue? shipping lane? Yes, Mr. Ben.

Have we enough visibility for clear observation? The sun is just recent, sir. Good. I'll take over the periscope now. Very well, sir. A fine day for hunting, Mr. Brouch. Hello, what's this? Have you said it something, sir?

Take a look. See what you make of it. There is smoke. It looks like the steamers. I'm there. Signal the inch room. Full speed ahead. Yes, sir.

See a funnel. Full speed ahead. Ah, this is the life. There's nothing like it. the sighting of fresh quarry on this telescope. The excitement of the chase, the spine tingling thrill when the torpedo finds its lock. And then the climax, on dick,

shooting them down with a machine gun like scurrying rats. Mr. Brow, stand by the torpedo tube. We're coming up fast. Yes, sir. Stand by the torpedo tube. My eyes, sir. We'll cut across the bow and swing to stop it. That should give us a perfect chance.

Very good, sir. Be prepared to rise to the surface quickly. We make a direct hit with the torpedo. Very good, sir. Stand by the falts and elevator. My eyes, sir. We're almost within range. Cut the hot speed.

Half speed ahead. Dopatio tubes, number one and two are loaded, sir. Topito tubes, number one and two are loaded, sir. Look. Look, Brouch. It's a fine, big liner. Could be seized her. I guess it's the office.

The office. I remember now reading of her sailing. She has a full passenger list. Several ambassadors are aboard. Full passenger estate. That sounds most promising. Ha, ha. Number one, two, ready to fire.

Number one, two, ready to fire. Now I'll bring them a little more to the top of it. A little more. Number one. Fire. Number one. Fire. It's heading straight for a side.

No deflection. It shouldn't be a perfect... Closer. Closer. It's going to hit. Now! Hale to explode. There's a dud.

Number two, two. Ready to fire. Number two, two. Ready to fire. Number two, fire. Number two, fire. We won't face. this time.

Yes, you will, Mr. Vinton. You've just fired another duds. Who dared say that? I did. Who are you? Come out here where I can see you. You will never see me. I am the shadow.

Shadow, eh? I've heard of you. The torpedo hit, but it failed to explode again. Reload the torpedo tubes. That would be a waste of time, Vinton. I've seen to it that all of the torpedoes are duds. You'll regret this, Mrs. Shadow. This is the one time that you've matched wits with a mind cleverer than your own.

Blow out the ballast tanks for a quick rise to the surface. Yes. I'll show you. I'll sink that boat with my deck guns. Benson, you're a madman. Madman am I? Very well, I'll show you the full extent of my madness. Dick's a voice, sir. Open the conning tower hatch.

Get crew, stand by to man the gun. Aren't you coming up on deck, Shadow, to witness the kill? I am already on deck. Vinton. Devil plague you! How don't you get up here? Show yourself! That is unnecessary, but never fear. I'll stay near you. The guns are jammed, sir.

Jammed! Why, that's important. I neglected to tell you, Vinton, that I rendered your guns, useless. Oh, so you think that you've outwitted me, Shaddle. But you're wrong. Single the engine room full speed ahead. Aye, sir? Steered directly for that vessel's tied. What are you doing now, Vinton?

The prowl of this submarine is equipped with a ramming device. With it we can sink any vessel afloat without injury to us. You didn't foresee that, did you, Shadow? In a few moments we will rip open the hull of that liner and send it to the bottom as effectively as with any torpedoes. So you don't believe me. Oh, yes, I believe you. But that liner is completely deserted.

It was set adrift there by the Coast Guard. It is a veritable floating mine with enough explosive support to blow you to kingdom come. You're alive. You'll know soon enough you haven't far to go. Reverse engines. Reverse engines. We'll be stopping time.

We're getting closer. No. No, no, we're stopping. We're stopping. We're not going to hit. You see, Shadow I've outwitted you after all. No, Vinton. You've maneuvered your submarine alongside this ship just as I've planned.

All right, up there, here's your men. It's a trap. And this ends your reign of piracy and ruthless. Murder. Very smart, aren't you, Shadow. But not as smart as you think you are. Tell him! He's going inside the submarine!

It's closing the hurry. Yes. Yes. They all think they're so clever. But no one can outsmart baris into them. I'll go to the engine moves. I'll maneuver the dive. They'll never get me.

I muster below here. Now. Now check the valve. That's right. That's right. I'd love to hear what the shadow is paying up there now. He's probably saying it's no use trying to maneuver that dive, Barry Vinton. You, Hugh, how did you get here, Shadow?

Why? I merely followed you. Show yourself, show yourself, Shadow, and I'll shoot you down in your tracks. Here I am over here in this corner. Come ahead and shoot, Mr. Vinton. No, Shadow. Matter. Why don't you tell them who you are? You glory seeker

I seek no glory My reward is that ships and men can once more safely sail the sea The Shadow's work is done You have been listening to a dramatized version Of one of the many copyrighted stories Which appear in the Shadow magazine Their bitter food does not pay

All the characters and all the persons named are fictitious Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.