The Prepper Broadcasting Network - The Shadow 025 - Murders in Wax

Episode Date: April 17, 2026

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What evil looks. The shadow, Lamont Cranston, 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, Cranson is known to the underworld as the shadow, never seen, only heard, as haunting to superstitious minds as a ghost, as inevitable, as a ghost. as a guilty conscience. The shadow's true identity

is known only to his constant friend and aide Margo Lane. Today's story, murders in wax. Please and gentlemen, we invite you to step inside and view the illuminating and educational exhibits

that are the features of our wax wax wax. See blue beard actually slaying his eight wives. She custer's last stand. See the capture of George Keegan, public enemy, number one, and many of the threading, life-like tableau. The price of admission is only one dime, 10 cents. Our lecture is just starting, and if you hurry, hurry, hurry,

you'll be just in time to witness the complete show on the inside. Step right up now. How many for the feet? Two, please. All right, have any of you. Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll just step over here to the next platform, I shall describe to you the tales of the feature tableau of our exhibits. Say, they look like real people, don't they? Yeah, how do they make them?

What's wax? Gee. This tableau is a dramatic reenactment of the capture of George Keegan, the notorious gang chief of Prohibition Day. He was arrested in the manner shown right here. No doubt you all recognize the figures of the brave men who personally led the police squad who made the capture. On the left, the wax figure of our own mayor, Lewis.

Senator, our district attorney Armstrong. And right, Police Commissioner Weston. Were they really there when Keegan was caught? George Keegan's arrest put an end to the wave of crime and lawlessness that gripped our city for a decade. He is now imprisoned in the state penitentiary

for the rest of his natural life. She, the girl in the table will sure looks lifelike. Yeah. Ask him who she is. Okay. Hey, Cap, who's that girl? I just coming to that, brother. A little lady seated in the chair

was Keegan's gunma. Edna Kelly. She was with him in the hideout at the time of the raid. Hey, look at that. Look at the wax. figure fell off the chair. Oh, don't get excited, folks. It's only a wax figure.

I just set it up again, and... Holy cats. It's real. It's a body. A dead body. A dead body. A dead body of Edna Kelly. It's really Edna Kelly. Edna Kelly, I cheek it.

She's been murdered. Murdered! You roll beautifully, but if you don't pull a trifle harder on that right ore, we'll hit that rock. Sorry, there we are. A little rusty on navigation, Margaret. It's my first rowboat venture in the park this spring. I'm really enjoying it.

I need a little fresh air and sunshine after that experience of the wax work yesterday. It was pretty terrible. Don't you ever happen to go to that place, Margo? Well, I was showing the town to my cousin Jane from upstate. We passed the Waxworth Museum, and she insisted on going in. She'd never seen a chamber of horror. And she saw more horror than she bargained for us.

Yes, and so did I. I'll never forget it. Just what was that Wax Tablo like? It was set in a replica of a finished room in the house where Kagan was captured. Yes? The figures of Mayor Lewis? Mr. Caterney Armstrong and Police Commissioner Western were grouped about Keegan and Edna Kelly.

Didn't anyone notice the figure that Kelly go was actually she, until it fell from the chair? No. The wax figures were so lifelike. No one's perspective. I see. If I rode the island. Well, that'd be nice. Lamont, who do you think killed Edna Kelly?

Well, she was a gunman's girl. I always the obvious suspects. Her lover's enemies are even members of his gang who might be more comfortable with her out of the way, but come on, I don't think it was either of these. Why, Lamont? Don't it strike you that the substitution of the girl's body to the waxwork in such a spectacular fashion may have some deeper significance than a mere bizarre effect? What do you mean?

It must have been the girl's connection with the other people represented in that group. Have motivated the murder and bringing a body there. I don't quite understand. My deductions are correct that taking of Edna Kelly's life is only the first of a series of vengeful murders. But, no, ma'am, if that's true, isn't there anything you can do to forestall it? Perhaps I only knew a little more. If I only knew where the killer plans to strike next. Surely the shadow can find that out.

With your help, Margot, perhaps he can. A fine bunch of detectives I've got in this department. You call yourself a homicide squad? That's a laugh. But Commissioner Weston we've combed this city. Logan, have you checked on the story of the museum proprietor? Commissioner, you talk to him yourself. Have you verified his statements?

Yes, Chief. They're solid. The murderer entered the Wax Works Museum by a back door. It was found Jimmy. After he put up in the Kelly's box. body in the tableau, he took the wax image of her outside and buried under some trash in the alley. Did you go over the image for fingerprints, Codona? Yeah, but we couldn't find anything. Tell them about the face. Oh, yeah, Commissioner. A funny thing, the face of the wax dummy had been sliced with a knife across the left cheek.

Why didn't you tell me that before? You know what that means as well as I do? That's right. That's the mark of a squealer. Yeah, but it couldn't but any mob stuff. The probation report shows that Edna Kelly's been going straight ever since Keegan was sent away. Yes, I think it was a lunatic that done it. No sane guy had set a dead girl's body up for exhibition in that waxworks joint. No, it looks to me like one of them loved things. Some guy carrying a torch for Kelly. You're both wrong.

There was no lunatic that committed that murder. And Edna Kelly hasn't gone out with anyone since Keegan started his stretch. Then what, Chief? Edna Kelly was murdered for vengeance. By someone who wanted to settle a score with a lover, George Keegan. Keegan can't be reached in the big house, so they take it out on the girl. And what about the mark of the squealer on the face of the wax figure? That ties right in.

That was the murderer's way of telling Keegan what he thought of him. Kagan has saved his neck by squealing on a dozen guys. Say that's right. Of course it's right. Cordona, first thing in the morning, I want you in Hogan to conduct a general roundup

of every known enemy of George Keegan. That won't do any good, Commissioner. Hicks the Shadow. Where is he? Don't trouble to find him. Why are you here, Shadow? To aid you in capturing the murderer of Ender Kelly.

What do you know about the case? I know that you shouldn't be wasting your men's time rounding up possible suspects while the real assassin is left free to strike his next blow. Now, see here, Shadow. Don't tell me how to run my department. Hold on, Weston.

I have every reason to suspect that the placing of the Kelly Girl's body in the wax tableau was intended as a warning of other deaths to follow. Other deaths? You think there's going to be more killing? Be quiet, Hogan. Tell me what you mean, Shadow. I mean that the other people represented in that wax tableau are in danger of being killed, too.

And they're the mayor, the district attorney, and you yourself, Commissioner Weston. That sounds preposterous. Not at all. My advice is that you act quickly One of you may be at this moment In imminent peril Oh, come, come, Shadow

What possible motive could the murderer of the girl Have for wishing to kill us as well? I think that you're... Excuse me Hello? Mrs. Armstrong, the district attorney's wife wants to talk to you Put her on. Hello, hello.

Yes, Mrs. Armstrong. This is Commissioner Weston. Oh, Commissioner, I'm dreadfully worried about John. What's wrong? Well, shortly after dinner he went out. Said he might take a walk. Several hours passed, he didn't return. I must have fallen asleep.

And when I woke up a few minutes ago, he still hadn't come back. Oh, this isn't like John, Commissioner. What time is it now? It's after 2 a.m. Well, now, don't be alarmed, Mrs. Armstrong. He's probably detained somewhere on business. I'll try to locate him for you and call you back. Oh, thank you.

District attorneys disappeared. Say, well, Commissioner Weston. Do you think, Shadow that... Yes, Commissioner. I fear that the killer has struck again. Can't be. If I were you, I would go to the Waxworth Museum. At once, time to stop this murderer.

from completing his monstrous work. Sergeant, takes the men around to guard the back door. Yes, sir. Cudan, has anyone any keys to this place? No, sir. We'll have to force a lock. All right, go to it.

Okay. I'll help you. Where's the light switch? Never mind that. Use your flashlight. Okay. Hey. Hey, kind of scary in here, ain't it?

Yeah, it gives you the creeps. Hey, what's that? Where? That guy over there. It's got a knife. Don't shoot, you, fool? That's one of the wax dummies. Oh.

Now, where is it? is this Keegan table it's right over here on the left oh so that's it well i guess nothing's happened yet cheap doesn't look like anything's been disturbed that's the wax dummy of district attorney armstrong sitting down on a chair sitting down hey it seems to me his dummy was tanned up the last time he was here what give me a lift up on the platform quick yeah you think it may be this i don't know flash the light over here good heavens it's armstrong is it really this attorney arms wrong? Yes. Dead.

Murder. And he was brought here just like the shadow said. Yes. Just as I said, gentlemen. Who did this thing, Shadow? Do you know? Who did it? With your cooperation,

to bring about his downfall. How? I am positive now, but either you or Mayor Lewis is the next victim Mark to go. Guard yourselves well. I'll attend to that, all right.

You'll hear for me soon, Commissioner. And the shadow finds out who the killer is brought to justice. It's quite evident now, Margo, even to Commissioner Weston, that the killer's aimed to do away with everyone concerned in that tableau. Then, Lamont, you... You mean the mayor, the commissioner, and Keegan? They're the only ones left.

Exactly. Let me see, I should take a right turn here. Lamont, do you believe these murders are the work of a madness? Not at all. I think that whoever's behind all, this is quite sane, Margot, quite sane. What makes you say that? There's an important civic figures in that group. Their removal would be highly advantageous to a political rival.

But surely, a political rivalry wouldn't be sufficient motive for the horrible crimes. I wonder. And besides the girl, Edna Kelly, how would she fit into that picture? I thought we're driving up here to find out. There's a prison now. A cheerful-looking spot. I'll drive you up to the gate and let you out. I shan't go in with you.

Why not? The warden, Mr. Driscoll, has never been a particular admirer of mine, feeling which I reciprocate. Why, Lamont? Well, I had occasion to expose the graft-ridden conditions in this prison a few years ago. Naturally, that didn't make me too popular with Mr. Driscoard. Here we are. Remember what I told you?

I think so. I'm a reporter from the Daily Globe. I'm to ask for an interview with Edna Kelly's sweetheart, Keegan. And when I see him, I'll try to find out from him. Please tell me something, Mr. Keegan, the readers of the Daily Globe have sent us thousands of letters expressing their interest in your reaction to the tragic death of Miss Kelly. I ain't got nothing to say about it. Do you believe that the killing was executed by one of your enemies? I wouldn't know.

You loved Edna Kelly, didn't you? Hey, what are you giving out with? The lonely hearts column? No. No, you see... Lay off that love stuff. But Mr. Keegan, I was sent up here by my paper to get a human interest story from you.

And after all, well, you... You were fond of Miss Kelly. She was your girl. My girl, oh no. But I... I'll tell you what, what, Inna Kelly was. She was the same as any other dame. See, she was a double-crosser...

But I thought... Wait a minute, when... Wait a minute, I... I didn't mean that. Don't write nothing like I just said there. I get a little screwy sometimes when I think about what happened. Oh, of course. I understand.

So, um, just don't write nothing, will you? Well, no. No, but what about this theory that she was slain by one of your enemies, Mr. Keegan? I wouldn't know. I tell you, Lamarney fled up so suddenly when I asked him if he really loved her. I was scared to death. He called a double-crosser, eh? Yeah, but he...

He regretted it the next second. He asked me to be sure and not write anything about it. It's most interesting, Margot. Thank you for your excellent work. But has what I told you would help you unravel any? Great, then. Well, what happens now? I think that there are many more interesting facts to be learned there at prison.

Yes? This evening, the shadow shall pay a call on his old friend, Warden Driscoe. See you for a minute, Warden. What's the problem, are you? Well, it's about Kagan. Well, what about him? Well, I put him in solitary like you told me. Yes, yes.

That was this morning I done that. Hey, Carrie, what are you trying to tell me? Well, he ain't had no food for the last three meals. So? So I was wondering if something should be done to make him eat. He just lays quiet on his bunk. And I thought I told you that no one must go near Kegan's cell without my orders. Well, I thought if he wasn't even...

Harry, if you'd just perform your duties as guard around here and let the warden do the thinking, everything will be satisfactory. Yeah, sure, warden, sure. And leave Kegan alone. Yeah, yes, sir. I'm sorry. Good night, Warden. Close that door after you.

Yes, sir. Hello. Oh, did he get away all right? Good. Yeah? Ah. Well, get him back here before a day, like, no matter what happens. Yeah, okay.

Tell him, I hope he does a good job. Huh? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, goodbye. Huh? Who's that?

Are you outside? that door? Is that you talking? Carrie, is this your idea of something funny? This is not Carrie. Well, who are you? I am the shadow. The shadow? Yes, warden.

Well, why are you here? What do you want with me? I came in when Carrie left. Your phone conversation, Driscoll. It was very interesting. Really? Yes. I'm more than curious to know who you were talking about.

Now, listen, Shadow. What business of you? It wouldn't have been George Keegan. Oh, now see here. I have had enough of this. Wait, warden. I wouldn't advise you to leave until we've finished our conversation. Well, what are you after, shadow?

I am seeking the murderer of Edna Kelly and District Attorney Armstrong. Well, why look here? Because this is where he is to be found. Who do you mean? George Keegan. Keegan? Oh, that's preposterous. How got a man in prison for the rest of his life

suddenly commit two murders in a city 50 miles away? Very simple, warden. He'd just go there. Are you inferring that Keegan has a... Oh, no, nothing as crude as that. But if he were allowed to, shall we say, take a leave of absence for a night? Keegan has never left these buildings.

Where is he now? In his cell. Oh, no, he isn't. I investigated before I came here. Gee. Oh, yes. Yes, that's right. I, uh, I forgot.

He's in solitary confinement. You mean his cart is stuffed with pillows to make it appears if he were in solitary confinement? No, that's not true. I'll tell you where George Keegan is. He's on his way to the city right now. To add another link to his chain of cold-blooded murders. He's gone there with your full knowledge and consent. No, no.

It would be a great political advantage for you to have the District Attorney Armstrong, the Mayor Lewis and Commissioner Weston out of the way. Wouldn't it, Warden? Oh, you don't know what you're talking about. It's an easy thing to prey upon the susceptible jealousies of a man like Keegan until you've goaded him into carrying out your evil wishes. You can never prove what you. What you're saying?

I haven't time to right now, Warden. The lives of the mayor and the commissioner at stake, unless I'm able to stop Keegan. Time to follow up my instructions. Tell them as they must follow my instructions. Mr. Mayor, stay sitting at that desk and keep you back to me. I got a gun here. Don't turn around.

Just listen. I'm George Keegan. Remember me? You was one of the heroes that made the pinch when I was picked up. You must remember. Why, they even got a little statue with you and me down at the wax museum. Now do you know? You'd better know, Mr. Mayor,

because I'm sending you down personally to take that statue's place. Well, why don't you say something? Are you scared to talk? Where's all that fancy gab that you hand out at banquets and meetings? Come on, speak up. Come on, what's the matter with you? Speak up, will you? Oh, right, then you'll get yours just the same. Looks like I just brought about a special election.

No, Mr. Mayor, I'll just take this corpse of yours down to the museum, and then... Hey, what's this? This ain't nobody. The dummy of your plants. Come on out in the open. Who are you? Come on the open, who are you? What are you, Coppa? No.

What a chance. Close it on him, Commissioner Weston. Oh, him? Over your hands, Kagan. Let go of me. Let go over you. Take that gun away from him. Hey, Archie.

This is your waxworks, murderer, commissioner. Thank you, Shadow. You guys say you've got nothing on me. How did you get out of jail, Keges? I flew out the wood. With the help of Warden Driscoll.

Is this true? Did Driscoll aid you in these crimes? Discoll? Driscoll wasn't in. Who's that? Ah, I see. You've caught him. Good work, Commissioner.

Hello, Warden Driscoll. What brings you here? This man, Kegan, escaped from my prison tonight. And I learned that his purpose and leaving Was to make good a threat he'd made on the life of our mayor Hey, what is this baloney you're throwing out, warden? Yeah, quiet, you

I've just learned that this isn't the first time he's got out either A very good story, warden Only I think that George Kegan could tell us a different one Shadow, you here? Yes That's all I gotta say. Hey, Commissioner, what is this all about? Am I being placed under suspicion here in the testimony of a shadow?

Just a minute, warden. What are you holding back, Keegan? I can answer that for you, Commissioner Weston. Keegan is shielding the warden as the real instigator of the waxworks murder. That's all right. He wanted you all of the way, Commissioner, so he employed Keegan as his instrument of murder. Don't listen to him. Go on, Shadow.

But first, he had to give Keegan sufficient incentive to perform these crimes, so he went to work on his emotions, his jealousy. Oh. He told Keegan that his girl Edna Kelly had been double-crossing him right along. Keegan, this was a lie. Huh? What do you mean she was on a level? Absolutely, Keegan.

Why, Trisco, you turn. Look out. He's got another gun. Go! Go on, rolling pain. Just like Edna done before she died. That's right. That's what she done, too.

And I laughed at it. I laughed at it. Laugh that. Take him away. Laugh that. Driscoll is dead, Commissioner. Well, perhaps that's for the best. Oh, uh, Shadow.

Are you still there? Yes, Commissioner. I want to thank you heartily for this night's work. I seek no credit, Commissioner. However, I have a suggestion for you. What's that? If the Wax Museum decides to create a new tableau depicting this present event,

it might be wise for you to arrange to be excluded from it. It gives people ideas. The weed of crime bears bitter fruit. Crime does not pay. The shadow knows.