The Prepper Broadcasting Network - The Shadow 059 - Mansion of Madness

Episode Date: August 21, 2026

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The shadow, mysterious character who furthers the forces of law and order, is in reality Lamont Cranston, wealthy young man about town. The shadow uses his hypnotic power to cloud men's mind so that they cannot see him. Crafton's friend and companions, the lovely Margo Lane, is the only person who knows to whom the unseen voice of the shadow belongs. Today's story Mansion of Madness There

Is anybody home? You didn't expect it would be Did you, Le Manson? We didn't think we saw a light As we came up the road, Morrow And so, then What in the world is a middle of a castle Doing in this country, Lamont?

Oh, you know how castles get around. Now, you get the use of us, Mother. No one seems... Well, at last. Come on, Mother. Oh, well. How do you do you do? We are you will please come this way

Thank you. Come on, Mother. Mom, do you see that on the rope, don't you? Quiet, I... I hope your pardon our in suiting on you here. We saw down the road... You will please repeat it. Thank you.

As I started to say, we were tall down the road... I will strike the light. Thank you. Our car was... Now I will fall in my... I will follow the mock-out. Thank you. Margo, would you be interested in hearing how he was sold down?

You will please be seated. Nice, pleasant little man, wasn't it? Did he see his face? I saw half of it. It's all he has. One side is he platter the coin. No eye, no ear. I don't know.

Nothing. Look at this room. These only small small sandbow and away. Everything seems they must be. Oh, oh, Mom, let's get out of me, tell me. I don't like him. Careful, Uncle. Come on, come.

Please, Mom. Good evening. My man tells me you've had trouble with your car. Yes, he stuck in the mud up the road a bit. I know this is an awfully late hour. Oh, no, apologies, please. It is often that visitors come to Bellhouton, even by accident. Permit me to introduce myself.

I am Caldusis Muddyssal, uncle of Millicent's Cantilford, present Missis of Belhouten Castle. On her behalf and on my own, I welcome you. Thank you. Montereux, Miss Margo Lane. Garmes, Miss Lane. How do you do? Mr. Cranston, Mr. Montefel.

How do you do, sir? Delighted, Mr. Cranston. I asked him what way I can serve you. I'd like very much to use your telephone. I want to call a garage. Telephone? We have no such thing here. No telephone?

Nothing new has been put into the scatter since it was built in 1640, nearly 300 years ago. Three hundred years ago? That's correct. Valhaten was built by Sir Austin. the council that was early 16th century. Would you step over here a moment, see? Yes.

Yes. Come on, maybe. This is a portrait of the Austin. Hmm. Interesting, he was forced to flee his native land because of political differences. He built this castle and hoped that he could create in this new land, a replica of his ancestral seat. And did he find happiness?

Come here to this window. See that tower? It's a bit difficult to round about. by misters it is. I don't quite... Oh, yes, yes, yes, I think. Sir Austin was found hanging by a rope from its laughter. Suicide.

Oh, I'm harmed. There's a superstition that has something to Balhouten ever since. A superstition? About Sir Austin's death? There are those who claim that the tragedy that Balhouten recurred this way happened originally right down to the present day. What was that?

Want to pay no attention, Mr. Branson, don't be frightened as lame. The girl, what wrong with her? I don't know. Millicent. Go back to your apartment, child. The mistress of Belhouton. It's here, Uncle. It's not in my imagination this time.

It started in her dressing room. It moved across the East balcony and down the service area. You know there's not been a Captain Valhoutin since your mother passed on. Only that one, Uncle. That one. Now, Millicons. Have you ever seen a cat here? No.

But it was here, Mr. Whaling just with a city and I found poor mother. Oh, my dear, you're fighting our guests. Miss Lane, Mr. Transon, limit me to present Miss Millison's Centrelberg. Miss Mrs. My dear, we're including horribly. Welcome, Mr. President.

I hope you won't think me, old bit. Oh, not at all, Miss Millicent. Miss Miss Miss Miss. Miss Lane and Mr. Franson have had a business of an accident. They came here for hell. An accident. Oh, my dear, you're not hurt. There's nothing serious, Miss Millicent.

Our car is stuck in the mud. We were unable to go any further. Then by all means, you must be here to me. It's very kind of you, Miss Millicent, but I think we'll push on. of the nearest living. I'm afraid that's not feasible. The nearest house is 10 miles away, well beyond the moor. 10 miles? You couldn't have been, Mr. Dorn. I see only one way I. You must permit us to offer the hospitality of Delholt. Why? That's very kind of you, but I think...

You're most welcome. I'll have my man for a fair room for you. And it's very late, Millison. You must be off the bed. Yes, Mr. Pard. I'm not afraid now that I know there are others in the castle. Good night, Mr. Mr. Henski. Good night, Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss. Good night. Good night. Good night. I believe I owe you both an explanation. You see, the child had a frightful shock several years ago. Shocked, yes. Her mother was paralyzed during the latter years of her life. Being quite extensive, she lived here alone unattended.

Millicent was at school in Europe. For many months, Millicent received no answer to her letters. So she came back to Valhaden and found her mother's skeleton in this room. Seated in a wheelchair, her only companion beside her, a cat. Well, that explains us the cat. Oh, it explains many things, Mr. Granson. The voices she hears. The departed chancellors were two,

and her distorted imagination, return to Bellhouten. Oh, the poor, General. Oh, I'm sure this all must be very prying to you both. I'll hurry at Cebu along with your room. Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be back. Directly. Yes, definitely.

Thank you. Oh, well, Montel. It's not a pretty situation, is it? Definitely, no. What can we do? I'm not sure, Margo, but... I'd like to stay. In fact, I must stay.

Wow. Well, Margo, it seems that many invisible walk the hall to Belhousin. Tonight, there will be one other. The shadow. Hey, Jay. Don't be afraid, Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss. What do you want?

To help you. I don't recognize your voice. You say you're a son. What's the name? I have no name, really. I'm called... I don't understand. Are you one of the living?

No. Not one of the breathing mortal, just as a hypnotic power through which I can create a mental myth. Then you're not... You're not one of them. Them? It's interesting. You're not so... No.

Oh, Barton. There's nothing supernatural about these, men, Missed. These cancel put you speak of. They're dead. Oh, yes, if you come back. They come back to Delhaden with every change of the moon. With every change of the moon? Have you seen them?

I've seen them. Brasn. Just as if he was, the knight of Hindu servants, who the knight of this person killed? A Hindu servant, did you say? Why? Nothing. Tell me about old Broughton. Who was he? He was my grandson. The last mayor, he canceled for life. You say he was killed?

Yes, what happened on the main station? Old Brothan had just come from a hunt on the moor to be him a hound. Now, tell me exactly what it is you've seen. It's murder. Just this has happened 18 years ago. First I hear his hound, howling again in the moon. Then I hear his quickest from his chair. Climb slowly to the first landing, then he stuck short.

His hand goes to his throat. He makes a burglary hound and turns him up. Don't stay. Has anyone else seen it? No. And nobody believes me. I don't suppose you do. I believe you're sincere, Mr.

Mrs. Mrs. Everybody humors me like I was man. Siebel was rude enough to smile when I told him about the vulture. Vulture? Oh, of course. You don't know about this. This person in the tree is just outside that window. It comes when old varkens are.

Nothing I do will drive him away. It just sticks them. It's hollow eyes, daring to, missing horrible tongues. You're positive you see all this, Miss Millison. I mean, there could be no mistake. There you, you see you doubt me also. You say you want to get help me. How do you think you can?

I don't know. I'd hope there might be away, but, frankly, I'm bewildered. I just don't... Lamar, will you please explain to me why we've been called a court? I've told you, Marble. Mr. Montefal has asked us to testify to what he saw and heard that never fell out in Castle. But why we've been waiting here all this town?

Why can't we just go in and tell what we saw and get out of here? Because the court isn't in session. That's it better to recess. Recess? Oh, ridiculous. Schoolboy stuff. I'll bet you that if women were running these places, things would happen a lot faster than they do now.

Now, wait a minute. I seem to recall a few shopping with you, my dear. Oh, well, that's different. And the people that hang around here. Look at them. Pure criminal types, every one of them. Who, for instance? Well, that man who just came out of that room, for instance.

That man there? Yes. Darling, that's the judge. Oh. The court is reconvening at one time. You have heard the testimony of Margo Lane and Lamont Francis Two unimpeachable wishes We've been from into this courtroom to help send that poor girl to an institution

We couldn't help ourselves, Margo We had to tell what we saw and heard of Bell Hutton that night Oh poor, Millison She looked so alone It is quite obvious defendant Millicent Chantleford Is of unsound mind Evidence proves that beyond the question of doubt My client, Paul de Smantisol, has exercised extreme patience in caring for this unfortunate girl.

Now he feels that for her own goods, he should be placed in an institution where she can receive proper professional attention. That's not so. There's an infernal life. No, it's just as acceptable as anyone in this courtroom. Quiet, quiet. Quiet, young man. What is the meaning of this outburst? I'm sorry, Your Honor, but I just couldn't sit here and look at all these lies any longer. If the court, please. Hey, just a moment, Consular.

A man come up here. Yes. Now, what is your connection with the defendant and looking fancy for? What? She's the girl I love. It's the girl I hope to marry. Tell her uncle, Mr. Montesol,

shut her away from me. Your Honor, this boy is simply a defrontal, rejected suitor. I demand it. Rejected by whom? By Millison? All right, I'll show you how much a rejected suitor I am. Millicent, tell him, Your Honor. I do, Ayes.

I love you with all my house. There. So, you see, Judge? Your Honor, I objected at display. God, let me take Millicent or wife. Let me marry her and give her the protection and affection she deserves. Young man, I list the problem before the court could be. It pleases the court.

I would like to proceed with argument on a motion to put this girl in an institute. It pleases the court to resist ten minutes. That we can resume in a morse today. That is fair. Everyone will stand up as the judge of the car. Margo. I have an idea. And I think it can be executed by the shadow.

Shadow, whoever you are, this is an impossible thing, you ask. I'd like to go it for you. The Lord knows you've done enough for law and order. But I've got to hand down a decision. Sign the girl's commitment papers today. Give me two days' time, Your Honor. Just two days' postponement. But I just can't grant postponement on nothing.

Your Honor, you've got to give me some time to accomplish my job. Well... Please, Your Honor. Tell you what I'll do. Yes? I'm probably a sentimental old fool, but I'll give you 24. hours so i'm not back for something definite in that time i'll have to commit to us that's all that's it would be sufficient there's a change in the moon tonight change in the moon what in blaze it has that

to with the case maybe nothing your honor maybe everything funny this lane the way things changed in just a few hours today when you and mr cranson was trying to find out was sir i could go on hating the pole for the rest of my life we were in a bad butt robber well but i can see now just how Montesol may use of your visit to Belhous. What is the part of the break you of you're looking for? Two prominent people like you to bear out its contention that Millicant was mad. My fell of that, Montesville. He'd make a nice trophy for a honeymoon.

I think you're incorrigible. Hey, we're getting here, Belhousin. Don't you think we'd better go over what we're expected to do, Mr. Tancor? There's not much to it, Robert. You and Miss Lane will wait in the car. I'll get into the castle somehow. And I'll open the side door under Millis's of Potson for you and Miss Lane. But we must move quickly before Montesel know.

But it sounds simple the way you tell us, how are you ever going to do it? I let you in on a little secret, Robin. I do it all with Millers. It happened to me, big, office. However did you know if you get into it without Uncle Clout of Cretton? No, don't give me the credit, Millison. Mr. Crampson did it. I don't know how, but he turned the tree.

You have Mr. Cramson, the important thing is you and Miss Lane here. And you've got my darling. That's all it's time. So, darling. Darling, I don't know if something's time to do. Listen. Yes. It's here.

It's starting again. No, don't be frightened, darling. He won't face it a long time. There's a dream in the moon. Your old old box is coming up to the morning with his house. The father is right here in the castle. Oh, yeah. Your mother's coming there to be a statue.

Look. Look. What is it, Robert? There on a tree up by the window. It's the voters. If I close to the window, he's almost within me. Robert, let me have that letter open him. You're on the desk.

All right. I'll get this. I'm going to try my hand of the gentle out of night sewing. Sir, young, something you've all to do. John, he's fine, love it. All right. There. Step back, Morrow. Come over here, Merton.

All right, Mr. Crackson, let her go. Oh, a bull die. You suck it right in his breath. Yeah. The silly sits and swawk. Interesting. Very interesting. I couldn't pray, you.

He said there's nothing you can do. We always waste for old Barton. Go. Close the window, Robert. How are you? No, wait. You hear something out in the moor. Now you hear that?

Brown. That will be cracked the more. Full of what's with him to be here in the minute. They're coming this way. Oh, Robert. It's all right. It's all right. I don't see anyone could live in a place like this,

and still hold on to the sanity. Others have reasoned that way, Margo. You mean, mindful, I told you. I don't exclude him. Yes? I think I heard somebody moving about down there. Yes? Margo.

Without that some boat. I'm going out in the hall. I don't want the light to stream through. All right. Now, quiet. While they open the door. Wait a minute, Mr. Cranson. I'm going to...

All right, Robert. Open up. You can't go, Rob. Easy boy. Step through, Robert. Right. Now, close us. Follow me.

Stuff down behind your belly screen. We can see the stairs from you that. Look, look, coming around that, come. That's our man. Now watch it. Will you pardon? Maybe. No.

No. Keep height with him. He's near the leg. Be ready to run, Robert. But what are we going to do? Head him off before he can get to that big back stone at the bottom of the stairs. Look, he stopped on the leg. Ready now?

That's exactly his military described this. Old Barton choked and then he falls down the stairs. Come on, Robert. Stay where you are! Come my safe! Look out, Mr. Kranson. I got him! I got him!

No use, Mr. We're on to your hope. Out of the way, Robert! No, you don't stay! You've got enough, Mr. Goet or... Oh, no, ain't? No! He got him, Stratz. You nailed him right in the butt.

Robert. It's all right, and don't worry. That was perfect work. Who is he, Levant? I don't know, Morrow. We'll see. Take a match, Robert. I'll turn him over.

Sure. Boy, you should have seen that stock, Mr. Creston, yeah. All right, now, we'll see who the... The half-faithman. Eboo. Robert. Yes, Mr. President? Take Millison to her apartment.

Mago, you come with me. All right, no, go. Come on, Mago. Oh, what's next? I want to look at that boat. Please, right outside this door. All right, Morrow. After you.

Thank you. There's our charming feathered friend. Still perched and still imperturbable. And still possess that confounded voice. Margo. Take a look at this. What is it? A wire?

Yes. And if I'm not mistaken, it... Well, let's give it a yank and see one. Oh, what a long family he had. Long copper and properly insulated. Come on, just a minute, there. There we are, Margo. Mr. Vulture's in it.

Heart, soul, and mind are all encased in this little device. It's like a radio loudspeaker. That's exactly what it is. You have no idea of all this is to speak for creature. Margo, you take the car, drive to the blitz and phone the police. Don't let them know who you are. But tell them to get out here right away. What are you going to do?

I'm going to follow this wire. Probably to one of those abandoned guardhouses at the end of the moor. Tell the police to watch for a flashlight signal. and rush to the location and hold anybody they may find there. The shadow is going to find the human vulture at the other end of this line. All right, Susan, the vulture once more. Longer this time. A Cibu's signal to take it down and bring it in.

Okay, Monitor. We're supposed. Fine. You can just connect the microphone now. What you want me to do with the hounds again? Yeah, it's a hot. I just sounded as if they're coming back across the more. So I have to speak it up him.

What was that? Did you do that, Stevenson? No, keep him over there by the door of the hut. That laugh is not in Stevenson's repertoire of impersonation as Montesol. Stevenson, what encumber is this? Do you see anybody? I'll answer for him, Montesol. He can't see me any more than you can.

Well, who are you? I am the shadow. Shadow. Oh, yes, I've heard of you. Quite an elaborate array of insanity-producing machinery you have here. What do you mean? This is a simple portable broadcasting outfit. We're radio amateurs, that's all.

Yeah, sure, that's all. Amateurs at radio. But professionals at... I'm afraid you're making a mistake. You're the one who's made the mistake, Montesol. You made the mistake of thinking you could drive Millers and Chancellor put mad. Or at least make a believe of us mad. This is ridiculous.

I don't know what you're talking about. Your denials, don't interest me, Montesol. I'm only concerned with destroying your plan. Your control over the move, that Chancellor Ford and a fortune is at an end. What's that? A couple out of appeals turn along east drive. The police, Montesol, coming for you and your impersonating confederate. The police!

Come on, see. Come on, see. Run, Montezal! Run to your doom! Oh! Oh, stop. Yeah. Oh, Cassel looked a lot different

when we did the first time we came here, eh, Margot? Hmm? So glad those kids are getting married. She looks very lovely in that wedding gown, doesn't she? Hmm. Say, are you listening to me? Yes. Yes, I was just thinking.

What about? What would happen if you were ever married? Now, Margot. Well, don't be alarmed, Lamont. This is your supposition. Are you just thinking of you walking up the aisle, this is Robert is now? Yes. Ready to take the sacred boughs that would endure for the rest of your life.

Yes, Margo. And then all of a sudden, somebody would shoot the best man, the minister would fall down poison, and bride made would be sad, and you'd be off again on another case that would bust up the whole darn sound. Today's program is based on a story copyrighted by the Shadow magazine. All the characters and all the places named architect. Any similarity, to person's living or dead is purely coincidental.

The Shadow magazine is on sale at your local newsstand. The weed of crime bears bitter fruit. Him does not pay. The shadow goes.