The Prepper Broadcasting Network - The Shadow 40 - Murder in E Flat

Episode Date: June 16, 2026

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The shadow, the serious character who devotes life to writing wrongs, protecting the innocent, and punishing the guilty, is in reality the Mont Cranston, wealthy young man about town, student of science, and master of other people's minds. Using advanced methods that may ultimately become available to all law enforcement agencies, Cranston is known to criminals and evildoers as the shadow. Never seen, only heard, as haunted. to superstitious minds as a ghost, as inevitable, as a guilty conscience. Clansden's friend and companion, the lovely Margo Lane, is the only person who knows to whom the unseen voice belongs.

Today's story, murder in E-flat. Come, yeah? You can't have had Marge and Charlie sitting over there? Well, don't know it is. Hey, Charlie! Hi, Eddie! Come on over here, you and mine! Oh, thank you.

I never expected to see them here. Well, hello, Helen. I don't know. He got room for us? Oh, you're sure. Hey, wait there, two more cats. What are you big of this band? I'm worried.

Boy, the skinny bottle is the hardest cutting town. Yeah, I'll still take Louis Freeman. The point is my ideal thing. Oh, quiet. Now, let's listen. All right. Bye. They're cheap.

I thought it was cut off. Yeah, that's a plate. That new swing joint on 50th Street. Had a Cedarbuck. Oh, nobody said to know what happened. The band was playing, and George. It just flew up.

We don't know yet how many were hurt. I think we found a note named over the bar. It makes what sense, though. Read it? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure here it is. He says, the only real music is the music of silence. Yeah, funny business. Okay, I'll report back to headquarters as soon as you have it.

Go on, Henry. Pass that car in front. But, my dear, I can't without crossing that white line and decide. Oh, now, then make him pull over. Oh, Henry, blow your horn. But you're not supposed to blow you. your horn in the city, my dear, you know that. The Anti-noise Committee says...

I don't care what the Anti-noise Committee said. Blow your horn and make that, I'll get over. Just as you say, my dear. Yes, officer. I was driving about 50 yards behind their car. Yeah? They started a swing out of line and blew their horn, and then it happened.

This awful explosion. I tell you, I've never in all my notes. Where'd you get this note? After the explosion, I noticed it's lying in the front seat beside me. Somebody must have thrown it in through the window. What do you suppose it means, officer? Let's look at it again. Let this be a warning to you.

Auto horns or play things of the devil. Silence. What does it mean, officer? I don't know, mister. But if I were you, I'd forget I had a hornet. You know, Margo? It's something very peculiar about these bombings. Mysterious explosions, I believe the paper here calls them.

There's another one last night. You know that traitor that blew up in the river? Yes, Lamont, I was reading about it. The paper says they found a note, nailed to a nearby duck. Something about silence is the golden token of true peace. Ah, this sounds like some crass. Yes. How odd and sinister.

Silence. That word has appeared in every note. Silence. The only other clue that has been found at all three bombings is a piece of U-shaped metal. Now, I wonder if... Margot... What's the month?

You know what a tuning fork looks like, don't you? Well, certainly it's like you. Exactly. A piece of... metal shaped like a yule. Look at this picture here in the paper. Divers found that in the hold of the bomb freighter. It certainly looks like a turning fork all right, but I don't see... Neither do I, Margo. Yet I feel there's a link between the word silence, these tuning forks, and the bombings. Yes. And if there is a link, Margo, I've got a hunch that this city may be in

for one of the most terrifying ordeals it has ever experienced. Then you believe there'll be more of these awful bombings? I don't know what to believe, Margo. I don't know what... Lange, Chicago, now ready at G4. Nine stop, Lange, Chicago, now ready at Gave 4. Goodbye, John. Don't forget to wire me. Bye, dear. See you Thursday. Bye, mother.

Goodbye, son. I hope you have a smooth flight. Shall we go, Mary? Let's wait, Mother. I love to watch them take off. John comes away from the plane. You go sit on this side. Just as you say, dear, but I must admit that the roar of those motors always makes me a bit nervous.

Read all about the latest mystery bombing. Note warning silence found at Central Airport. What? Extra. Extra latest, Ferry bombing staff. Dr. Doctor, is a traffic officer O'Glady found this farm? Yes, Commissioner Weston. We're stuck in a refuse basket. And this note here was pasted on the police phone box next to the back.

I see it. The war of traffic is a roar of doom. Silence. Silence. Silence. That infirmal words, but in every note we found. Yes, sir. What's a laboratory report, Sergeant?

What explodes a bomb? A bomb's attached to a photoelectric cell. one of these here, U-shaped pieces of metal Like you're finding at all the bombing I see, well, how's it work? Well, it's sort of like this, Commissioner. The laboratory says that this U-shaped piece of metal It is a tuning fork, an E-flat tuning for.

Yes? Well, this is your tuning fork is placed So that when the sound of E-flats vibrated, it breaks the light beam with a photoelectric cell It's attached to the bomb. And when the light beam is broken and starts it closed, the bomb goes off. I think I see what you mean,

just like your body breaks a light beam and opens the doors of somebody's new hotel. Yes, sir, yes, that's the idea. Uh-huh, there were sounds. reported just before each of those bombings. The sound of that trumpet, that auto horn, and that foghorn and that fader, and the noise of those airplane motors. Yes, sir. They could have done it all right.

Whoever thought that one up is dumb, by the time. But I still don't get these notes, these warnings about silence. There must be some reason why... Hello, Commissioner Weston speaking. Hello, Commissioner. A shadow. Right, you are, Commissioner. Well, what do you want? I'm busy, very busy, and I'm afraid I haven't any time.

I know, Commissioner. These bombing's getting a bit out of it. of hand, Dante. I suppose you know all about them. Oh, pieces of U-shaped metal you've been finding. Tuning forks, aren't they? How did you know that? Never mind. Aren't they?

Yes. Is that what our laboratory calls him? E-flap tuning forks. Look up to a photoelectric cell attached to the bomb. When the sound vibrates the fork, it passes in front of the cell's light beam, and that... And that closes the circuit and explodes the bomb. Very neat, eh, Commissioner? Very.

Anything else I can do for you? Just one thing more, Commissioner. Yes? Do you realize what? What all this means? Why, of course... Each of the notes has contained the word silence. You must broadcast a general warning to the city at once.

Use the radio, use the newspapers. Use any means at your command. But warn the people immediately that there must be absolute silence until the murderer is caught. They must not play any musical instruments, blow their auto horns. In fact, they must not do anything to make a loud noise of any kind. That might set off another of these tuning-fork bombs. For the penalty may be death.

They found one of the bombs. hidden in one of these trash pasties. Yeah. Imagine it's right here at one of the busiest corners in the city. I tell you, enough to give it a creep. It certainly is. Look up the head in you there.

Here it is the middle of a day and not a car in sight. Boy, I haven't had my car out of the garage since the police commission to broadcast that warning. Think of it. He said even a squeaking break might send you to King Come. Well, I can tell you, Kingdom Come

and be better than this. They don't find the guy that's planting these bomb soon. The whole town's gone off. That's nothing. You're telling me, I haven't slept in four nights.

A awful silence. It's like a wet blanket over your thing. Day after day, another sound. Stop pacing that floor, Robert. You're making you so nervous I could scream. You nervous. That's good.

How about me? I tell you, I can't stand the silence much longer. I tell you, I can't stand! Quiet, Robert. Remember, Commissioner Weston's warning. No one knows where. The air the bombs are planted. Even a shout might...

I know, I know. Even a shout might be an e-flap. A note of death. That's what they're calling it now. Silly, isn't it? But what do they call this? This awful tomb, where living... Quiet, Robert, please. Come on. We're going to get out of this town. Start packing. We'll leave you on the first train. I don't know where we're going. But we're going... Are you... Are you, MacMor?

No, Lamont. You? None. Mission of Western has already checked all the music stores, but I... I still feel he might have overlooked one. several of the stores I checked It sold tuning folks recently But only one was an E flat And that was purchased by the Board of Education

Beginning to look hopeless, isn't it, Lamar? No, yet, Margo Not until we've checked every music store in the city Now here's the list of stores We'll separate again You take these I've marked in the list now, visit the office Yes, Lamont Wynne

Miss Holly, Margo Every minute moves us closer to the next explosion God goodness All morning as I walked these deserted streets Like that I was moving through some city of the dead Yes, it's like a play and plague of silence. But we must be on our way, Morrow.

It's not a moment to lose. I'll meet you at the Andrews Music Store, the first store we visited this morning. Yes, sir, I'll see you there. How, sir? We haven't sold an E-flat tuning fork in months. Was there anything else, sir? Oh, miss?

We're wholesale, you see. We only sell to music schools and such. Even they don't buy Jewingports, they all. What's that, Mr. Tuning forks? No, we just handle sheet music, radios and records. Maybe you'd like some sheet music. And what can I do for you, Matt? Nothing, thank you.

I'm just waiting for someone if you don't mind. Oh, no, not at all. By the way, weren't you in here this morning? Yes, I was. Yes, I remember you now. You were with a gentleman who wanted to know if we'd sold any tuning forks lately. Yes, that's right.

You said you hadn't. Yes, and after you left, I did remember one sale, but that was to one of our regular customers, and it was a long time ago. That wouldn't be what you were. No. No, I suppose not. No.

Dr. Badoe is a very fine man. Fine musician, too. He's bought a number of musical instruments from us. Of course, it did strike me a bit odd. Odd? What was odd? Well, Dr. Bidot, wanting all of those tuning for the same pitch.

E-flat, I believe it was. E-flat? Yes, but you know how musicians are. Surely you don't. No, of course not, but I... I suppose I should see this, Dr. Bidot, just for the record, you know? Would you like his address?

Yes, if you'd be so kind. Yes, sure, I'll write it down for you. Dr. Andre Bidot, 2218, West Night Street. Well, thank you. And if the gentleman I'm waiting for should arrive while I'm gone, and tell him to wait me. Yes, yes.

His name is Lamont Cranston. If I'm delayed, tell him to meet me at Dr. Badoe. 228. Yes. Dr. Badole? Yes, that is right. Dr. Badole. Doctor of music, Bachelor of Art.

And you, my dear? My name is Margot Lane, doctor. I'm a voice student. Oh, musician. I'm so beautiful. Do come in. Thank you. This is my studio.

Oh, it's charming. You teach here? No, no, no, I seldom teach, my dear. I am composer, great composer. Though I'm afraid that is still my own little secret. But then you wouldn't have time for a simple student like myself. No, no, no, on the contrary, my dear. It has always been my special pleasure to encourage real talent,

especially a beautiful talent. Yes, yes, well, that's very nice, but I'm not awfully talented in sugar, I don't really believe you'd be interested. Well, no, but I have already decided I would be interrupted. Most interested. But, sir, you are just in time for a treat. A rare treat. Well, I'm afraid I must go now.

I just remembered an appointment. You should remember that before you interrupted my work. Now that you are here, you shall remain, or not until it is my pleasure to dismiss you. You can't do that. Quiet, sit down. There. I did not ask you to disturb me.

But now that you are here, you shall. share a secret with me. You like sickles, no? Most young women like seekers, but can't keep them. I'd rather think you shall keep this one, my dear. Cher. Yeah, what is that? What did you say?

What? Oh, you are wasting your breath, my dear. Really you are. The studio's soundproof, completely soundproof. And now, for my secret, you see this beautiful electric organ? Yes. Yes, of course But I...

This electric organ Shall reveal my secret My greatest composition I shall play it for you now On this beautiful organ Oh Pardon me, just a moment, my dear The door seems to have blown open

Yeah The turn of the lock Will guard us against the conversion Don't lock that door, you hear me, let me out of here Quiet, quiet! Really, you don't seem to realize What a great honour I am to suppose be stow on you for you shall be my first

and the last to hear my greatest composition, my symphony of Pylos in E flat No! Do I frighten you, my child? I'm so sorry. But you are my uninvited guest, aren't you?

My only guest! The lighting is quite poor for shadows, my dear. There are no shadows in my Chudelho. You're one thing more, before I play my symphony for you, you see the

black box on that pedestal there? Answer me, do you? Yes, yes, I see it. That box is my invention. It is a bomb. The fame as others I have placed about the city, and it shall permit you and me to die.

You see, my dear, into the final climax of my symphony, I have written the final climax of life itself. Yeah, but enough of this program notes. Here, let us begin the performance. Yeah.

Listen, my dear. Listen to the pale beauty of the whole tone. Truly a feast, isn't it? A feast for just the two of us. Three, Dr. Bindo, three of us. Shadow, he told you where I was. Three.