RÄTSELHAFTE GESCHEHNISSE #krimihörspiel #retro Christian Quadlflieg Hans Quest 1980

KOPF KINDO by HÖR MAL ZU Danke für dein Like Hello, hier spricht HÖR MAL ZU KOPF KINDO by HÖR MAL ZU Did you and your husband have a good time in the city this afternoon? Did you notice how the light gets weaker and then brighter again? No, no, actually not. Not now, but last night in our room just before the mirror broke. It suddenly got ice cold and then the lamps almost went out. Yes, Mrs. Hove, you can see that you are not used to gas. These light fluctuations are normal. We were the first in Manchester to have electric light. In Manchester, Edmund? Our little house, our little nest. A move always means a farewell. Unfortunately, that also happens to you, my love, when we are married. We are already happy that we have gas in the country at all. That is quite unusual. My late aunt had a lot of trouble back then. She should have waited for electricity. Yes, Mr. Hove, if my aunt had done that, we would have to eat at candlelight now. It's nothing, please stay seated. The window was not properly locked again. I had asked the gardener to look after it, but he is almost deaf. Oh, my dear, that sounded like something had fallen over. Let me go ahead, Monika, just in case. In what case? There is nothing here that cannot be explained properly. Oh, what the hell happened to the things? All torn to pieces, Edmund. That is a sign. They want to murder us. That's enough now, that's enough. I'm leaving. I will not stay in this house one more night. It stinks here. Don't touch it. It's made of glass, Tommy. We don't want blood on the Christmas tree, do we? Maybe it would be quite suitable for a detective agency. Glossy, bloody office. Oh, Tommy. Oh, I let him tear it, I'm sorry. So, now you can take it away. Our client can come at any moment and Albert is not back yet. Okay. Oh, what a pity. In the department store, I always helped my father to hang up the things. There were always twelve. Head up, there are still eleven left. Nine. Oh, you? No, Albert. He insisted on helping me. It's a Valentino film in the Rex Film Theater. You know what phase he's going through right now. Tango dancer. Do you know that he has seen blood and sand five times already? He came in, took a ball, turned around with tremendous momentum and let it fly out of his hand as if it were a living thing. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Oh. Hello, sir. Miss Tubbins. I have tea and a few sandwiches. Trout ham. It tastes fabulous. Can I see something again? But of course. Nine pence, senorita. If this Valentino number is planned until New Year's, Albert, I will have to emigrate. Excuse me, miss. The films are just so realistic. Much more colorful than life. Really. So, Albert, you work in one of the most famous detective agencies. I don't understand you, Albert. How can you be so ungrateful? Oh, it's not like that, sir. No, no. I already know that you would have left without me, sir. But then I see Rudolf Valentino, he grabs Nita Naldi and rushes away in a fiery tango. You know, it's so daring. That's right, Albert. And not according to the season. You dream of sun and sand, and for weeks now only snow and hail have been our fate. In this time, cobalt and ghosts have the say. Now you sit by the fireplace and tell ghost stories. And you dare to look into the future. In the courthouse we often played this. You write down what you think will happen, seal it and only open the envelope the following Christmas. But that takes a lot of patience. And what has been a year, Tommy? We'll do that now, ma'am. You write something down and I'll hide it until next year. No, I'll do something better. I'll say something in advance that happens right away. Man! I was always very good at that. So I say in advance that the next client who visits us will be a priest's daughter. How did you know that? I have always assumed that I am a reasonable, logically thinking person. The events of the last few weeks now only leave the conclusion that there are ghosts in my house. You saw ghosts, Miss Dean? No, I didn't see them. Only heard. A terrible bang. Things break mysteriously. Pictures fall down. And then the light, the lamps flicker all the time. A poltergeist. Excuse me? That's what they're called. A kind of kobold and evil ghosts who play tricks. If you're right, Miss Dean, let's start from the beginning. That will probably take a while. But okay. My father was a pastor of Little Hamsley in Suffolk. It's been three years now that he's dead. Mother and I have been financially bad since then. What is it? Come in. I think you asked for a cup of tea, sir. Yes, Albert. Please hand it over, Miss Dean. And that's all. Very well, sir. Please drive on, Miss Dean. Good. Well, first I earned a little money as a governess. But already after two months my mother became bedridden and I had to take care of her. We had a small but far too expensive apartment and we were practically penniless. And then suddenly, like a miracle, everything turned for the better. A lawyer told us that an aunt of my father's had died and had left everything to me. I had often heard of this aunt who had quarreled with my father many years ago and knew that she was very wealthy. So our worries seemed to have an end. But things didn't turn out the way we hoped. Sure, I got the red house where my aunt lived. We had to pay out two legates, as in the will. Well, and then there was nothing left to live for. And that, even though you believed your aunt was a queen? I believed that, Mr. Blunt, yes. She probably lost everything during the war. Who knows, maybe she only lived off the capital. Of course, we had the beautiful house. Well, Miss Robinson seems to have taken you in on her story. What did I do? It's not that bad. Maybe you could squeeze a cup out of Albert. We know what he's like, Mr. Blunt. Oh, yes. Yes, I'll try. Excuse me for a moment. So, Miss Dean, tell me. Is it a man? How did you know? It happens to everyone. It happened to me, too. Tell me about this man, Miss Dean. You know, there are actually two. Oh, that hasn't happened to me yet. Well, I guess one is rich and the other is poor, and you like the poor, yes? How do you know all this? There are laws of nature. There's Norman, Mr. Partridge. He was with me when the wardrobe fell over at the farm upstairs and everything was torn apart. He's nice, very well-bred and very rich. He means well, I'm sure of that. And when I marry him, we can forget all our worries. You don't love him. Tell me about the one you love. Jared. He's a treasure. He's even poorer than we are, even though he's a good engineer. We built everything ourselves with his car here. I don't know. If you look out the window, you'll see him, Miss... Well, Miss Dean, well, you have to tell us now why you believe in more earthly processes with all the events. Well, it's the offers I got for the house. From buyers, yes? Yes, even before we moved, we received a written offer, very generous. And then we just had the move behind us. I was just about to paint the lower floor. We had come to the conclusion that the only way to keep the house was by paying guests. Good day, Miss. I come to the lady of the house. Would you please tell her? My name is Smart. Percival Smart. Oh, you're still painting. Mr. Smart, I'm the owner of the house. What can I do for you? Ah, you are Miss Dean, yes? Oh, I heard that the house is for sale and might be interested. Well, it's a pretty big house. Hard to keep, I guess. Well, it doesn't matter. You seem to be misinformed. I would be willing to make an extremely generous offer, if you would take it smartly. Miss Dean, this house is not for sale. I intend to retire it. My first guests will arrive next week. The Basbys came to us through an announcement. And the other two, a young married couple, they wanted to spend their honeymoon with us, so to speak, had heard about friends of ours. They had all moved back early. As usual, I took care of mother and took care of her for the night. I just went down to the kitchen with her tablet when I heard the church bell ringing at 12 o'clock. I heard a noise from the Cockrells' room when I passed by, but nothing extraordinary. I was halfway up the stairs when... The next day, early in the morning, they all ran away. I could hardly afford anything. And I had to pay for the repairs. The guests' clothes were cut, and the bed was sawed, so that it was broken when the young woman lay down. Upon closer examination, it turned out that the post of the skylight had simply been sawed through. After all the guests had fled three times to similar incidents, I received the third offer for the house. A Dr. O'Neill contacted me. He told me that he was a member of the Society for Parapsychology and had heard about the strange phenomena in our house, which he was naturally very interested in. He wanted to buy the house in order to be able to carry out a series of experiments. After all, I was delighted to get rid of the house and said so. He smiled broadly at me, and I noticed how blood was running through my veins. What did you see? His plumbum. A gold plumbum. Yes, and? You may think that I only imagined all this, but... What? It was the same man. Which same man? The same man who wanted to buy it. Mr. Smart. Yes, I suddenly knew that he had smiled at me, and I noticed a gold plumbum at exactly the same spot. And then I looked at his ears. They looked like those of Mr. Smart. They had meaty, knobbly earlobes that seemed to have grown. Yes, I could swear that I was not mistaken. It was the same man. This Crockett you mentioned, Miss Dean, is he Butler? Oh no, of course I should have told you that. Crockett is a she. She has been at my aunt's for over eight years. A woman in her middle years, not always particularly sociable, but very hard-working. She likes to make herself important because her sister, as she says, played a great game. Crockett also has a nephew who, as she always says, is a real gentleman. Yes, please. Unfortunately, I have to disturb you, sir. A Mr. Rush is asking for Mrs. Dean. That's Jared. Jared? Jared. She is with his car. He built it himself. Yes, I understand. I would say that's all for now, Miss Dean. And be reassured. You don't have to worry anymore. Excellent detectives go to work. Thank you, Mr. Blunt. I am very relieved. Oh, I almost forgot. Because of your honor, I thought ... Oh no, a pure honor of success. That's all. Just come to your room first. Wouldn't it be better if we had Miss Dean's full address, Mr. Blunt? Oh, excuse me. Red House, Sturton in the Marsh. And when can I expect you? We always come unexpectedly, Miss Dean. Just don't forget, you've never seen me before. None of us. Miss Dean didn't say a word to me that we have guests over Christmas. You don't have to tell me that, but your employer. M'lady has reserved the room personally. Here she is, and here she will stay, as I know her. She wants to buy it, you know. This house here? Yes, what else? Didn't you hear anything from him? The poltergeist? Oh yes. That will be the reason why she is so obsessed with it. A strange bird. I have to go to pick up your husband. Mr. Beresford. Mr. Beresford? Didn't you say you were a Lady Grasmere? Yes, of course. You think someone like that gives up his title just because he's married? But he has the mice. And don't forget, for both Earl Grey and lots of hot water. Well, get to it. Tell me again, Tommy. Just like the bank director told you. He told me that when the war broke out, Monika's aunt brought her entire fortune in gold and diamonds here. So it must be hidden somewhere here. Yes, and someone has to know that. Yes, that would explain the purchase offers. You don't think she hid it under your mattress in the guest room, do you? Of course not, dummy. What are you looking for then? I just want to spend a quiet night. Last time when the thing collapsed, it was, as Miss Dean says, seen. I just want to prevent us from hiding in the depression. Do you know that sky beds always have a certain effect on me, Tommy? Always? I can't promise you a normal night in a sky bed, darling. What if you were to concentrate your thoughts on our treasure hunt, darling? So you're a woman... Oh, a neglect. Nonsense. Anyway, you probably know where an old lady would hide something. At the same spot as a young lady. Tappens, that's enough. But since we're already talking about ladies, how come I have to remain a simple mister while you take on a title? Oh, I always wanted to know what it would have been like if I had become Lord Graham's wife. Then you would have had to deal with more than just a title. Even with less, if I'm well informed. Tommy, you can be very cruel. Aha. The priest's daughter is about to break through again. She'll probably get the next shock when she sees who's coming. She's 25. She'll be done with it. Look, that's Gerald. Isn't he to be bitten? Hmm. You're engaged, aren't you? Not yet, darling. That's our job. I see. Tommy, we have to help you. We'll try. We have to hurry. When Crockett and your dear nephew have the house in their hands, they'll put it on their heads to find what they're looking for. Ah, how nice. There's tea. I just can't imagine how an old lady would dig holes in the garden. Or maybe she'd personally dig out tiles. On the other hand, she wouldn't have trusted anyone to let her help her. Tommy, there has to be a clue to the possession. Come on, old girl. We want to surprise Monica. I'm looking forward to the effect. The moment I entered your house, Miss... Dean, of course. Miss Dean. I had the feeling I had finally come to rest. Although rest may hardly be the right word to describe someone who is blessed. Perhaps cursed, too, with supernatural powers. Oh... Crockett, leave the tea. I'll give the rest. Believe me, I climbed up your stairs like in a trance. And completely unconsciously, I was drawn to this room that we are now going to live in. And around me, I feel the presence of an unhappy child. Courageous and malicious. But in reality, full of longing for eternal rest. All that is right, Tubbins. Did you have to be so terrible at cleaning? I think your idea is wonderful. But what for? To make you insecure. The seed is sown. Oh, but you don't seriously think that Crockett... Have you ever met the nephew of your maid? No, why? Ten to one, I bet he has a big gold plumb in his tooth. And chubby, grown-up earlobes. Oh... So, Miss Dean... Tell me, Monica. Good, Monica. Can you tell me what happened to your deceased aunt? The wardrobe? Oh, there wasn't much. Most of it was given to Crockett. The rest, a few needy families. Everything that looked like something was carefully sorted out. Papers. I'm sure there were papers. Oh, yes. Your secretary and the chest of drawers in the bedroom want more of it. But it was of no importance. And it was thrown away, yes? No. My mother doesn't throw anything away. Not even old papers. There were also some old recipes that she would like to study at some point. Very nice. Is the gardener also a legacy of your aunt? Is that the old Frank Mulberry? Yes. A regrettable man. We have him here once a week to keep the whole thing a little clean. That's not enough. He used to come three times. A favor, Monica. Would you be so kind as to collect all the old papers of your aunt for me? In the meantime, let's talk a little bit about the old Mulberry. It went all the way back there, as far as you can see. There were young hens everywhere. And rooster hens. The fattest green you've ever seen. Green rooster hens? Yes. The box tree was cut into figures. Yes, that was my specialty. I was a real artist in cutting hedges. But now the old hens can at least hold another glass of beer. If I can afford it, my dear. The old lady could be glad that you were there, Mulberry. She was too. But as soon as she was underground, they lost possession of her. Once they even set fire to her from the social housing construction. But I know exactly who she was. But I mean, as long as she lived, she was probably totally dependent on him. Well... Everything that happened here in the garden, all the little secrets, you shared with her, didn't you? Possible. All the unusual things you had to bury for her. For example, the box. Which box? The box. You already know. Thank you very much, sir. Let's think about it. You're asking for a box? Yes. But I couldn't have helped you. Why not? Because I never buried a box here, sir. I'm surprised. Only potatoes and spring onions. A lot of it. But a box was never there, sir. They don't come particularly well, you know. Well, what is it, Miss Dee? Did something happen? Partridge. Beresford. And my wife, Lady Grassman. I have to apologize. That would have been my job. Mr. Partridge is my financial advisor and a good friend. Mr. Beresford and Lady Grassman are house guests. Oh, I didn't even know you were married. Are they staying for Christmas? I'd say that's in the stars, Mr. Partridge. Lady Grassman studies supernatural phenomena, Norman. Oh, dear God. Someone else. You'll have to ask for admission soon, Monica. Of course we pay for our stay here, Mr. Partridge. As far as your decision is concerned, I'll come by again tomorrow. Goodbye. What's going on? What happened? Norman just told me that the bank is considering to cancel our loan because the capital is used up to a few pounds. Bankrupt, yes. The gentleman is, as I assume, the financial alternative to Jared. Yes, he's a damn good accountant. And damn fast at hand to tell a girl if there's nothing left to do. He forced me to marry him. What do we have left? I have to think of Mother. Christmas is coming. Don't despair, Monica. I have to have it. Tommy, we have to buy this house. There you have it. That's the confirmation. Looks like you've found a buyer, Miss Dean. Very nice of you to bring your housekeeper along. So, uh, Crockett, as you may have noticed, we intend to buy the red house. We would be happy if you could decide to run the house for us. Thank you, sir. If I may, I'd like to think about it. Of course. Is that all, ma'am? Yes, thank you, Crockett. I'll clean up the tableware. Do that. If you would be so kind as to inform the other interested parties that you will close the deal with us, Miss Dean. But I... I'm sorry, I don't know what the man offered. Probably a good price. In any case, we'll offer you 500 pounds more. My God, what are we talking about money here? This is all about pure spiritual experiences. The forces around us are forcing me to pay every affordable price. Sorry again, darling, the luxury. Oh, really, Mr. Beresford, you'll never get a feel for the superfluous. To be honest, I was just starting to enjoy it. Yes, it seemed so. I thought you two were first-class. But why did you want Crockett here? Just to be on the safe side, Miss Dean. Monica. Did you notice how she breathed? That almost proves that she is your poltergeist. She was just able to escape over the back stairs after she had shattered our dishwasher. But the flickering light in the lamps, the suddenly opening windows, the cold air... Crockett was often present when these things happened. Yes, I don't know yet how it worked, but I know who's behind it. Have you noticed anything special so far? Two old receipts. Three unimportant letters. The note on how to store new potatoes. And a recipe for cheese pies. Oh. Yes, what is it? I'm hungry. You know I can't think with an empty stomach. Oh, we didn't even have lunch, did we? Exactly. Although I have to say, when I think of Albert's food basket and the terrible gluttony, I'm in line with love. And besides, it's another proof. Yes, yes, I know. It's Crockett's fault. Because she can no longer play the ghost, we could go out to eat here. Not before everything has been worked through here. Now read me yours. Another receipt. A terrible poem about spring. Twice something from the newspaper. Why women buy pearls. As a capital investment. And a man with four women. An extraordinary story. And a recipe for rabbit fat. Damn it, four women. I put that aside because I noticed it. I don't think it has anything to do with what we're looking for. Let me see. Oh, that's one of the weird puzzles. What do you call them? Anagram or cryptogram, I think. From the first word, only half. The whole thing pours into my lap. The second one you wear on your feet. Also only half, you have to know. Rub yourself or I'll eat you. In any case, nothing of importance for us. Fifteen years ago, these things were incredibly popular. You sat in front of the fireplace and puzzled around it. Not the poem, I noticed. The words below had caught my attention. You see, it says Lukas 11, verse 9. A Bible passage. I almost thought so. Don't you think it's strange? How does an old, probably religious lady come up with to refer to a Bible text under an anagram? That's right, that's really strange. May I assume, darling, that you travel with a Bible as a priest's daughter? Even if you don't believe it, I do. Oh. You're not going to believe it, are you? Let's see. Lukas, Lukas, Lukas, Lukas. The second one you wear on your feet. 7, 8, 9. Tommy! Tommy, look at this! Search, and you will find. That's it! We got it! Tommy, isn't that great? We just have to solve the script. And the treasure is ours. I mean, Monika. So, let's get to the script, or whatever you call it. So, from the first word, half loose. What could that mean? The whole ship in my lap. That's the whole story. In reality, it's very simple. There's only a twist. I'll do it again. From the first word, half loose. Half loose, half loose. Horrible, as you say. Don't be silly. I belong to the wrong generation. That's all. Maybe we can take it with us to the city tomorrow. You have to put an old mummy on it. It will solve the puzzle. Let's bring it to Monika's mother right away. Or maybe downstairs. To that old dragon, Prophet. He's probably going to come out of nowhere. Come on. We'll try again. What could that be? What do you only take half of to pour something in? A pan? Or a cauldron? Half of the pot won't do. It has to be two syllables. And you put something in the other syllable. Let's not forget that the solution word should be put in there. I assume the solution word consists of two or three syllables. And those are half words. A can, maybe? Or a frying pan? I don't think that's a bad idea. I mean, there's the word pancake. And you can put that in somewhere. Or a carton. The first syllable of that is K. There are many words with that. No, no, that's too far fetched. Pancake. Pancake? No. Oh, I'm going to bite myself. I still don't understand why the gardener made us so crazy yesterday. Why? He didn't do that. He just didn't answer correctly. What do you mean? It's often like that. You don't answer what you're asked. You just answer what you're told. He told you that he didn't bury anything extraordinary. Just potatoes. Come on, let's go. Oh, Mr. Mulberry, good morning. What a surprise. I thought you'd only come once a week. Oh, I only come because of my box, m'lady. What box? When we asked you, you said yesterday... No, no, what you asked yesterday. It has nothing to do with that. My Christmas present. Oh, of course. You don't mind if I accompany you? Come with me. But I want to see my vegetables first. Nothing comes close to a Christmas meal. Yes, yes. Sometimes I just wish we had different vegetables... and not always just this boring cabbage. Yes. New potatoes, for example. That would be delicious to eat. Yes, yes. Do people still bury them in tin cans and cartons? I heard you keep them fresh. Yes, yes. What else did you do? The old Miss Dean buried them three times in the summer. And how often did she forget to let them be dug out again? Oh, just a moment. In the big bed in the kitchen garden, I suppose. No, no, no, m'lady. It was right here. At the wall. Oh, Mr. Mulberry. He's pointing at the meadow. He's pointing at the forest. Where should I look? She's up to something. Don't worry, we'll find out soon enough. She's going to talk to someone about it. Tommy. Tommy, I know where... Go on. If you scream, you're a dead man. All good things come to three. If someone has made a mess of us... I'll take him with me. Just potatoes again. Wait a minute. There are only potatoes on top. Don't fiddle with it. The blast of a .12 caliber that's going to start here won't get anyone to come here. So, may I have the money, please? All three bundles in front of my feet. And you start digging again, Mr. Beresford. Dig a hole that's big enough for two. Well, Lady Grasmere? You still have the pearls. I'll let you go if it's the right thing to do. Well done, Albert. Tazan the monkey man. Douglas Fairbanks as the Black Pirate. Very good. Now go and call the police. Tuppence, you take the money. Tuppence, if you really love me, honey, you answer a question for me. Oh, I hate these catch-up questions, but all right. How did you know that Monica Dean was a priest's daughter? I had a hunch. She was waiting for an appointment and her name was in the letter. And Mr. Dean was once Father Vicar. He had a daughter named Monica. I counted two and two together and hoped for the best. You are a shameless person. Do you hear? It's midnight. Merry Christmas, Tuppence. Merry Christmas, Tommy. It's going to be a happy holiday for Monica, too. Oh, Monica! Merry Christmas. But you look so... Don't you know the poor Sheriff? Oh, yes. Oh, yes, thank you. The police doctor says he must have had a big head that saved him. Your brave servant is so nice to drive him home. He's just a little drunk, that's all. But I am, too. What happened? Well, we... we're engaged. Oh, Monica, that's wonderful. My best wishes. Yes, mine, too. Wait a minute. I think I have just the right thing to celebrate. There was something in your cellar, Monica. The good old Gerald. He gets such a blow to the head and immediately makes a marriage proposal. That's a real fortune. Well, what is it, Monica? Get out of it. You always notice everything. You know, it's like this. I mean, Gerald didn't make the marriage proposal. But who? I was suddenly afraid when Gerald finds out how rich I am now that he... That he could ruin it. He's terribly proud, you know, a real man. I had the impression, too. Well, and then I thought, I'd better take care of it myself. And so you made him a marriage proposal. Yes, that's exactly how it was. Was that very bad of me? No, nonsense. Very sensible. Anyone who knows what he wants should have it. Oh, yes. That's what I mean, too. So that's it. And ice cold, too. Oh, your mother is ringing, Monica. It's certain that Crockett won't react for a few years. Well, then I'd rather go and see her. But I'll keep the news to myself until tomorrow. Otherwise, she won't close her eyes. You know, I admire this girl. She hardly lets the tension subside, she's got herself back in her hands and is engaged. Just like that. Remarkable. Yes, you two are made of the same wood. Father's daughters. Yes, she basically reminds me of you in everything. Unpredictable, loyal, practical. And always quick to decide. And damn attractive.