Here is the link to radio program of the shadow finally found it on YouTube: https://youtu.be/lrSPkAw6XOE

Prologue

"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!"

The shadow was amateur criminologist Lamont Cranston. He had learned "the hypnotic power to cloud men's minds so that they cannot see him". The opening to the show, "Who knows ... what evil ... lllllurks ... in the heart of men? ... The Shadow knows! His "friend and companion, the lovely Heather Cranston his sister, is the only person who knows to whom the voice of the invisible Shadow belongs". Together they confront the maddest assortment of lunatics, sadists, ghosts and werewolves ever heard on the air.

Chapter 1: The Mirror Of Death

Recap: The Shadow a man of mystery who strikes terror into the very souls of evil-doers everywhere. Lamont Cranston, a man of wealth, a student of science, and master of other people's minds, devotes his life to righting wrongs, solving crimes, 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.

Street sounds. Footsteps clicking on a sidewalk. Newlyweds John and Nancy Craig are out shopping. Nancy spies an antique shop and they enter. It's an atmospheric shop, dark as a tomb, with pieces on display that look like big, crouching animals. An elderly woman emerges from the depths, ready and willing to tell tales about all the pieces in which they show an interest.

A mirror catches Nancy's eye. ''There's a story about that mirror,'' the shopkeeper comments....''What story?'' Nancy asks eagerly. ''That mirror was made in the days when witches were being burned, and people believed in visions. visions.'' John laughs. ''Old wives tales.'' The shopkeeper is undaunted. ''Probably , sir, though many men believed in them. We know better now perhaps, but it was said in those days that a mirror made as this one was, in a rather strange and horrible fashion...showed much more than ordinary mirrors.''

''What did it show?'' Nancy asks, timorously. ''The faces...of people about to die....of course not everyone could see those faces in the mirror...only....only those who had the gift.'' ''Well, how could they tell if they had the gift?'' ''Oh, there were many signs. Perhaps the most certain sign...'' John attempts to override her, but she continues ''was the ears of Pan. Ears with pointed lobes...'' John interrupts her again, briskly. ''Nancy, do you want the mirror?'' ''Yes, John, I do.'' John hands over the money and arranges for the mirror to be delivered to their house that afternoon. As they are exiting the shop, the ribbons on Nancy's hat get caught in her ear ring. John frees it for her. '''Here we've been married more than a month, terribly long time, and I've never noticed your ears before...'' ''What about them?'' ''Well, the lobes. They're...pointed.''

Thunder rumbles briefly, and Nancy speaks dreamily of her mirror as the clock chimes eleven. John goes downstairs to lock up. Within a few seconds, the lights in the room go out. Nancy hums, speaking to herself. ''It's funny, staring into a mirror when it's dark and you can't see anything. I wonder, am I really there in the mirror, even if I can't see myself....'' Then she gasps. ''No...oh no....'' She screams.

A young woman named Heather Cranston was visiting her brother Lamont Cranston. "Lamont?" Asked Heather. " yes sis?" question Lamont. " Wouldn't it be cool if I was like Christine Daae and could sing for the phantom of the opera? And you would be the perfect friend for him!" She said as she closed the book. " oh you and your silly imagination!" Laughed Lamont Cranston As they were getting ready to go do som sleuthing as a reporter and the Shadow... Heather started to sing "You Raise Me Up":

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;

When troubles come and my heart burdened be;

Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,

Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

There is no life - no life without its hunger;

Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;

But when you come and I am filled with wonder,

Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

You raise me up... To more than I can be.