Crackling Airwaves Old Time Radio
Oct 14, 2026 · 30 min · 10 segments
Diary of Fate was a mystery/thriller radio show that aired in the late 1940's on the ABC Network. In the show, the character called “Fate,” exposed ne'er-do-wells in a similar fashion as the Whistler…
What's that? Thomas, are you drunk? What? What, what are you doing? Put that iron bar down.
Thomas, you're out of your mind.
Don't.
I'm not out of my mind, Mr.
Fielding.
I'm going to be rid of you.
Thomas, no.
Oh, good.
Don't, don't.
Thomas! [dramatic music]
No mortal has the ability to say what even the next hour will bring, for the consequences of little things are beyond reckoning.
Yes, the countless trifling incidents of everyday life are the tools with which I, Fate, mold the shape of destiny.
I have no choice.
But you, Marvin, were not aware of this as you sat in the lavish house overlooking Honolulu and nervously sipped a drink.
Your employer, the very wealthy recluse Mr. Gregory Fielding, plagued by arthritis and addicted to cynicism, was talking about you in the presence of a beautiful woman, Nina Carol.
And once more, Thomas, it's all your fault.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Fielding.
But I-
You know, you're really not stupid, Thomas.
You're merely spineless.
I told you to put a sting in that letter to Barnes.
If you'd done that properly, he wouldn't have dared delay the shipment.
Now it'll be at least two weeks late.
Well, what does it matter? After all, the copper can't spoil, can it?
What's that? Thomas, are you drunk? What? What, what are you doing? Put that iron bar down.
Thomas, you're out of your mind.
Don't.
I'm not out of my mind, Mr.
Fielding.
I'm going to be rid of you.
Thomas, no.
Oh, good.
Don't, don't.
Thomas! [dramatic music]
No mortal has the ability to say what even the next hour will bring, for the consequences of little things are beyond reckoning.
Yes, the countless trifling incidents of everyday life are the tools with which I, Fate, mold the shape of destiny.
I have no choice.
But you, Marvin, were not aware of this as you sat in the lavish house overlooking Honolulu and nervously sipped a drink.
Your employer, the very wealthy recluse Mr. Gregory Fielding, plagued by arthritis and addicted to cynicism, was talking about you in the presence of a beautiful woman, Nina Carol.
And once more, Thomas, it's all your fault.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Fielding.
But I-
You know, you're really not stupid, Thomas.
You're merely spineless.
I told you to put a sting in that letter to Barnes.
If you'd done that properly, he wouldn't have dared delay the shipment.
Now it'll be at least two weeks late.
Well, what does it matter? After all, the copper can't spoil, can it?
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