Come in Welcome. I'm g Marshall. Many of our best writers have ventured
into the world of the macabre. One of them was the man who knew
nineteenth century India better than any other Rudyard Killing. Our story is an adaptation
of At the end of the passage, a man by the name of Hummel,
his assistant engineer in charge of building a section of the Guadahari railroad line.
Every Sunday free friends visit him in his shabby ramshackle cottage to play cards,
gossip and share a meal. In summer, the heat is sulfree and
oppressive. It is night one hundred and one degrees. Hummel seems to be
possessed with him is a doctor a friend named Spursto. I gave you Morphia,
humble not enough, Spursto, I must have more. I can't sleep,
I have slept for a week. I can't run fast enough. Do
you watch? Can't run fast enough? What does that mean? Huba understands
my houseboy. If I sleep only a little, I can't run fast enough.
Please Spursto Morphia so I can run. Our mystery story at the end
of the passage by Rudyard Kipling was adapted especially from Mystery Theater by Roy windsor
his Stars John Beale. It is sponsored in part by contact the twelve hour
Cold Capsule. I'll be back shortly where that India in the nineteenth century.
The smell of the bazaars, the rains, the heat of the sun's corched
earth, all seen and recorded unerringly by Kipling, a man born in Bombay
and who spoke Intostani. India then was more a continent than a country.
England built roads and railroads under great difficulties. One of the rail lines being
built in the northwest was the Quadihari line. Hummel came out years ago and
was assistant engineer of the project. Doctor Spurstow was medical chief, endlessly alert
to cholera. A man named Loans was civil service, and Muttram was from
Theme in survey office. Three men who on Sundays sought each other's company as
Hummel awaits them, um, where the devil are you? I him here
safe? So you are your light down, Mustard? Perhaps I should bring
me a soda water human Doctor sprust All, where you make your way?
I am well, there's nothing wrong with me, it's the heat. I
just can't sleep. No civilized man can sleep on its one hundred and four.
I bring you his shoulder. Whatever it has been, no good fans,
hardly moving. You need much rest as no time for rest? Work
heat too. But about Shah givens, I'll sit on the veranda and wait
for them to ride up. Go about your business. Make certain the dinners
good, or I'll skin your life his mustar. Hello, hummle, why
are you sitting out here? You're as readers a reddish on? Come ince,
purse of lounge? Where's Mottram still in the desert? Couldn't make it?
Why not? What will we do about twist? Inconsiderate of him?
Cut the Indian survey off a spare him one day while he does have to
come a hundred miles by rail and thirty more by heart. Or come in,
Come in, heard, harden Mottram. Don't forget that I left a
cholera stricken camp of coolies to look after those sailors for forty eight hours.
I am overwhelmed for your sacrifice. Have you got a bad in your class?
What is the battle with your bastday? Never mind his bad man as
loud as glass of barrel, coolest or off. Maybe it would I have
done. Oh dear, here ran out. I've written and quired, but
the trains don't come through regularly yet the solar water, it's got any fresh
reading material. Last week's gassetto India, my brother said art rather amusing this
mount An MP speech to his constituents. I as said that the civil service
in India is the preserve of the aristocracy of England. The aristocracy takes good
care to maintain their lavish scale of income. That'll do as I've you three
months paid to have that generalman spend a month with me and see how one
fails with the independent native king the aristocracy, But rubbish old timbersides. The
king ivan mind has three millions and jewels and kins under his palace. And
the state of the people is enough to make you sick. What can I
do? Nothing? Sooner be with you, doctor, oh jew, I
don't think so about fifteen deaths a day, and the poor devils look at
you though you ought to save them. Lord News, have tried everything.
Hoard of the causes run run very simply. Indeed, chlorodyne, opium pill,
chlorodyne collapse, nighter bricks to the feet, then the burning cat,
the level of space, the head of the stairs leading to the river where
the bodies are cremated. And here we are the aristocracy of England. Mister
badbut Muttram, we need a fourceful wrist. Hamilias the lucky man. He
has an actual roof over his head. He sees one train a day.
He has books, pictures and the society of the excellent subcontractor Devin's besides the
pleasure of receiving us weekly, said Jevins stairs, my dear, can't we
dig him up? Come? Oh? Yes, but he wouldn't be much
good to us, and it would be awkward. He passed on last Monday.
Oh, I didn't know it would be awkward to dig him up.
You have a nasty sense of you. Muhammel hurried it, eh by his
own hand. Cholera and fever. Give a man a week's grace, As
you know, m any explanation. I judged no man in this weather.
He had a touch of the sun. I imagine after your fellows had left,
he came over and sat with me on the verandah. He told me
he was going home to see his wife. He rambled on tediously and I
got the apothecary in to look at him, and we tried to make him
ride down. After an hour or two, he prupped his eyes and said
he believed it had a fit. Why this unusual? Interests Burstore? I
liked him, man Dot. He went to his bungalow and began cleaning a
rifle. He told the servant he was going to shoot back in the morning.
Naturally, he fumbled with the trigger and shut himself through the head accidentally,
of course, that was the report. But a wired use bursto.
If you could have done anything, you're a queer one ham or if you'd
kill the man yourself, you couldn't have been more quiet about the business.
What does it matter. I've got a lot of his overseeing work to do
in addition to my own. I'm the only person who suffers. Javan's out
of it by a pure accident, of course, but out of it.
Why didn't you let it go as heirs hand? Well, there was no
direct proof. A man hasn't many privileges in this country, but he might
at least be allowed to mishandle his own rifle. That's an od way of
puttings or somebody I may neither man to smother up an accident to myself even
let live die and let dye. Look here you take a pill. Here
you're white in the face. Liberative order. One can't sleep? That's worse.
Oh no, what do you take? Funny nothing? I had ten
minutes sleep since Friday. Well, i'll patch him up later on. Is
he too much for a ride? You think it's where too? We shall
have to leave by aids? What is what is that to do? Hammel?
And what's set in the corner? You see that under those papers and
that remnant of class? Why have you a musical turn? Looks our big
bight? I wonder if it plays as a wretched instruments? How did you
come back? I can't remember humor upon it. I should have discarded it
long ago. It's been done. Attach your vote? Can you play glory
to thee my God this night for all the blessings of the light that shows
me really feel our blessing to say? Well, as an old Hyppo Christ,
you leave that lead that him alone. It's associated in my mind with
the most sacred recollections, summer evenings in the country, stained glass windows,
light going down, and you and she jamming your hits together over one hym
book. They'll do ham you'll see it when you're seven. Fat was deep
in hell. It's an insult to the deity to pretend we're anything but tortured
rebels. Take two pails. Hamo, you're in a vile temper. I'll
go see to the dinner. Hey, fear must have de goot chaps as
a very tough days. Hut. Let me see why did you get this?
Meet? Who's responsible for that? You do not hunt for a book?
And that you fool will have been ill? Where did you get this
execrable piece of high I ain't pay for masister in the village, she raises,
got some sense of very chief. This isn't fit for eleven. You
can see you meet humor. I ought to give you a last of her.
Please must have he will return to money. Why his man? Stay
out of this name. I'm leaving and control yourself. He's been nasty and
insulting. We arrived. He's not well. You can see that he's Feverishire
is no excuse to abuse a servant. I'm still supposed to be civilized men.
Fever or not. None of us has the right to treat the natives
into mainly and Cuma's an exceptionally devoted houseboy. Well what did you? What
did you do to Tuma? Not that it concerns you, lands, but
I slapped you. He's been kicking me. I can't hope you dinner.
Well, it's just as well. I'm leaving. I'll ride with you,
or you're both riding off or not? Please please say I can find food
murder, thank you? No, I'm all. I don't know what's the
matter with you, yut of what. I've enjoyed my Sunday visits, but
not this one. You've been disagreeable and insulting ever since we arrive. You're
too dutchy, and you're rude and scant of cassay. I thank you for
your past hospitality. Coming up first first, or please don't leave me.
I'm not well all right? Oh, thank you? Thank you. I
see you outlines, I feel I feel faith. The heats come right back,
doctor, I'll sir as I humble for come. I believe he can't
stay here as you please, Perhaps he'll have an excellence. You are angry,
yes, ready you watch yourself as fast, honor. We couldn't do
very well with aunt show. Would I see you a week from now?
And I dunno I darted art. He'll be different once as well. I
hope you'll reconsider hum well. I may if I were used byst how I'd
dismantle his guns killia. That's very good of you to stay on first,
or I'll have humor make up a bed for you. How do you feel?
I feel ill? I can't sleep, head, hot throat, feeling
bertier pretty, for pity's sake, give me something to put me to sleep,
found sleep, if it's only for six hours, If I would be
able to sleep for days, I can't stand it. But I am nearly
mad. For a week, I've had to sink and spell out every word
that's comes from my lips. Isn't that enough to drive a man mad?
I can't see correctly, and I've I've lost my sense of touch. My
skin aches. Bake me sleep? All right? All right? I look
here, Wait a minute, man, you're pinching my arm. You're luck
if you don't give me something worse. No, I didn't mean that.
Don't be angry, spot, But what's that? The silver case containing a
Needle's the thing I hate to use. All I've heard at your arm.
Now in a few minutes, the more you will be in to work.
Light down men, and wait, I think I think I'm beginning to go
off low. Oh, it's positively heavenly suppost law. You must give me
that case to keep. You must, you must, you must not on
your life now, my friend, sleeplessness of your kind is to relax the
moral fiber and matters of life and death. So I shall just take the
liberty of spiking your guns. For the British in India, who lived and
worked in outposts of civilization, life was arduous. The unrelenting heat was stability.
The Indians, far from Bombay and Calcutta were primitive. Life was temporary
and cheap. To the credit of the British, they worked hard to improve
the life of the natives, all the while trying hard to cling to their
own more civilized ways, and sometimes they cracked up. I'll return shortly with
that. Men who live in the temperate zone find it hard to adjust to
living under a constant blazing sun, to seasons of violent change, torrential rains,
lent months of scorching heat. In time, it weakens a man and
muddles his mind. His moral fiber weakens. He resents his isolation and may
rebel against it by being abusive too. He came out to help. That
undoubtedly was what happened to Hummel, whom the jungle seems to have driven near
mad doctor spurt or where is the man? Ah? First? What the
devil after my guns? Is he? What are you doing? May I
ask her? You start with me? Well, I you'd hope, so
you fool ah? You're lucid again. That's a good sign. Have you
finished? Yes? I have. I've taken the cartridges out of your twelve
bore. I believe in taking precautions when I'm with someone suffering from delirium.
Such a man is not to be trusted. Yeah, you seem better.
Well, that morphia doesn't work generally. I'm quick as lightning, but you
you clogged my feet. I was nearly caught lore. You are what of
our place? The place down here? I've been afraid of it for months.
It's made every night a hell for me, And yet I'm I'm not
conscious of having done anything wrong. And look here, I'll give you another
dirt. We'll stop your nightmares. Now tell me exactly what your trouble is,
then will you put me to Sleep's first off, put me quite to
sleep. If you don't, I'll be caught and die. I'll die.
Tell me well, a blind face that cries and can't wipe his eyes,
A blind face that chases me down corridors? Whose face I will put me
to sleep? You have the silver case? Yes, right here? You
must go on? Leave how moo as soon as possible? Were it occurs
to me that unless I drink something, I shall go out before my time?
Hot tea three four cups? Excellent remedy against he had the pleasing doctor.
Doctor sma, yes, but it's late. I thought you'd left or
gone to bed. Did he hurt you? He said he would lush me.
I did not cheat him, My sister, I lush her for selling
such old good meat. No fresh meat. Master does not hunt for many
days? Will you prepare some tea for me? Chuma? Yes, I
meet tea? Thank you? Are you staying on? You're going to be
wrong? I bring the tea? Or he's a seat in her first time
in long time, doctor years. Perhaps I should have my tea on the
veranda. Do not go on veranda? Jackals? Oh, jackals say yes,
they come around. Oh yes, muster, many jack courage will come.
Why do you say that because those from dark places are in cottage here?
Well, perhaps you're right when I shall have my tea in here if
I may? Yes? Whatever or should boil you? Hear jackals? Can
you tell me what happened to Master Jamins? He did? Oh? Yes,
I know, shot in head? Muster say, giving sir hip clean
gun and did shoot him? He very good hunter. So I understand?
Who are those from the dark places? To evil spirits here in cottage?
Maybe I go to the starry in the village. No one from a dark
places? There's oh good heavens? Almost noon? Tuma, Tuma, yes,
yes, yes, yes, must have? Yes, yes, it's
almost mid day. Why didn't you awaken? Doctors are say your sleep?
Why are you cowering? Are you afraid of something? He stay? But
do not lash me? Muster lash you good jobs plenty, tough ship.
I have no idea what you're talking about. As a doctor with Mark m
and Veranda not so hot today? Oh that will be a blessing breakfast?
Uma, yes, yes, must have? How are you a good morning?
Does it? A? Tuma asked me not to lash. What's that
about you laws you were off the rail last night. Oh I don't remember.
You must have had a touch of the sun. You verhave very badly.
Loudess was unforgiving when he rode off, or I'll apologize when he's here
at Sunday. Look here, if I write you a medical certificate, will
you apply for leave on the spot more? Why not? You want it?
Or it won't be so bad now that you've shown me the way.
Morphia is an extreme measure. I can't prescribe it as a regular measure.
I can always wire you if I become desperate. Besides, now that I've
got into the way of sleeping, it'll be all right. Oh you wouldn't
trust me with your silver case, which you've no I feel a new man
laugh thanks to you, Spurst. Or you'll returning to kapnow, well I
must, but I'll try to look you up every other day. Er.
Just what did I do last night, Spursal, I's best forgot. I'd
rather than know where you were quarrelsome and insulting to us, including tumor.
The chops were tough, and you lost your temper with him and slapped it.
You're fortunate, he didn't leave. I am not a cruel man spursal,
but any men can be provoked into curly. And you were by that
nightmare of yours. You must remember that. Er I'd much rather forget it,
and you should. Your daylight is an attitote, and so is morphia,
and so is sleep. You rely on a good night's sleep, is
yours? Come on now? Yeah, well goodbye, and do stay indoors.
They heat's beginning to build up. Since sufferable heat. Well, what
in Heaven's name is that? Again? I always was before when I was
suffering from over work, tumor tumor. Yes, muster, yes, oh
better, you'll come out of some see it. Look there on the veranda.
He's not seeing you there, saying, of course there is. It's
a figure of of my snuff. You you are und the veranda. If
the thing slides away from me, all the one teasing, it's like a
ghost held out only my eyes stomach the out of water. But if it
walks, my head is going. I make hot tea preenty quick, muster
help it we got inside? Yes, yes, keep smoking away from you,
Sit down, I make hot tea. It's dessarving, like swimming specks
in my eyes. The thing walked away. My mind, my mind,
it's going Master, Master, doctor, muster, doctor, What are you
doing here? Chuma? I'm very busy. Oh, Master, bad you
come? No, no, no, I can't leave the men. Everyone
needs my attention. Mustar she's self dear delirium. He say, silver box
and get way medicines out of the question. Chuma, he's pega. Oh
please, doctor, you make him well. It can't help. I'm very
sorry. Look, give him plenty of hot tea and make him lie down.
You're afraid he catch him. Go to the apothecary, tell him to
see Master Humble. I simply cannot leave, Chuma, and do the best
you can. I'll be by on Sunday, not before only Truema. Master.
Oh where's the doctor? No he he not come, coolly sick doctor
cannot leave. He come, he sayd by end of week. I go
to apocary. He say he not come her. I'll have his bloody truth
swine. Why did the apocary say he wouldn't come? Not understand? Master?
Did he say something about about Jevin's dead buried somewhere? I know that?
What did he say on later to Jevins is dead and buried somewhere.
What else did he say? On nay him dead? He shot himself accidentally?
Y? Yes, yes, yes, master, yes, Master,
yes not should ring your spotting actor. I make key and pick shot dinner.
I don't care what you're to look up. You'll write on feel lots
better, Master. It's walking through the room. I am walking through the
room. I see it walking away because it's back to me, my figure.
I see it. But and isn't that blowns? Blowns? Jevins,
as I recall, was a good man with a rifle. Oh yes,
quite expert an a man who is good with arms. Accidentally himself? Oh
yes, yes, accidentally. But he wanted to write her advoss saying that
it was you assigned. I remember saying so to you insperso you all live
because there was no evidence to prove suicide. Did you'll morrow in the apothecary.
I'm in charge of this section of the railroad line. What you say
is law in the sense, Yes, I am the law. You discovered
the body, Yes, I land his house boy. You saw Jemans the
week before he appeared in good health. The onset of fever and cholera can
be swift is suffered from cholera. He was dead, but the symptom.
No determination was made. Their apothecary must have had an opinion. You'll have
to ask him. There was no autopsy out here. That's rare. Men
go out like flies. Why are you asking me all these questions? Lowance,
last Sunday or acting veriest train. I haven't slept for a long time.
Yes, that could explaining. It walked through this room, the figure,
the figure of me, as if I'd stepped out of my body.
It walked past me, and then it walked out. Oh my eyes,
spots darted around in my eyes. I tried paris my s longer. It's
burst. I need you, Chia Chuma, thank he I come. Regie
must say. I'm frightened. No, no, muster, you'll stay out
of shot. I can't run fast enough for some loons are chasing me.
Tell him not to chase me. Telligence, yes, muster, yes,
I tell him, rub any faster. My feet are heavy. I'm afraid
to my priest. You're right, arm Muster, you'll sleep. I can't
sleep when a child runs out to me. Muster a lounge, not here,
not louds who said anything about lows not louds. Some thing that chases
be don't you understand? Yes, yes, Muster yes, who who is
it? Funal woes from dark places? Muster Man is resilient. His body
can endure great hardships. What sustains him is a sound, clear mind.
When that slips for whatever reason, his mind becomes his enemy. Physical pain
is not as devastating as mental torments, and that is what has driven Humble
to the edge of insanity. I will return shortly with Act three. W
J De Troy Regard Kipperling was born in Bombay in eighteen sixty five. When
he returned from school in England, he was seventeen, and his father,
then curator of the museum in Lahore, got him a job as assistant editor
of the Civil and Military Gazette. It was during his leisure that he began
to write his stories of India. His information was firsthand. Often at night,
he said, he would wander till dawn in all manner of odd places,
in and about the narrow gullies under the Mosque of Wazir Khan, and
he met the soldiery. His stories ring true. He knew his subjects,
he knew Hummel. The following Sunday, Spurstoe reined in his horse and fa
la la oh no bottom Awa that he still stuck out in the desert.
Hers pull up for a few minuts. He was like a cigarette her and
a word about hum all. No, I was unable to visit him.
That the coolies are too sick. I didn't think i'd see you today,
her, as I decided the last minute. Any change out here is welcome,
even if it means holding my tongue when Hummel is a music and quite
right too. Ernest had changed for a day, and it's good for our
pent up frustrations, as I have plenty of those. As a doctor,
you can do something for those who are ill. I'm supposed to minister to
the body politic. I tell you what. It's almost hopless. Old timber
Sides zacked it up again. Her. Yes, it's one miserable intrigue after
another. You know he has absolutely no interest in improving a lot of the
natives. Will it ever change? No, no, no, not in
my lifetime. I should tackle the king with a light hand, glowance.
They'll hate you quite enough under any circumstances. It's where he worked. I'd
sooner be with youth, but so would you. I don't think so.
Oh really bad week, oh very, but I'm happy to see you truly.
Well, we're here, and that's a leassuring as you know that.
I ay many places knees where it's not good or kind to let your acquaintances
drop out of sight, even for one short week. Yeah, that's really
why I decided to write in pubble. May be well enough to join us,
he said. A week to recover the apothecary probably fixed him up more,
as he is a conscientious man, I'd say so. Oh, miss.
He wanted to certify Jevins's death as suicide. I wonder what really did
happen? Well, accidental death is a more dignified way of going out.
I'm inclined to believe it's the proof. Jevins wasn't your sital No no,
and of course there's another old turn. No no, that's imagining and couldn't
be true. Hello, Juma, you'll come in cottage? Yes, yes,
of course, something wrong? Yes, basta, where's your master?
Tuma? He just send you to dark places here he was cut, not
able to escape with sufficient speed. Dead you'll come, yes, I'll have
a look at him. He may be just asleep. Master m de run
ved. This is dead court chap alongs past the bodice too warm, she
as cholera. No, he had seaver and he was being ridden by a
nightmare, and it pursued him in the dark places. What kind of nonsense
is that he was afraid to fall asleep? That's about all I can tell
you, Loves that night I spent with him, very trying. By the
way, he told me that a blind face that cries and cannot wipe its
eyes, a blind face chased him down corridors. I suspect that his year's
out here. The remorseless heat, the unrewarding work building, the real line,
poor food, all those began to affect his mindness, and says,
as his mind was wondering. But dark places not a that's superstitious and ignorant.
Were to us, it's not to the natives. You hurt tumor.
He also told me that there were evil spirits in the cottage. What rubbish.
Look at Hummel's eyes, good Lord, shut his eyelids. I can
see helen those eyes. Am I implore you to yes, doctor, when
did your master go to bed he live in or twelve he was will then?
How you do know? No, he was not ill. He did
not sleep for sid nights to say no, I see him walking much very
late in the night. What do you think too he descended into a dark
placus. He's not able to escape into sufficient speed. Go out and prepare
the seals to be set on the Sahib's property. I tell other servants to
stay away until you until you recontail of Sahib's property. They are all thieves
and they would steal. Or what did he die? Asked Versa. M
hm, As far as I can make out, he that from anything,
stop each of the heart's action, heat apperplexy or some other visitation. He
suddenly was scared today, looked those eyes us cover up the face? Is
there any fear on earth that can turn a man into that lightness? It
is ghastly, Please besto cover it up? No fear on pus m hmm.
Willing to take a half a day, not together any sort of coffin
and tell the coolies to break ground next to Jevin's grave. Yeah, says
I sees would at once have shod feelings and must have property. Good man
to mar thank you. Even spirits ship have been in cottage. They have
gotten now, from which I infer that they have made their way into Hummel
and will be buried with him. Do you want tea and food? Doctor?
You have come a long way? Tea? Yes? Yes, please,
no food, Dina, I have no appetite. Tumor what happens to
you? Maybe sha Hebrew takes master's place, he will keep me on.
Otherwise he returned to my sister in the village. Excuse please? What is
that? He? Oh? This a camera? She teach black books.
Yes, he takes pictures. I go to a boy water for tea.
I think you should go veranda. I serve you there. I really wonder
could I capture that on film? First? All right here on the veranda,
I say, you've got chum start up and black box of yours?
What is it? Either the natives veel aout pictures? Yes, yes,
of course. The camera's an instrument of the devil. It imprisons their faces
on film and captures their souls and as well by respect there so so do
I what's this got to do with a picture I might take of the late
Hummel. There's something grizzly about it for one thing, and well tumors afraid
that the picture would capture the evil ones. And man, I do not
like it. It isn't in medical science. What isn't things in a dead
man's eyes? You saw from Oh for goodness, Saft leave that horror alone.
I see a native die of pure fright, but a tiger chivied him.
I ain't know what kill, indeed will I'm going to try to see
tana bishkit and some slashed mid sage roots. Scellent. Thank you Tooba the
doctor. He'll be her directly. Yes, with the master. He has
black box. Good good lord, that's Humble's voice. Hut spursto, spursto
s fasto. I've I'm all right. I heard hess you to the picture?
Who he was impossible? Of course? What will it look like?
I destroyed the film. There was nothing to photograph, and you smashed the
camera. I didn't. We'd better leave round, go back to work.
I've written the this certificate. Yes, I have my horse. Yes we
can pick them up when we come back for the burial. We leave them
with the sa more. Did you take a picture? I told you it
was impossible. That's a lie. Just what did happen? I distinctly heard
Hammel shriek as if he as if he were being burned in hell. I
really don't remember any part of it. I don't believe you. My dearth
has a let's forget it, shall We were in such a state now that
we'd believe anything. Was it Jevins? I beg your pardon? Do you
believe that Jevins died accidentally? Or was a suicide whom we have humbled report
about that Jevins fumbled the trigger on his guns. There there is an alternative,
isn't there? I never realized that you have such a vivid imagination,
though I am just trying to be rational. Well, without evidence, I
haven't the vaguest idea what to infer. Let me answer it this way,
louds and I'm not being facetious. There may be heaven, thou must be
held. Meanwhile, there is our life here. Lowndes had made up his
mind. The death of the job contractor Jevans broke Hummel's spirit and mind because
Hummell murdered him. But did he death was certified as accidental? Was it?
No one will ever know? And Kipling leaves it up to us to
reach our own conclusion. The one fact we have is that Hummel's deterioration followed
soon after Jevans died. That preyed on Hummel's mind. He couldn't sleep,
he was pursued by a thing with a blind face, that it caught up
with him. I'll be back short. What did doctor Spurstoe experience when he
took that picture of Hummel's eyes? Did an ectoplasmic Hummel reach out from the
image? On the negative? Is that why there was that thrashing about noise?
Your guess is as good as mine. Is it all improbable? The
painter Matisse once showed a picture to a visitor who said, I've never seen
a woman like that, to which he replied, it isn't a woman,
madam, It's a picture. If a painter has permitted certain distortions, why
not the writer of fiction. Ourcast included John Beale, Court Benson, and
Earl Hammond. The entire production was under the direction of i'mon Brown now a
preview of our next tale. This must have been made by one of the
master carvers, and the age of it nineteenth dynasty. Am I right?
The original probably was. This five foot five statue is a copy from the
Edwards collection. Even copies aren't cheap. I don't know what to tell your
Ramsey. It's a physical impossibility for the statue to move. You must have
imagined it. I didn't. I tell you it's physic