Speaker 1: Escape. Escape Tonight to Ancient Egypt.
Speaker 2: The Columbia Broadcasting System and it's a plated stations presents Escape,
Speaker 2: a new series of programs, of which this the sixth
Speaker 2: is The Ring of Though by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,
Speaker 2: produced and directed by William and Robson wherever the English
Speaker 2: language is spoken. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is known for
Speaker 2: two things, his immortal character Sherlock Holmes, and his unshakable
Speaker 2: belief in life beyond the grave. So great is the
Speaker 2: statue of Sherlock Holmes that Conan Doyle's earlier stories are
Speaker 2: all but forgotten, stories like The Ring of Thought, which
Speaker 2: so clearly anticipates the author's later fascination with spiritualism. We
Speaker 2: invite you now to Escape to Ancient Egypt and The
Speaker 2: Ring of Pot, an adventure told in the words of
Speaker 2: John Vamsidard Smith, British edyptologist.
Speaker 3: I arrived in Paris on the three fourteen express from
Speaker 3: d'epp and went immediately to my hotel in the Rue
Speaker 3: de la Fitte. My actions so far had worked out
Speaker 3: according to my planned schedule. I slept for exactly two hours,
Speaker 3: got up and dressed, donned a greatcoat, walked down the
Speaker 3: Avenue de l'o parre and entered the side door of
Speaker 3: the louver. Once inside and amid surroundings entirely familiar to me,
Speaker 3: I made my way immediately to the chamber of Egyptian Relics,
Speaker 3: or more specifically, to the cabinet in that chamber which
Speaker 3: contained the El Kabre collection of papyri. Drawing out the
Speaker 3: particular role I wished, I placed it on a near
Speaker 3: by table, sat down began to study it when I
Speaker 3: noticed one of the museum attendants, who was polishing some
Speaker 3: brass work across the room. His face struck me as
Speaker 3: being curiously Egyptian. On sudden impulse, I decided to cross
Speaker 3: the room and speak to him. Approaching closer, I was
Speaker 3: impressed at once by the appearance of his skin, drawn
Speaker 3: tautly across temple and cheek. It seemed as glazed in,
Speaker 3: as shiny as varnished parchment, and out of narrowed slits
Speaker 3: there glowed two green and vitreous eyes, misty with a
Speaker 3: dry shininess, eyes of a kind never seen in a
Speaker 3: human head. Before I I beg your pardon, I need
Speaker 3: one of the papyrye from the Memphis collection. Could you
Speaker 3: tell me where it is?
Speaker 4: You'll find it in the last cabinet at the end
Speaker 4: of the room.
Speaker 3: Monsieur M thank you. Uh your Egyptian, aren't you.
Speaker 4: No, Monsieur I I am a Frenchman?
Speaker 3: But oh, I thought the happy if Monsieur.
Speaker 4: Will excuse me, now, I have other work.
Speaker 3: To I went back to the table and took up
Speaker 3: the papyrus I had been studying before. But my former
Speaker 3: calmness in translating the intricate hieroglyphics was gone, and out
Speaker 3: of the depths of my mind whiled a feeling of
Speaker 3: terrible familiarity. I concentrated more deeply on my studies, pushing
Speaker 3: aside those thoughts conducive to mental turmoil, and at last,
Speaker 3: worn out by the inward struggle, I fell asleep. I
Speaker 3: awoke with a start, not remembering where I was. It
Speaker 3: was quite dark for a moment, Then gradually my eyes
Speaker 3: focused on the glints of moonlight reflected from the glass
Speaker 3: tops of specimen tables, from the shiny vanish of the
Speaker 3: mummy cases, and I realized, with a feeling of sudden dread,
Speaker 3: that I was alone in the egypt room of the museum.
Speaker 3: Of the louver, locked in for the night, and I
Speaker 3: saw at that moment, approaching through the moonlit halls, a
Speaker 3: dim yellow flame. Nearer and nearer it came, until I
Speaker 3: could perceive above it, as though floating in the air,
Speaker 3: the eerie, glistening face of the man I had spoken
Speaker 3: to earlier. I shrank into the dark shadow of my corner,
Speaker 3: and he passed without seeing me, stopping before the mummy
Speaker 3: cases a few yards away. Scarcely daring to breathe, I
Speaker 3: watched him place the light on a table and begin
Speaker 3: feverishly to examine the tags on the specimens. In a moment,
Speaker 3: he gave up a cry of delight, and uh drawing
Speaker 3: one of the mummies from its resting place, laid it
Speaker 3: on the table in the full glow of the lantern,
Speaker 3: and set to work. He was unwinding the wrappings from
Speaker 3: the head of the corpse. A few turns revealed a
Speaker 3: tumbled cascade of black curls, a few more the snow
Speaker 3: white brow, then the delicate nostrils, and at last the full, warm,
Speaker 3: passionate lips, the face of the most beautiful woman the
Speaker 3: world has ever seen.
Speaker 4: Ah, my poor Petitte, So long it has been so
Speaker 4: very long. You must forgive me, beloved.
Speaker 3: I could hardly believe my eyes. The man was obviously
Speaker 3: in love with this mummy. After a while, he left
Speaker 3: the body, turning his attention to one of the glass
Speaker 3: cases filled with an assortment of rings. From a pocket
Speaker 3: of his garment, he'd taken a small glass bottle containing
Speaker 3: some kind of liquid, and he used this now to
Speaker 3: test the rings, rejecting them one after another. Then at last,
Speaker 3: this is it.
Speaker 4: It's the one. At last I found it, the ring
Speaker 4: of thought.
Speaker 3: In his excitement, he dropped the bottle, and I gasped
Speaker 3: in surprise at the sudden sound.
Speaker 4: Who's there?
Speaker 3: I I, I beg your pardon.
Speaker 4: Ah, so it is you. No, do not mo i.
Speaker 3: I I didn't mean to spy on you. I I
Speaker 3: fell asleep.
Speaker 4: Who are you, monsieur?
Speaker 3: I am John Vansittart Smith, a student of Egyptology.
Speaker 4: No matter, you will observe this knife. Yes, had I
Speaker 4: discovered you five minutes ago, monsieur, I should have slain
Speaker 4: you without a word. What as it is now? I
Speaker 4: have found the ring, but I warn you not to
Speaker 4: interfere with me in any way.
Speaker 3: I really haven't the slightest intention of it. After all,
Speaker 3: I'm only here by accident. Perhaps, I say, you shouldn't
Speaker 3: have unwrapped that mummy. You know it's starting to deteriorate already, Oh,
Speaker 3: my beloved, Yes, before our eyes, the lovely face was crumbling,
Speaker 3: the hair falling away, the skin shriveling and cracking, the
Speaker 3: lips fading. The man hovered over the decaying body a moment,
Speaker 3: murmuring sorrowfully, and then he turned again.
Speaker 4: No matter, that will not make the least difference in
Speaker 4: a little while. Of what importance is the dead shell?
Speaker 4: So long as her spirit waits for me at the
Speaker 4: other side of the vale?
Speaker 3: What are you talking about? What is it you're proposing
Speaker 3: to do.
Speaker 4: To night, monsieur? I have ended a quest and broken
Speaker 4: at last the ancient curse. Nothing now can prevent my
Speaker 4: joining her.
Speaker 3: I are you actually claiming that you you knew her?
Speaker 4: She was Atma, daughter of the governor of Abaris, and
Speaker 4: both she and I lived in the reign of Tutmosis
Speaker 4: three thousand, five hundred years ago.
Speaker 3: You're obviously mad.
Speaker 4: Perhaps, but not in the way you think. There may
Speaker 4: be desire this you are coming here. It may be
Speaker 4: decreed that I should leave some account behind as a
Speaker 4: warning to other mortals as rash as myself very well,
Speaker 4: then so be it. I am, as you surmised, an Egyptian.
Speaker 4: My name was Sassrah, and my father had been the
Speaker 4: chief priest of Osiris in the great Temple of Abaris,
Speaker 4: which stood in those days upon the bubastic branch of
Speaker 4: the Nile. I was brought up in the temple and
Speaker 4: was trained in all those mystic arts and sciences known
Speaker 4: to the pre.
Speaker 1: All of all the mysteries that I studied, none intrigued
Speaker 1: me more than the question of life and death. And
Speaker 1: even to this question, in time I found an answer.
Speaker 5: But for a man to live beyond his allotted span
Speaker 5: of years, Master Sostra, the gods have not so ordained.
Speaker 1: It, ha, Then perhaps they will have to revise their ordinances,
Speaker 1: now that I have discovered their secret.
Speaker 5: Tis not well to jest I tremble, for though I
Speaker 5: have labored in your service for a year, I knew
Speaker 5: not the goal of your endeavors, your cyahs.
Speaker 1: Forgive me, ah, what a pity you look upon it
Speaker 1: this way, For I'd thought that in return for your assistance,
Speaker 1: I should grant you too the gift of centuries of
Speaker 1: indestructible life.
Speaker 5: I would not have it, Master Sascer, and I beg
Speaker 5: that you too, forgo it.
Speaker 3: Forego it.
Speaker 1: I introduced the fluid into my my veins one month ago.
Speaker 3: Oh no, then you are lost, indeed lost?
Speaker 1: Do you call this being lost? Let's see now my
Speaker 1: heart should be about here, about life.
Speaker 3: No, don't muster you.
Speaker 1: You've killed yourself, not at all. See it bleeds a little,
Speaker 1: but in a while the wound will close up, and
Speaker 1: that's all you. It's it's immortality. No, I shall not
Speaker 1: live forever, but for five thousand, perhaps six thousand years,
Speaker 1: I shall be immune from all dangers of violence, poison, disease, starvation.
Speaker 1: You you cannot die now with this fluid in my veins. Nothing,
Speaker 1: nothing in this world can end my life.
Speaker 3: Dottra, doltra, Are you there?
Speaker 1: Someone cast it's Parmes, the priest of thought in here,
Speaker 1: my friend.
Speaker 3: Enter, Oh greeting sorcerer, master of sciences and his worthy assistant.
Speaker 5: If you will excuse me, masters, I go to make
Speaker 5: my peace with those halves.
Speaker 3: What's wrong with your helper, sauser?
Speaker 1: The thought of a well nigh eternal life has frightened
Speaker 1: him into gibbering superstition.
Speaker 3: Then you still believe in the discovery.
Speaker 1: Believe in it. Parme's my friend. Look, by the heavens,
Speaker 1: what a scar it pierces the heart was done only
Speaker 1: a moment ago with this knife.
Speaker 4: Hmmm.
Speaker 1: See I can put it back in the wound.
Speaker 3: So you you suffered no ill effects, none whatever. And
Speaker 3: if I if I turned the knife in the wound,
Speaker 3: that would do you no harm.
Speaker 1: You may try it. I feel nothing. I walked last
Speaker 1: week in the snake pits by the river, was struck
Speaker 1: innumerable times. It caused no.
Speaker 3: Harm by the greater Nubis.
Speaker 1: Will you have it? Then, out of all Egypt, I
Speaker 1: have chosen only you, my friend, to share the gift.
Speaker 1: But the choice is yours.
Speaker 3: It's not'd be a fool to refuse Saser. I'll have it.
Speaker 3: And now what must I do?
Speaker 1: First? We must open a vein in your wrists like this. Oh,
Speaker 1: then we drip the elixir slowly into your blood stream. Steady.
Speaker 3: Now, I I don't feel anything.
Speaker 1: There is no sensation. It is done so.
Speaker 3: Simple, there is nothing more.
Speaker 1: That's all and now done. It can never be changed.
Speaker 3: It seems incredible, supernatural.
Speaker 1: It's no more than a chemical discovery. But with it.
Speaker 1: While all this about us passes away, You and I
Speaker 1: parmeis we'll live on for fifty centuries. Think of it,
Speaker 1: my friend, five thousand years of life, five.
Speaker 3: Thousand years only the two of us.
Speaker 1: Listen that noise. Some procession must be passing in the street.
Speaker 3: I have an idea what it may be. Come on
Speaker 3: over to the window the road, Stand back, and make
Speaker 3: weight for the loveliest pearl of deeps.
Speaker 1: She's being carried on the shoulders of slaves, parmies. She
Speaker 1: must be some woman of rank.
Speaker 3: Her name is Atmah. She's the daughter of the new governor.
Speaker 1: Her curtains are drawn back. Perhaps we'll have a look
Speaker 1: at her.
Speaker 3: Oh, parness, is she not beautiful?
Speaker 1: She is the most desirable, the only utterly desirable woman
Speaker 1: I've ever seen in my life.
Speaker 3: Yes, I saw her yesterday at the temple.
Speaker 1: Then you're most fortunate, my friend. You've had twenty four
Speaker 1: more hours to dream about her than I have had.
Speaker 1: I must know her, Parmies, I must make her love me.
Speaker 1: I'll send gifts. I'll call on her tomorrow. Oh it
Speaker 1: has to be then.
Speaker 6: I couldn't wait any longer than tomorrow.
Speaker 4: Ah.
Speaker 2: A visitor calls upon the beloved of the universe.
Speaker 7: He is Sasser, priest of the Temple of Osiris.
Speaker 8: Well bid him approach and.
Speaker 1: Per Sastra, almost beautiful of all Egypt. I cast myself
Speaker 1: at your feet.
Speaker 8: That's a noble ambition. But wouldn't it be much better
Speaker 8: to sit here beside me and watch the fish in
Speaker 8: the fallen?
Speaker 1: Much better?
Speaker 8: You will all withdraw, except you, my girl, play something
Speaker 8: for us at a distance. Well, Sasser, For so I
Speaker 8: understand your called. Am I to deem this an official
Speaker 8: visit by a master of the temple.
Speaker 4: Oh that Mama beloved.
Speaker 1: That is no, it is not official.
Speaker 8: Oh perhaps then you wish to see my father on
Speaker 8: personal business of your own.
Speaker 1: Oh no, no, I shall pay my respects to him
Speaker 1: at some other time.
Speaker 8: Then, could it be I you've come to see? Yes, yes,
Speaker 8: And since you've said the visits not official, your reason
Speaker 8: must be a personal one. Oh it is, well, what
Speaker 8: is it?
Speaker 1: Otmah? I have known women who are famed for their
Speaker 1: beauty throughout the valley of the Nile, but not one,
Speaker 1: not all of them, are so lovely as you.
Speaker 8: How thoughtful of you to come here and tell me, Otmah,
Speaker 8: I've no wish to intrude my desires, my hopes beyond
Speaker 8: such extent as you may wish to hear.
Speaker 1: But oh, I'm finding this very difficulty.
Speaker 8: Oh su ser, I've been told that you're a master
Speaker 8: of science, that you've unlocked the secrets of the universe,
Speaker 8: learned all the mystery of nature itself.
Speaker 1: Your informants have been most generous.
Speaker 8: Yes, I'm inclined to think, so, why because you've discovered
Speaker 8: nothing at all about such a simple thing as a
Speaker 8: woman's heart.
Speaker 1: What do you mean?
Speaker 8: I come from Thebes, and the women of Thebes are
Speaker 8: warm blooded, passionate, and we know what we want. I
Speaker 8: saw you first three days ago. Why do you think
Speaker 8: I told my bearers to carry me down that street
Speaker 8: beneath your window.
Speaker 1: And so, miracle of all miracles, Atma love me worshiping
Speaker 1: the very ground her feet had trod upon. I lived
Speaker 1: through those glorious weeks, and with it all our love
Speaker 1: grew apace. But one thing bore heavily upon my mind,
Speaker 1: and I came to speak of it more often to
Speaker 1: my beloved as we sat and talked by the fountain
Speaker 1: in her garden.
Speaker 8: Look sascer see how the stars shine from the water.
Speaker 1: Yesatma, more lovely even than their glow in the heavens?
Speaker 8: Are they very old?
Speaker 1: The stars very old, beloved, as old as time, and.
Speaker 8: They're gone, gleaming there long years after you and I are.
Speaker 1: Gone and forgotten. Hatma, my dearest. We've talked of this before,
Speaker 1: and I know it distresses you to think of it.
Speaker 8: No, Sorcerer, to night, everything is beautiful. We shall not
Speaker 8: talk of death.
Speaker 1: Not of death, but of life. They are only counterparts
Speaker 1: of one another.
Speaker 8: Oh if we could only live together, grow old together,
Speaker 8: and die in the same instant.
Speaker 1: But how much better to live and love five thousand years?
Speaker 1: Will you not do it? Does so long a time
Speaker 1: seem too great for the love you feel for.
Speaker 8: Me, beloved? No, the time would pass in an instant,
Speaker 8: and the loss then be no easier born than now.
Speaker 1: Then why draw back? Will you not take the elixir now?
Speaker 1: To night?
Speaker 8: I'm afraid, Saser, we'll anger the gods.
Speaker 1: They will outlive the god. They will have their revenge
Speaker 1: whate'er occurred. We'd be together.
Speaker 8: Yes, I've thought of that. Were it not so, I'd
Speaker 8: not even consider doing it.
Speaker 1: Then you'll do it, Otma, you'll do it.
Speaker 8: I need more time, only a little more to assure myself.
Speaker 8: How much to night, Sorcerer, give me to night.
Speaker 1: Every hour you live without the elixir is another hazard.
Speaker 1: All right, Then to night, and may Isis herself guard
Speaker 1: over you until the fluid courses in your veins, and
Speaker 1: so on. That accursed night I went to my chain
Speaker 1: members and slept. And while I slept, the moon of
Speaker 1: Isis shone over the delta of the nile, shone, but
Speaker 1: to light as foul a scene as was ever done
Speaker 1: on earth. Some hours had passed away.
Speaker 8: Master sorcerl awakened, Master, awaken at once?
Speaker 1: You know who?
Speaker 3: Is it true? Where the terrible thing has transpired?
Speaker 1: You? You're one of ATMA's slaves. Why do you come here?
Speaker 3: Oh Master Muster.
Speaker 1: What has happened? What's the matter? Speak?
Speaker 3: It is she the light of the world.
Speaker 1: Tell me what has happened to her?
Speaker 3: Muster, Muster brigands came in the night. She she is dead?
Speaker 4: You lie?
Speaker 3: You lie, speaks the truth.
Speaker 1: FARMI is my friend. What foul jokes behind these words
Speaker 1: of his?
Speaker 3: It's not a joke. Atma is dead. You slave, depart
Speaker 3: from us, Yes, Masters, by your gracious.
Speaker 1: Such a thing cannot be oh, of course, the two
Speaker 1: of you planned it together, sought to frighten me out
Speaker 1: of my wits. It's very amusing, really, but I was
Speaker 1: terrified for a moment.
Speaker 3: Atma no longer lives. She was stabbed to death only
Speaker 3: a short while ago.
Speaker 1: No, oh, no, no, she can't be dead.
Speaker 3: She is dead, Sorcerer, and for all eternity, I must.
Speaker 1: Go to her. Something. Surely, something can be done.
Speaker 3: I killed her?
Speaker 4: What is it?
Speaker 1: What has happened?
Speaker 3: I killed her?
Speaker 4: Oh?
Speaker 3: I struck her through the heart with this very knife.
Speaker 1: You, you, parmes.
Speaker 3: Why because she loved you? Why? And because I loved her, you,
Speaker 3: my friend, she would not look at me?
Speaker 1: And for that you would lose her to both of us, forever.
Speaker 3: To both of us.
Speaker 1: Sorcerer, I think not by the living O Cyrus, give
Speaker 1: me that knife.
Speaker 3: That's it. Strike again, here's the heart here, Strike again
Speaker 3: and then again, s Uestra.
Speaker 1: Wait, what foolishness, I cannot kill you.
Speaker 3: You're wrong, orcer, you have killed me. Those were grief
Speaker 3: as blows.
Speaker 1: But the fluid, that cursed elixir of life, it runs
Speaker 1: in your veins as well as mine.
Speaker 3: True, but in mine is also the antidote.
Speaker 1: You lie there is no antidote.
Speaker 3: Yes day and night, these many weeks I've worked, Have
Speaker 3: I found it?
Speaker 1: You couldn't. Is there more of it?
Speaker 3: Yes, a very little, But you'll never find it.
Speaker 1: Where is it? Tell me where it is.
Speaker 3: In the Ring Sorcerer, in the Ring of Thought, and
Speaker 3: you'll never find it.
Speaker 1: I will, I will.
Speaker 4: I must go on live.
Speaker 7: Live your fifty centuries, and every hour of them. Think
Speaker 7: it was your hand that struck me down with the
Speaker 7: same knife that took her from you. Think while I
Speaker 7: go tis join her.
Speaker 1: Oh no, they're not dead, They're not No, no, no no.
Speaker 1: For months I searched the papers, test tubes, and the
Speaker 1: chemical flasks in the chambers of the dead Priest of Thought,
Speaker 1: searched and found nothing. I sifted the sands where he'd walked,
Speaker 1: questioned his slaves and servants, and learned nothing. Every moment
Speaker 1: of my life, my terrible and unwonted life, was devoted
Speaker 1: to an unceasing hunt for the Ring of Thought, and
Speaker 1: all to no avail. And in time a horde of
Speaker 1: barbarians overran the city of a Barras, and the sands
Speaker 1: of the desert buried forever. The last of my hopes
Speaker 1: and so began the deadly march of the centuries. How
Speaker 1: can you know how terrible a thing time is, you
Speaker 1: who have experienced only the narrow course between the cradle
Speaker 1: and the grave.
Speaker 4: I've floated down the whole stream of history. I have
Speaker 4: traveled in all lands, and I have dwelt with all nations.
Speaker 4: Every tongue is the same to me. I need not
Speaker 4: tell you how slowly the c is drifted by centuries
Speaker 4: without end, years without number. And so I came to
Speaker 4: be one day a few weeks past in San Francisco,
Speaker 4: where I came across a certain item in a newspaper.
Speaker 9: Among recent discoveries in Lower Egypt is an unopened mummy
Speaker 9: case containing, according to the inscription on the outside, the
Speaker 9: body of the daughter of the governor of Arbaris in
Speaker 9: the days of Tutmosis. In the same burial crypt, dropped
Speaker 9: into a crevice between the stones, was found a large
Speaker 9: platinum ring of singular design. Both specimens have been sent
Speaker 9: for examination to the Louver in Paris.
Speaker 3: So I presume you came here to Paris obtained this
Speaker 3: position of attendant in the Louver with the idea.
Speaker 4: Only yesterday, Monsieur Smith, as you may imagine I had
Speaker 4: little difficulty in convincing the director of my knowledge of
Speaker 4: Egyptian relics.
Speaker 3: The ring, then, the one I saw you remove from
Speaker 3: the case is the ring of thought. Without question, You've
Speaker 3: discovered how the ring must be used.
Speaker 4: The secret is obvious. See the stone is hollow, and
Speaker 4: drops of liquid move within it.
Speaker 3: Have you considered the possibility that this antidote may not
Speaker 3: perform the function which has been claimed for it?
Speaker 4: It will, monsieur, and there'll be no need of a
Speaker 4: knife to strike me down. My death was due in
Speaker 4: a time long past, and only this damnable fluid that
Speaker 4: runs through my veins supports the weight of my years.
Speaker 4: I delay no longer. I goat to join her where
Speaker 4: she waits for me death.
Speaker 3: No, don't, oh.
Speaker 4: Too late. I've broken the gem. I've taken the antidote.
Speaker 3: I stood and watched him with a terrible fascination, but
Speaker 3: without pity and without compassion. He turned away from me
Speaker 3: and reeled toward the mummy he'd left on the table
Speaker 3: across the room. But even as he turned, the parchment
Speaker 3: skin of his face cracked and shredded. Discolored lips shriveled
Speaker 3: away from the yellow teeth, the vitreous eyes withered into
Speaker 3: nubs of formless plasm, and the full weight of his
Speaker 3: thirty five hundred years descended on him. In an instant,
Speaker 3: I left that room of death and walked over the
Speaker 3: marble floors toward the exit, my footsteps echoing through the
Speaker 3: empty halls, even as they had echoed for so long
Speaker 3: in the corridors of time. And I wondered as I walked,
Speaker 3: if Sorcerer knew now what I knew, that the antidote
Speaker 3: in the ring of Thoth can bring death to the body,
Speaker 3: but not to the soul. And I wondered in what
Speaker 3: cloak of flesh his spirit now dwelt, just as I Parmes,
Speaker 3: Priest of Thoth, had for the last forty years of
Speaker 3: my thirty five hundred dwelt in the body of John
Speaker 3: vansitat Smith.
Speaker 7: The Doughty.
Speaker 1: He's so little and solim well now he's only two
Speaker 1: days old.
Speaker 8: But he doesn't look a bit like either his father
Speaker 8: or me.
Speaker 9: Givin time, my dear, all babies look pretty much alike
Speaker 9: when they're first born.
Speaker 8: I don't know it he is eyes or it's silly,
Speaker 8: of course, but he looks like an Egyptian.
Speaker 2: Produced and directed by William N. Robson the Ring of
Speaker 2: Thoth by Sir Roarthur Conan Doyle was adapted for radio
Speaker 2: by Les Crutchfield, with Jack Webb as Sorcerer, Thomas freebarn
Speaker 2: Smith as Van Sidart Smith, and John Banks as Atma.
Speaker 2: The special musical score was conceived and conducted by Cypewer.
Speaker 2: Escape is presented by the Columbia Broadcasting System and it's
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