Speaker 1: To come in welcome. I'm E. G. Marshall.
Speaker 2: It's been said that you can always recognize a werewolf
simply by shaking hands. If the handshaker has hair on
the inside of his palms, queed a werewolf. Of course,
this is an old wives tale. As for me, I'm
perfectly willing to accept the fact that the whole idea
of werewolves was absurdly exaggerated by the superstitious during the
Middle Ages. However, I would like some explanation of the
concept everyone recognizes today of the subconscious, something inside a
person which can take over and utterly control a person's
mind and actions, particularly under great stress.
Speaker 3: Get it off, get a.
Speaker 1: Work on, get it don't suit, don't suit. I'll be
prepared to spend the rest of your life on your
knees praying the Lord's forgiveness.
Speaker 2: Our mystery drama Night of the Howling Dog was especially
adapted from the classic by Algernon Blackwood for the mystery
theater by Murray Burnett and stars Mason Adams and Norman Rose.
Speaker 1: And W. A. B. C.
Speaker 2: The pages of fiction are filled with surrogates passionately pleading
the causes of other lovers to beautiful ladies, the characters
of Cyrano de Bergerac, John Olden courting Patricia for Miles Standish,
and the Devil himself serenading the beautiful Margarita on behalf
of Faust. These are only a few examples that come
immediately to mind. However, I had never heard of a
lover deputizing an animal to forward his suit until now.
And to bring you this amazing story, I introduced an
eye witness. It's strange that as I approached the end
of my years, I now find more people willing to
believe the stories of my adventures with my employer, the
famed psychologist of the occult, Dwaine Carter. But I was
working so closely with Duanne and writing down these excursions
into the dark recesses of men's souls minds, I found
nothing but skeptics. Today, perhaps since we know more, we
now realize there are still things.
Speaker 1: We don't know. At any rate, let me start at
the beginning of this incredible amount love again, when Duayne
and I said goodbye at London's Waterloo Station on a
hot July day in nineteen twelve. Now, Ernie, we've got
a full fall schedule, so you'll be sure to get
plenty of rest. I want you to be raring to
go when we meet in Stockholm on August fifteenth, unless,
of course, you should send for me sooner. Send for
you if I'm gonna need you doing and I'm hardly
gonna have a RESTful vacation. Nonsense. Both of us know
the strange effects to stay in the wilderness can have
of people who wear the trappings of civilization the rest
of the year. You're the one who prescribed getting back
to nature as the prescription that straightened out Timothy Manning's life.
If he hadn't come to consult you, he'd still be
preaching in a pulpit, making his wife and daughters lives miserable.
Isn't the only member of your little party are you?
Are you trying to sound a warning? If so, you'll
have to be more specific. We'll I have nothing specific
in mind, just a feeling that will very probably turn
out to be wrong. You go ahead and enjoy yourself
any and forget what I said. Dwayne must have known
the one thing I could not do was forget what
he say. Dwayne caught. His whole reputation as a scientist
was based on his uncanny sixth sense, an intuition that
enabled him to handle cases too bizarre for other psychiatists,
so I was more than ordinarily alert as our boat
approached the shore of the small island we chosen for
our case. Easy there any Peter, learn your hand and
we'll pull the cutor further up the beach. Then on
load and the ladies were set to the tents and other. Surprise. Ah,
this is the life room for buddy and mind. That's
the place for a man to refuel his soul. And
how did a man go by doing that? Reverend I
let Peter's angry answer that, Peter, there is a perfect
opportunity for you to show Ernie how much you've learned
since you started studying with me.
Speaker 3: There'll be time enough with theology lessons later, Dad. Right now,
Peter could be very useful in getting mother in me
a hand with some of these supplies, or.
Speaker 1: I'll be happy to you anytime at all. I'm always
very happy to help him his money. He is angry.
As a young Canadian studying for the ministry under the
Reverend Manning's tutors. He's been staying with the family back
in New York, and it was obvious that he'd been
spitten by the laughing eyes of Joe Manning, so obvious
that it was sometimes embarrassing to watch the depth of
yearning in his eyes. This was painfully evident the first
night when Peter, Joan and I joined forces exploring our island. Well.
I never realized the Baltic Sea had this many small
islands so close to shore.
Speaker 3: It's so beautiful, the water is so calm. I wish
we had the canoe we could paddle to the other
islands while we still have the Northern Lyn.
Speaker 1: Good idea. You and Peter wait here and I'll go
across it.
Speaker 3: Fa No, let Peter get the canoe. You and I
will wait here.
Speaker 1: You bet I'll be back as soon as I can. Well, Jony,
what was that all about?
Speaker 3: You found me rude?
Speaker 1: Let's say very definite about not wanting to be alone
with Peter.
Speaker 3: Ooh, dear, it's very obvious. Then, I'm sure he.
Speaker 1: Never I wouldn't worry about him, Joan. Surely you know
he's madly in love with you, and you shouldn't feel
upset if you don't like you.
Speaker 3: I don't dislike him, it's just that I see his
eyes on me, seeking, even demanding, and I'm afraid he
might do or say something that would lead to unpleasantness.
Speaker 1: You, Joan Manning the fearless, frightened less.
Speaker 3: I'm serious. There's something about Peter that makes me feel weepy,
something I don't think he knows himself. I'll confess it
draws me, attracts me at the same time that makes
me afraid.
Speaker 1: Joan, I don't know whether you're trying to tell me
you're afraid of Sangri or something in you.
Speaker 3: My heart tells me there's something in Peter Sangree, something
buried deep inside him, something dark and perhaps even dangerous.
And I'm desperately afraid and desperately curious.
Speaker 1: How long has Peter been studying for the ministry of
your dad?
Speaker 3: Almost a year?
Speaker 1: And this is the first time you've had this feeling
about it.
Speaker 3: Yes, it only happened since we came here, away from
New York and civilization. It seems almost what he's been
waiting for. What will you both been waiting for.
Speaker 1: The business of setting up camp for the first few days.
Relegated that strange conversation to the back of my mind.
But the Reverend Tilly brought it back sharply with a
strange prayer. One night, we give thanks to your Lord
for our safe arrival. We also give thanks for our
excellent health, and pray this may continue for all of us,
and the weather be fair, the fish be plentiful, and
but nothing from the Kingdom of Darkness, nor any evil
thing disturbed our night time tranquility. Daddy about that on
just a thought, Jordan. It came into my mind, and
I let the Lord know of it. Reverend, I don't
think we should put thoughts like that in the Lord's mind.
Speaker 4: I think I can explain, mister Simpson for you, Peter, Yes, sir,
you see, I don't know if any of the others
felt it. I know that I sent something, some presence
here on the island with us, but that's impossible.
Speaker 3: Our explorations showed there were two things lacking on our
little island, fresh water and animals.
Speaker 4: I didn't say anything about an animal, Joan, I said,
a presence.
Speaker 1: I'll come children. Perhaps my prayer was out of place.
Let's all be off to our tents and a good
night's rest.
Speaker 3: Who's that, whoever it is, Let's not play tricks. Someone's
going to write I'm coming out and see whoever it
is that's playing this childish game.
Speaker 1: Joan, I'm really sorry about that prayer last night obviously
upset you and made you dream about some animal or
other growling around your tent.
Speaker 3: I distinctly heard the howling of a dog. Didn't anyone
else hear it?
Speaker 1: Of course, not no one else heard it because you
dreamed it because of the lack of water. There's not
an animal of any size on the whole island. You know.
Speaker 4: We have to fetch our water from that little island
across the way.
Speaker 3: I know what I heard, and it wasn't a dream.
Speaker 1: There's nothing to prevent some animals from swimming over. A deer,
for instance, might easily land in the night and decide
to take a look around.
Speaker 3: Mister Simpson, I'd like you and the other men to
come along with me. Mother, you stay here. You've already
seen the tracks, and I want Daddy to apologize to
me and admit that I'm not having bad dreams right
now there, Look, look at those marks on the outside
of the tent. Are you going to tell me that
they're not animal tossing?
Speaker 1: Certainly they are. These tracks appear to have been made
by some type of fairly large animal. I apologize. I'm sorry.
I doubted you, darling Daddy, so I just play.
Speaker 3: Scared an.
Speaker 1: Missus Simpson, look here, look at these marks. The brute
must have been scratching around my tent too, certainly looks
that way. These are the same marks. Did you hear anything?
Not me? Since I've come here, I sleep like a
long barn. Will you come over here to for a minute?
I mean, Simpson, at least strange? I wonder Missus Manning
heard anything, after all? Heard? Ten is right next to Jones. Timmy, Timmy,
what do you make of those tracks? Looks like an animal?
Right enough? Tell me what I appreciate, Simpson. If you
don't mind, I'm here to help. Why don't you take
Joan out of the day on a hike or in
the canoe and see if you can calm me down.
Speaker 3: I thank you for taking me on this canoe trip today,
but I know Dad suggests today that's right, but I
thank you anyway. It's kind of you.
Speaker 1: Have you noticed any change in our friend Peter's.
Speaker 3: Angry you mean, his attitude towards me?
Speaker 1: Good lord? No, If anything is devotion has become even
more obviously.
Speaker 3: What do you mean changed?
Speaker 1: Well, he seems much more self relying, almost as if
he as if, I don't know how to put it,
but almost almost as if this is where he belongs.
Speaker 3: So you sent something strange about him too, No, no, no, no,
not strange.
Speaker 1: It's just that he he seems to fit in better
here than when I first met him. He's he's more confident,
he's sure of himself.
Speaker 3: Yes, I felt that. And the more confident he gets,
the more frightened I get.
Speaker 1: For the next few days and nights, there was no excitement,
and our camp life seemed to have settled into a routine.
Until one night the quiet was shattered by screams coming
from last journey. Hey, I, Tommy, were coming John?
Speaker 3: Why are you all right?
Speaker 1: Understand?
Speaker 3: I'm growling and scratching as before.
Speaker 5: We did, Wait, daring blowing.
Speaker 1: We've ripped up and right negative, no doubt about that, Reverend.
And see the gap where the thing or whatever it
is rip right through over the dog again. We must
do something. The first thing to do is to get
over to the stockade and get a fire going. What's
going on? And if it's not animal again, let me
have my come on Peter, help me start a fire.
What in the world do you think it is, mister Simpson.
It surely can't be a dog. It can't be very
far away. We'll organize a hunt at once, this very minute.
So down, down, Reverend, action, nye, any action to stop panic.
Speaker 4: We've gone over every inch of this island and there's
no living creature on it besides ourselves.
Speaker 1: He is right, Reverend. Not even a squirrel could have
gotten all right. I know what it was. A dog
from one of the farms. I'm an durand a dog
that's turned wild. It was attracted by our fires and
the smell of food, and now it's gone back to
where it came from. That's what it was.
Speaker 3: Oh Daddy, you don't really believe what you just said.
You can't believe that you just come.
Speaker 2: Occultists insist that events have souls, souls given to them
by the emotion and thoughts of those concerned with them.
This in itself is a terrifying concept, because I can
think of the souls of some events that must have
shriveled with terror and agony.
Speaker 1: That's indescribable.
Speaker 2: I'll be back with that too. And the very strange
events on the Baltic Island in a.
Speaker 1: Moment dream and wisb seen.
Speaker 2: The virtues of life and vacations in the untrammeled wilderness
have long been extolled in song and story. We've all
longed for the starry nights with the wind sighing softly
through the friendly branches of the protecting trees. But nature
also has a savage side, and sometimes a trip to
the wilderness can bring out whatever primitive savage blots who dance.
Speaker 1: I hate the rain, specially when I'm in the woods.
I thought you could use today to catch up on
your study.
Speaker 4: Here, Reverend says, I'll pass my exams with flying colors.
Have become a full fledged ministern.
Speaker 1: For wealth till he should know. He should know more
about his own daughter too. Why what does that mean?
Speaker 4: Oh nothing. I guess we're all upset by what's happened
with Joe.
Speaker 1: Well, of course we are, But I don't understand what
you meant about Joan's father. I forget it. I'm sorry
I said it. I just wish one of us would.
Speaker 4: Be able to track down that dog or whatever it
is that's gotten Joan in such a stake.
Speaker 1: She should be alright with her mother. You know that
she's moved into Messrs Manning's ten now and there should
be no more noisense nonsense. Is that what you think
is so frightening for Joan? Maybe you should join forces
with her father. I had no trouble going to sleep
after my rather strange conversation with young Sangree, But suddenly
half I myself wide awake. I jumped from dead sleep
to absolute wakefulness in a single instant. The rain had stopped.
I went outside and sniffed the delicious, clean air, a
pollid half moon just sinking into the sea through a
spectral light between the trees, and then, just twenty feet away,
across the paths, I saw a head thrust round the
edge of peters Angry's head, the head of an animal,
an animal that had the appearance of no animal I'd
ever seen before. Terror struck me. I knew it was
the animal, and as I watched rivet it to the spot,
the thing turned, slipped between the trees and vanished. Wake up, Peter,
Wake up? Whoa Peter? Come on, Come on, come Peter,
Come on. The beast. The beast has been here in
your tent. I swear it was about to leap at
your throat. What do you say, Let's not waste time. Quick,
get your gun before Joan is a john. Oh, yes,
all right, yes, let's get over there. I'm with you. Yes,
I see the tracks.
Speaker 4: It's a wolf, That's what it is, a wolf frosst
among the islands and starving to death.
Speaker 1: Yes, I don't think so. It was unlike any animal
I've ever seen. Whatever it is, it must be killed.
Joan must be protected.
Speaker 4: I'll sleep all they have, sit up all night, and
shoot the best the minute I see.
Speaker 1: No, No, I don't think this is anything that we
can deal with. I have a better plan. I'm gonna
send for the one man I know who can help,
Duwayne Carter. He will know what to do, Dwayne Carter,
the psychic doctors. Then you think, what did something of
that sort? I am certain of it. Although nothing Dwayne
Carter ever did took me completely by surprise. I was
astonished to find a letter care of General Delivery in
the wax Home post office. It was from Carter, giving
a Stockholm address and saving that a phone call would
bring him to wax Home that same day. And so
that night Dwayne Carter joined us on the island, and
after dinner with Peter Rosso sitting in, I told him
the strange events you did well to send for me,
your nie. What we have to deal with here is
the werewolf. A were wolf. Surely these things are rare enough,
I'm happy to say, mister Sangree. Now you say that
no one has been injured so far.
Speaker 4: No, surely there can't be any question of this poor
starved be injuring anybody?
Speaker 1: Can there? I hope not? But what makes you think
the creature is starved?
Speaker 4: What?
Speaker 6: I can't tell you it except that I felt from
the beginning it was in pain and starved on the
white field. That's never occurred to me until you asked.
You really know very little about it? Then I really
know nothing at all?
Speaker 1: Nothing.
Speaker 3: Well, is you at me?
Speaker 1: Take your sht at it?
Speaker 3: No?
Speaker 1: No, oh, don't shoot report, help your wife, take care
of your golfer, and then meet earning in me at
the stockah. How is John the beast? Or I think
the Lord? My wife woke up and the thing ran off.
But it's not serious. Well, I'd sell it to be
sick for four. Here here's your coffee. Thanks, This will
be our last breakfast. On this cursed island. We'll strike
camp and get away today, I think, Reverend, for the
safety of all concerned, it would be better not to
leave the island just now. Both missus Manning and I
are grateful for your presence, Doctor Carter. But I can't
help thinking that perhaps all of our problems would have
been solved if you hadn't stopped me when I had
the brute in my gun sights. Had you fired, and
had you killed the thing, you would have committed murder. Murder.
Now you've got me completely confounded. How can killing this
this thing possibly be murdered? For this thing, as you
refer to it, is a man, one of this camping party,
a man gone savage, which I saw the thing that
was no man, that was a dog or a wolf.
Of course, you see, this is a case of modern lycanthropy.
Like cantrapy, were wolves, those superstitions of the Middle Ages
can have no actual significance. Today we are face to
face with a modern example of what I believe has
always been a profound fact fact. For come now, doctor card.
You've heard of the astral body, or as I prefer
to describe it, the fluidic body. It has the power,
under certain conditions, of projecting itself and becoming visible to others.
Aren't you talking about two different things altogether? Doctor? An
astral body is something people can accept because it's a
human form, not an animals, that's true. But the fluidic
body can assume form other than human, and such forms
will be determined by the dominating thought and wish of
the owner. You've lost me. You've never really understood the
effect of this primitive camping life upon all the members
of your party, Old old instincts deeply buried in the subconscious,
instincts no one ever dreamed they had suddenly come forth
in a primitive setting. Well, I'm honestly trying to follow you, doctor,
but ancient instincts and atomism are terms which hardly explain
a roaming animal with teeth, claws and the first for blood.
That last is your term, not mine, but it's a
very exact one. I would say that that what we
have here is an animal that's impelled to bale in
the very heart blood of the one it desires. And
if I didn't know your reputations, I'd say you have
a very strange way of assuring people fear is rooted
in ignorance. Reverend. Let's suppose that an extremely sensitive young
man has fallen very deeply in love with your daughter
back in New York. This moon struck young's fellow isn't
taken very seriously by John, and he knows it. Nevertheless,
he loves and he knows that too. Does he know
what you're trying to tell me? If you're asking if
he's conscious of the change that comes over him? No,
But I still refuse, Reverend. Surely you don't question the
violence that's in all mankind. It lurks underneath the surface.
And here on this island, where we shed the trappings
of civilization, he feels strong and free, and the feelings
of love he's been suppressing back in New York better
at his consciousness, determined to force their way to the surface.
And at night, when he sleeps and his mind is relaxed,
he dreams. The beast that ripped Joan's arm was no dream, granted,
But this wild force within him becomes fierce and savage
when he sleeps, and his frustration turns into half devotion,
half beast. And that is the form that his astral
body might well assume. And if I grant these wild assumptions.
Why should I feel easier in my mind? But if
you realize that this transformation isn't deliberate, then you can
also understand that well, that it is not necessarily evil.
You say that to me after seeing Joan's arm. I
tell you that this werewolf is no more than the
passionate and fierce instincts of a man frustrated by day,
looking by night for his mate. At night, we built
the largest camp fire we'd ever had, and all of
us are tired early. However, Reverend Timothy Dwayne and I
had agreed to meet in Duane's tent. I'm going to
open the tent flap now to keep your voices down
and strike no matches. Reverend, is the camp asleep? Ow?
Peter is? I can't answer to the women. I think
they're sitting up, and that may be for the best.
Couldn't you fill me in on what we're supposed to
be watching for? Is it an animal? A port? The
least sound to me? And do nothing on your own? Nothing? What? Send? Right? All? Right?
Sh something out there? I'm not sure, Nelson. You you
stay here, I'll let you know. Timmy and I sat
alone for a few minutes, but the good Reverend was restless.
I don't much care for this waiting game with you
and Carter, But you wouldn't hear of me saying with
my family. He said it might prevent something happening. He
knows you must trust him. Well, it's either this astral
body or double business, as he calls it, or else.
Its possession is described in the Bible. But I'm sure
of one thing. Whatever it is, it's bad. And I
brought my rifle. You brought your rifle, but you wain't
say and my Bible, Well, one is useless in this situation,
and the other is dangerous. The only way we can
win in this game is to do what Dwayne tells us.
That's the safest way. Believe me. I'm warning you, Ernie,
if anything happens to Joan tonight, I'll shoot first and
pray afterwards. What the devil is caught up to sneaking
around Pieter's tent and making gestures. He looks weird, disappearing
in and out of a fog. I think I wait,
as he told us from he has the knowledge that
we both lack. Well, he seems to be coming back now. Yes,
he's heading his way, Peter. Peter is in a very
deep sleep. His condition is almost cataleptic, which means a doctor,
the fluid body may be released at any moment. Now
I've taken steps to imprison it in the tent. It
can't get out until I permit it. Be alert for
any signs of movement. Now, and i'd better hold onto
my rifle, Reverent. I told you there is to be
no shooting unless you want a murder. Anything done to
the double acts by repercussion on the physical body of
the man himself. Now, you better take the cartridges out
of that rifle now, all right, doctor, But I hope
and pray you know what you're doing. It was with
poor grace that Timmy slipped the cartridges out of his rifle,
and all three of us sat and waited for whatever
was to come. It seemed ours, but in reality it
was only a few minutes before we heard it. That's
Peter's tent shaking like that, doctor. It's trying to get out.
I hear it, thought right, Reverend, quickly the women's tent.
All right, I'll take my rifle just in case. I
can always use it as a club. I urge you, Reverend,
to be careful what you do, because I told you
this case is complicated. And it's my belief that your
daughter and Peter are made for each other, and I
think she knows it every bit as much as he does.
Speaker 2: Men in love have been known to do foolish things.
An English monarch gave up a throne for love, and
we've heard of men who turned themselves inside out just
to please their beloved. But for me it anyways, this
is the first time I've heard of a lover turning
himself into a werewolf.
Speaker 1: Be back with that three in just a moment, Peter
returns on WABC.
Speaker 2: Statistically, there are more people who claim to have cited
UFO's than there are those who claim to have seen ghost,
But the.
Speaker 1: Lowest of all in number are those who.
Speaker 2: Claim to have experienced the numbing terror of having come
face to face with a werewolf. Come along with me
now as we share that experience with one of the
few who have seen and dealt with that dread creature.
Speaker 1: From where Duane and I stood, it was less than
twenty feet to Peter Sangree's tent, and although the wind
it freshened considerably it wasn't the wind that was making
the canvas of his tents swell and shape. That shaking
was caused by something inside the ted. Try to get
out the hair and the nape of my neck rose.
As we approached the tad Dowayne held up his hand, Ernie, Ernie.
I want you to see it before I release it,
so that if anything untolt should happen, you may be
able to deal with it without me. But the Wayne
you reassured the Reverend. You said that if any you
know that we're dealing with tremendous forces that are still
only partially understood, what you while you to do. And
as we approach the tent, I want you to kneel
down and tell me what you see when I hold
the flat back. All right, Eh, there's something in there,
all right, but you must be able to see it
and describe it before our chance releasing it. As my
eyes became accustomed to the dim interior of the tent,
I could make out Sangree's form lying under the blanket,
while over him and around him flew a dark mass.
All I could make out was a pointed muzzle and
sharp ears, plainly visible against the sides of the tent,
and I also caught an occasional gleam of fiery eyes
and white fangs. There's nothing to fear. I told you
that before. How are you? How are you holding that
that thing?
Speaker 2: There?
Speaker 1: There are some things I don't think you should know, Anie,
but I'll only tell you that it has to do
with electrical impulses from the mind. You see, we all
emanate a certain amount of electricity, and well, just think
of it as brain waves. Now step back a little now,
because I'm going to release it. What'll it do? Hopefully
will listen to me and I will be able to
guide it, and if it doesn't, we'll cross that bridge.
If and when we come to it, step back, keep
your eyes fixed on the tent, lap Ernie, watch Houseleigh well.
And then I saw him an animal neck and muscle
thrust forward, an animal apothecize of caf leaner than a master,
And yet Peter was easily recognizable. It was the head
of an animal, but the face it was Peter's angry
sangree in his word, work double. What do we do now?
I'll try to speak with him, Sangree, Peter, Sangree, do
you recognize me? Do you realize what it is that
you really desire when you assume this form, sangree, you
must listen to me, good Lord doing can that be?
Speaker 7: Of course?
Speaker 1: Amazing? Care You shouldn't be surprised. It is probably Joan.
You must remember she practically told you that she was
afraid of something deep down in her. But she's the
only salvation for both Joan and Peter is for me
to lead san grease double to the object for which
it yearns. Listen, that's coming from across the lagoon, to
Waine Peter's double. A werewolf. He's gone. Although my eyes
had been fixed upon the animal in front of the tent,
somehow it disappeared. One moment was there, muzzle lifted, sniffing
the wind, and then it was gone, like a thing
of the wind and a trick of vision. Quickly, early,
start following through the trees. Where will you be? I
must check out Peter's tent. Why what for? To make
sure that his Wilworf double cannot return until I permit it.
I'll join you in a few moments after circling Peter's tent,
Dwayne caught up to me and we ran at full
speed through the woods, always guided by the now fairly
loud howling. And then suddenly the trees fell away, and
we were a legible lagoon, and they shot me to
find against sea and sky. John says too, I remained quiet.
But there's something wrong when her. She looks half asleep.
She is fully asleep, and we must not wake her.
Speaker 3: What are you saying?
Speaker 1: She's sleep walking? If we wake her, the shock might
injure her permanently. But the werewolf, what was She's on
her way to meet him, you see, she's been irresistibly
drawn to him from the beginning. Well, then how do
you explain the torn tent the other night and the
wounds on her arm? Wasn't she asleep? Then? Not deeply enough?
She awoke and was terrified instead of pleased. Now, however,
she's in a deep enough sleep to throw off the
conventional shackles of civilization that have bound her and admit
this man is her mate. Then she really loves Peter, Yes, profoundly.
The canoe just coming around the point, isn't that? Isn't that,
Reverend Timothy? Yes, it is? What's he doing here? Probably
following gentleman? At least he had the sense to take
the canoe and not wake her, for what will he do?
An is early. You're right, we're going to have to
warn him as to way goes Peter's double. Quick. Get
to Joan. The Reverend's got a god you made him unloaded.
He's got the hold of a pistol out of my
line of fire. That burn down your forward, idiot, Ernie,
get to Joan, help her.
Speaker 3: What what are you doing here? Where's Peter?
Speaker 6: Where is he?
Speaker 1: Thank Lord, Jonie, you're all right.
Speaker 3: Peter appeared so suddenly he cried out that he was hurt.
Speaker 1: We hope that he wasn't hurt. Seriously, I hope that
brutes dead. Don't ever say that, Reverend, unless you want
murder on your soul. Murder?
Speaker 3: Why you use that word if anyone's done anything to
him and he's done it to me too.
Speaker 1: Because I know, I know, my dear, here's your love
that I think we can bring him to you, or
perhaps you to him. But we must go to your
tent and wait for me. Ernie, take care of her
until I get back. Reverend, you better come with me.
While Duwayne and the Reverend went off together, I helped
Joan back to her tent.
Speaker 3: You must let me go to him. Mister Simpson, I
know he needed you.
Speaker 1: Heard Duwayne, he said we should wait for him. I
didn't know until tonight that you love Peter. Yeah, Duane
knew that days ago. That's why we were there watching
tonight and hoping that everything would go as we thought.
And I think it would have. But for go on?
But for what? But for an unfortunate happening? It was
my father, wasn't I think you should stay there. It
was bad.
Speaker 5: He did something, something that hurt Peter, hurt him badly,
and now he's lost, and so him up.
Speaker 1: I mustn't despair. Everything will be different when Dwayne gets where.
I think he's with your father, and I believe that
they're both looking for Peter.
Speaker 3: Well, we should be helping him sometimes.
Speaker 1: Joan, help best by doing nothing. Trust me, John, trust
your Wayne. I'm sure that he'll be able to handle this. Reverend.
Pray that we're in time to help Peter's double return
to Peter's physical body. Will that help, Joan? I think so?
Hold it now, he hasn't been back to the tent.
Excuse me just a moment. What are you doing arranging
it so that if Peter's double does make it back here,
he can get into the tent and back into Peter's body.
More of your mumbo jumble. I'm trying to save a
life you almost snuffed out. I saved my daughter's life.
Her life was never in danger. I saw that beast
throw itself at my Joan. I hadn't fired when I did,
you would have seen a miracle, a transformation in that
beast and in your daughter, Doctor Carter. I know your reputation, Reverend.
I think we should stop quarreling. Both of us want
the same thing. This isn't doing either Joan or Peter
any good. Now, I'm going to need your help. You
know I'll do anything I can, all right, But what
I'm going to ask you to do, Reverend, will go
against your every instinct. I'm going to ask for your belief,
Reverend in what in the fact that the double you saw,
the Wowolf, if you like, meant your daughter no harm,
And above all the fact that he must return to
Peter's physical body. Why do you need my help that
because you shot him, and although I know he meant
Joan no harm, I also know that Sangree must possess
other instincts of the wolf. And those instincts will be
crying for revenge. Are you telling me that? I'm not
telling you anything, Reverend. I'm asking you to serve as
a stalking horse to bring Peter within reach, and then
then to believe that I can handle it. Now, Reverend,
you're not going to have any second thoughts about being unarmed.
I gave you my word, Carter. Let's go on with it.
You go fetch Ernest. I'll be all right, and at
your time. I'm sure the Lord is watching over me.
Let's hope he's watching over all of us. Ernie, Ernie,
come on out. Did you find sangry? Not yet? How
is Joan? She's restless, she's unhappy, But I think under
controlling good. Now. I think Peter knows the Reverend fired
the shop that hurt him and is trailing him to
get revenge. I've got the Reverence standing on a promontory
over there. If the world work comes, I think I
can gain control over him and get him back into
Peter's body. I hope so for all our sakes, I
hope so Joe don't come back here. Let her go.
We'll follow her. She'll leave us to him.
Speaker 3: Cordner, did you.
Speaker 8: Hear it, We're coming, Reverend, hold on, no, you love you?
Speaker 1: There there it goes into Peter's head. Let's hope it's
in time. What about the reverend. Joan will take care
of him. Peters the important one. Now he's a lie, yes,
but look those melodics on his face. The gunshot will
they are? They are? The reverend aimed well, the shots
went through his cheeks. Oh, he'll carry the scars for
the rest of his life. It was Joel who stopped him.
Joan's voice and his love for her. I'm not sure
that I would have been able to head him off.
Speaker 4: I've been hurt, my face, it burns.
Speaker 3: Going to be just fine, Peter, my love Joan.
Speaker 1: You're not frightened of me, of course, not at first
I was.
Speaker 3: I I didn't really understand, but now I know that
I belong with you, and I'll be with you always.
Speaker 1: My face don't touch it, Jonah. You bathe the wounds
with clean water and they'll heal naturally, of course.
Speaker 3: And doctor Carter, thank you, Ernest.
Speaker 1: I think we're superfluous around here now, right John, that's right,
doctor Carter.
Speaker 3: My father has more need of you now than either Peter.
Speaker 1: Or I and John's words proved to be true and
not true. As Dwayne and I came close Tommy's tent,
we heard a voice, the voice of a man praying, fervently,
praying to his God for forgiveness.
Speaker 2: And so this tale of a man who unconsciously used
a werewolf to further his love's ambitions ended happily, and
I no longer flaunt my skepticism. However, I must, in
all truth say that it's not really the recommended way
to go courting, even in today's permissive atmosphere.
Speaker 1: Be back shortly.
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just six short weeks, Agon Kren's made history. He was
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