Speaker 1: You are lost in a London fog, uncertain whether the
Speaker 1: figures looming around you are real or creatures of your imagination,
Speaker 1: And somewhere in the wet grayness lurks a murderer from
Speaker 1: whom you must escape.
Speaker 2: Escape, produced and directed by William N. Robson, and carefully
Speaker 2: contrived to free you from the four walls of today
Speaker 2: for a half hour of high adventure. Good Night, We
Speaker 2: escape to a fog shrouded city and the terror of
Speaker 2: a shell shocked mine. As Algin and Blackwood describes them
Speaker 2: in his ghost story Confession.
Speaker 3: There was no doubt about it.
Speaker 1: The woman was dead. Her cheek was cold to my touch.
Speaker 1: The head of the long sharp hatpin protruded from her
Speaker 1: breast above the heart. She was dead, murdered, and I
Speaker 1: stood there by the bed, my brain whirling crazily. I
Speaker 1: was alone in an empty house with a murdered woman.
Speaker 1: And then suddenly fear flashed across my brain and cleared it.
Speaker 1: I heard the door below open and close footsteps. Someone
Speaker 1: was coming across the downstairs hall onto the stairs.
Speaker 3: Coming up up here. In a moment, I would be discovered.
Speaker 1: In a moment, someone would walk into this room and
Speaker 1: see me standing over the body. In a moment, my
Speaker 1: escape would be cut off. Quickly, I slipped across the
Speaker 1: hall and into an of the empty bedrooms. I leaned
Speaker 1: against the closed door, breathing heavily, listening to those steps
Speaker 1: come closer. Would he look into any of the other
Speaker 1: bedrooms first? Would I be discovered here? He passed my
Speaker 1: door and went into the room straight in, closed the
Speaker 1: door behind him. Then he knew where to come. I
Speaker 1: waited a moment, waited for some sound, some gasp of discovery.
Speaker 3: There was none. Then he knew what to expect. I
Speaker 3: must escape quickly before he came out of that room.
Speaker 3: I started down the stairs, carefully to avoid any sound,
Speaker 3: And suddenly the door of that room opened, the beam
Speaker 3: of a flashlight setched down the hall. I took the
Speaker 3: stairs three at a time, burst up on the front door,
Speaker 3: and fled into the street. Fled under the sanctuary of
Speaker 3: the fork. How long and how far I ran? I
Speaker 3: do not know. I could see nothing, feel nothing but
Speaker 3: the clammy dampness of the fog. I don't know whether
Speaker 3: he was still following me or not. I ran out
Speaker 3: of sheer terror, up one street, down another, with no
Speaker 3: idea of where I was, or where I was going.
Speaker 3: Perhaps I was running in circles. Perhaps I would run
Speaker 3: right back to the house. Well I stopped. I leaned
Speaker 3: heavily against the wall. My hands were shaking as I
Speaker 3: raised them to my perspiring face. I held them there
Speaker 3: to steady them. Ran them through my wet hair. My
Speaker 3: hat I didn't have it. I'd left my hat back
Speaker 3: there in that room, on the bed, beside that dead woman,
Speaker 3: and it had my initials in it. Nearby a street
Speaker 3: lamp formed a fuzzy ball of yellow in the enveloping murk.
Speaker 3: And now a figure loomed suddenly beneath it, just as
Speaker 3: she had materialized so short a time ago under another
Speaker 3: street light. Or was it the same one? Was it
Speaker 3: she again? Was it he the one who was following me?
Speaker 3: Was it real at all? Perhaps it was only a
Speaker 3: creature of my madness. I guess, sir, you're ill? Hi?
Speaker 3: Oh here, old, let me help you. Why you're almost
Speaker 3: ready to fall? Yes, sir, thank you? Yeah, just lean
Speaker 3: on my arm. Yes, you are real, aren't you real?
Speaker 3: I don't understand. I say, you're very near collapse, you know.
Speaker 3: And I happen to be a doctor luckily too. You're
Speaker 3: just outside my very house, coming for a moment, won't
Speaker 3: you why? You're very kind, Yes I will if it's
Speaker 3: not too much trouble for you, none at all, My
Speaker 3: dear Chap, please do.
Speaker 1: Within five minutes, I was seated in a comfortable chair
Speaker 1: before a toasting fire, sipping a hot cup of tea.
Speaker 1: I could feel my nerves relaxing, but the traces of
Speaker 1: my illness must have been clear on my face, because
Speaker 1: my host observed.
Speaker 3: Your trouble is shell shock, isn't it. Why? Yes, how
Speaker 3: did you know? I've been in the service and I'm
Speaker 3: a doctor.
Speaker 1: Of course I I only meant to I'm supposed to
Speaker 1: be recovered or almost. But I got lost in the fog,
Speaker 1: felt ill, suddenly terrified.
Speaker 3: John, I know you should never have been out in
Speaker 3: a night like this. If you've got far Togo, you'd
Speaker 3: better let me put you up. You're very kind, very kind, indeed.
Speaker 3: But I don't want to be any trouble, no trouble
Speaker 3: at all. I'd like to be of help the least
Speaker 3: we Drean can do for each other. Ah, the blasted war,
Speaker 3: Thank goodness, it's over.
Speaker 1: Not Evenijai, no Canadian. I haven't been demobilized. Yet I'm
Speaker 1: still in the Army Hospital at Regent's Park under the
Speaker 1: care of doctor Henry.
Speaker 3: Ah. Yes, he's very good man. I'd say he's done
Speaker 3: well by you up till to night. I mean, yes,
Speaker 3: of course we had no idea there would be a fog.
Speaker 3: I still get in a panic when I feel all alone. Well,
Speaker 3: that's usual. But then there was something more than that
Speaker 3: to night, wasn't there. What do you mean simply that
Speaker 3: you've had rather a severe shock quite recently, haven't you? Huh?
Speaker 3: How did you know that? My dear chap, I'm a doctor,
Speaker 3: My business to know you were in much to agitate
Speaker 3: the state when I found you. For me to suppose
Speaker 3: it could have been done simply by the fog, And
Speaker 3: if I may hazard another guess, I should say it
Speaker 3: would be a relief to you and and wise as
Speaker 3: well if you could unburden yourself to someone who would understand,
Speaker 3: Am I not right?
Speaker 1: Someone who would understand that's just it. I don't if
Speaker 1: there is anyone like that. It's so incredible.
Speaker 3: Oh, the more incredible, the greater your need to tell it.
Speaker 3: Repression in cases like yours can be dangerous, as you
Speaker 3: must know you think you've hidden it, but it bides
Speaker 3: its time and it comes up later, causing a lot
Speaker 3: of trouble. Confession, you know, confession is good for the soul. Yes,
Speaker 3: I suppose you are right, but it is so wild
Speaker 3: und since where strangers, my belief or disbelief can make
Speaker 3: no difference. And I think I can promise you in
Speaker 3: advance that I shall believe all you have to say.
Speaker 1: Well, but I've got to tell somebody about it soon anyway,
Speaker 1: so cigarette to help with telling, thank you, thank you, Well,
Speaker 1: i'd better start back at the very beginning of the adventure.
Speaker 1: Then it started today at the sanitarium. I've been there
Speaker 1: for some month, and today when doctor Henry called to
Speaker 1: check on me.
Speaker 4: Well, a young man, you're as fitt a surprize here
Speaker 4: for him, twice as frisky. The diet here must agree
Speaker 4: with you.
Speaker 1: I have no complaints, doctor, but if I'm well again,
Speaker 1: then i'd like to get back into circulation.
Speaker 4: Will you listen to him nurse rushing things as usual?
Speaker 3: You'd think he didn't like.
Speaker 5: Us here, the way he bothers us to let him
Speaker 5: go into town.
Speaker 3: I'm sure a bit doctor.
Speaker 4: He's getting so healthy, he's bursting at the.
Speaker 3: Scene you see. How about it? Doctor? Can I just
Speaker 3: have a day or an evening in town?
Speaker 4: What's the great attraction in that dirty place?
Speaker 5: Some girl?
Speaker 4: No doubt?
Speaker 3: Well, yes that is in a way. I met her
Speaker 3: in France. She's a Red Cross girl. She's invited me
Speaker 3: to stop in for tea if I'm up in London.
Speaker 3: And well, it's just that i'd feel.
Speaker 1: Human again seeing a girl having tea a cigarette chatting.
Speaker 4: That's all, young man. I not only approve of your
Speaker 4: day in town, I'm prescribing it.
Speaker 3: It will do you good.
Speaker 4: You've got to start getting used to society again anyway.
Speaker 3: And you think I can manage it alone.
Speaker 4: Why not you get around the neighborhood by your self?
Speaker 4: Well enough, don't you? Nothing so very different about London?
Speaker 4: Certainly nothing to be afraid of. No, of course, not
Speaker 4: call the young lady and find out the directions where
Speaker 4: to get off the underground, what terms to take and
Speaker 4: so on. Ago in the daytime, returned before dark. No
Speaker 4: danger of getting lost should be simple. I mean, do it?
Speaker 3: Do you good? Then this means I'm getting better. I'll
Speaker 3: be able to go home.
Speaker 4: So there you go, rushing things again. But yes, I
Speaker 4: think perhaps we're on the last leg. Well, that'll be.
Speaker 3: All nurse, Yes, doctor Henry.
Speaker 4: Now tell me, young man, what about your friends?
Speaker 3: No, doctor, I think they've deserted me. I don't see
Speaker 3: them anymore. No more ghosts, no more dead comrade stepping
Speaker 3: in for a chat.
Speaker 4: Good for how long now?
Speaker 3: Oh?
Speaker 1: Several weeks at least. I can hardly remember when I
Speaker 1: last so and thought you so?
Speaker 3: Yes? That, of course, in the dark room at night,
Speaker 3: sometimes the shadow.
Speaker 4: It's quite the same thing. Lots of will people fancy
Speaker 4: they see the shadows move at night, especially after they've
Speaker 4: been reading some BENI dretful.
Speaker 3: First.
Speaker 4: At any rate, you can distinguish between the real people
Speaker 4: and the unreal now, and that's a big step considering
Speaker 4: how you were a few months ago.
Speaker 3: Well, it's only when I feel completely alone, cut off
Speaker 3: that the old panic begins a little, but not as
Speaker 3: much as before.
Speaker 4: Many people don't like to feel alone and cut off.
Speaker 4: That they can fight down that panicky feeling. Nip it
Speaker 4: in the bud, So will you in time? But I
Speaker 4: must warn you a severe shock could undo all our work.
Speaker 4: By all means, avoid.
Speaker 3: Shock, avoid shark, he said.
Speaker 1: Very funny, isn't it? But Who could have known then?
Speaker 1: What would happen? How could I have suspected? As I
Speaker 1: went about planning my day in town, my holiday, I
Speaker 1: called the girl who arranged out tea party.
Speaker 3: I was to be at her little house in Marley
Speaker 3: Place at.
Speaker 6: Four the first time, the old Canadian backwoods instinct. She'll
Speaker 6: probably manage it better than any London.
Speaker 1: Yes, I'm sure I will. It's near South Kensington Station,
Speaker 1: Then exactly, you.
Speaker 6: Change at Piccadilly's Surface without leaving the underground station and
Speaker 6: come to South Kent. There's three streets left from there,
Speaker 6: then two right, one more left and right again. In
Speaker 6: the Morley case, it's really not fun.
Speaker 3: I'll find it all right now. Don't go to any
Speaker 3: great bother you.
Speaker 5: Just leave that to me.
Speaker 6: This is a special occasion in a till fall.
Speaker 3: Then until fourth Yes, thanks.
Speaker 1: And so it all started out as a cheerful adventure
Speaker 1: and everything went well.
Speaker 3: Unto the city.
Speaker 1: I made my change underground at Piccadilly, took the local
Speaker 1: to South Kensington station, and there I came up at
Speaker 1: surface again. And when I walked out, I stepped into
Speaker 1: a solid, opaque blanket of white fog.
Speaker 3: I could hear the traffic, the rumble of the city
Speaker 3: around me. I could hear footsteps, an occasional muffled voice,
Speaker 3: but I could see almost nothing. This is how a
Speaker 3: blind man feels. Then. The only objects of relief from
Speaker 3: that dreadful, enveloping gray wall were an occasional blur of
Speaker 3: yellow from a street lamp or a motor car headlight,
Speaker 3: a glimmering patch from some big lighted shop window here
Speaker 3: and there. And the figures the figures of other people
Speaker 3: passing by, dark and floating and indistinct. Or were they people?
Speaker 3: Might they not be?
Speaker 1: Those phantom figures again, just like the ones that haunted
Speaker 1: me before I went into the sanitarium, ghostly blurred figures
Speaker 1: of dead comrades from Dunkirk and Abbeville and the mud
Speaker 1: of Belgium. Huh, here comes another one. I can hear
Speaker 1: his cane tapping. Look closely, now, make sure there he
Speaker 1: looked real enough, didn't he? They are real. I'm positive
Speaker 1: of it, and I'm not alone. They're all around me.
Speaker 1: But even as I told myself this, the old panic
Speaker 1: was growing inside here. Now, old fellow, you've got to
Speaker 1: get hold of yourself. Next one comes along. Speak up,
Speaker 1: Speak up to him, Ask him the way to Molly Place?
Speaker 1: Ask can you put me on the trail to Molly Place?
Speaker 3: Just like that? She'll see you. No, here he comes,
Speaker 3: ask the way, beg pardon? Can you put me on?
Speaker 5: Say?
Speaker 3: Is this right for the tube station?
Speaker 4: You know?
Speaker 3: I'm utterly lost? I wanelf kind why why? Yes? I
Speaker 3: have just come from there straight along? I think, oh,
Speaker 3: thanks all? Oh, but I say, can you put me
Speaker 3: on the trail to Molly Place? He's gone? Well, no matter,
Speaker 3: he was real enough, he spoke up like a real person.
Speaker 3: All right, Maybe the next one, Oh, I say, I
Speaker 3: beg your pardon.
Speaker 5: Oh, I'm frightfully sorry. I didn't see you and you
Speaker 5: standing still.
Speaker 3: I'm afraid I must be lost. Can you direct me
Speaker 3: to Morley Place?
Speaker 5: Oh, dear, I think you've missed your turning you you'll
Speaker 5: have to double back street and maybe two and take
Speaker 5: the first turn to the right and go one street
Speaker 5: and then double back too, and then left.
Speaker 3: I say, thanks, that was first right, And then she's
Speaker 3: gone disappeared like a ghost. The panic was rising in me.
Speaker 1: They were real people, yes, but they appeared in this
Speaker 1: fears so disconcertingly quickly. And when I turned off down
Speaker 1: the main street. There there were fewer of them. I
Speaker 1: turned again and again, but I couldn't remember the directions.
Speaker 3: Suddenly I knew I was lost. And now I was
Speaker 3: in some little backwater where passers by were rare, where
Speaker 3: no one came, where I was alone. Now the panic
Speaker 3: swept over me. I stumbled on a curb. My cane
Speaker 3: swept empty air. I fell to the icy patment. I
Speaker 3: was shaking so that I couldn't rise to my feet.
Speaker 3: I crawled across the open space of the street on
Speaker 3: my hands and knees. Only when I crossed the curb
Speaker 3: and felt a warm wall could I stand up again.
Speaker 3: And then I stood there, shaken and frantic. Molly place
Speaker 3: must be very close, the little red Cross girl waiting
Speaker 3: with her warm fire and hard team. But where where?
Speaker 1: Suddenly in the yellow blur of the nearest street lamp,
Speaker 1: of faint darkening of the fog caught my eye. There's
Speaker 1: not a figure this time, only the shadow of the pole,
Speaker 1: grotesquely magnified.
Speaker 3: No, no, it moved. It came toward me. It was
Speaker 3: a figure, a woman. It came right up to me.
Speaker 3: Fear gripped me, and then I remembered the doctor's advice.
Speaker 4: Don't ignore them, treat them as real, speak to them
Speaker 4: and go with them. You will soon prove their unreality then,
Speaker 4: and they.
Speaker 3: Will leave you. And so I gripped the wall behind
Speaker 3: me and spoke to her. Lost your way like myself,
Speaker 3: haven't you, ma'am? Do you know where we are? Tall
Speaker 3: Morley Place? I'm looking for?
Speaker 5: Where am I call?
Speaker 3: I say, you're more frightened than I am. May I
Speaker 3: help you?
Speaker 5: I'm lost, I've lost myself. I can't find my.
Speaker 3: Way back same here. I'm terrified of being alone too.
Speaker 3: I've had show shaking a Let's go together. We'll find
Speaker 3: our way together. Eh. Who are names? Al? Riley? Canadian?
Speaker 3: I'm going to have tea with a friend in Morley's Place?
Speaker 3: What's your address? Do you know the name of the
Speaker 3: street here?
Speaker 5: I came out suddenly, unexpectedly.
Speaker 3: I can't find my way home again. Just when I was.
Speaker 1: Expecting him to say, steady, ma'am, may be there now
Speaker 1: waiting for me this very moment, and.
Speaker 5: I can't get back.
Speaker 3: Have you any idea of the direction, ma'aminee at all?
Speaker 3: We'll go together, Colly, I remember, Wait, ma'am, wait, don't
Speaker 3: leave me here alone I'm going with you. Wait. She
Speaker 3: was running fast through the fog. It was all I
Speaker 3: could do to keep up with her, but I felt
Speaker 3: I must not lose her on my own nerves would
Speaker 3: go to pieces. How she found a way in the fog,
Speaker 3: running so quickly, I didn't know, but I kept cross
Speaker 3: on my heels, running hard. I could smell a faint
Speaker 3: perfume in the air trailing behind her, a faintly familiar odor,
Speaker 3: but not pleasant. And then suddenly she stopped and turned
Speaker 3: into the gate, so suddenly that I almost bumped into way.
Speaker 3: Oh you found it? Then? May I come in with
Speaker 3: you for a moment. Perhaps you let me telephone my doctor. Doctor, Yes,
Speaker 3: doctor Henry at the Army hospital. I'm in his care.
Speaker 3: You know. My home is somewhere here.
Speaker 4: I'm near it.
Speaker 5: I must get back in time for him.
Speaker 3: I must.
Speaker 5: He's coming to me.
Speaker 3: I say, ma'am.
Speaker 1: But she turned and walked out the house. For a moment,
Speaker 1: I hesitated. This woman was acting very strangely, but no
Speaker 1: matter that she was at least real and I needed help.
Speaker 1: Quickly I followed her up the steps across the porch.
Speaker 1: The door was ajar. She slipped through and I followed
Speaker 1: him the dark house. It was so dark inside I
Speaker 1: couldn't see anything. At first I stopped groping, but she
Speaker 1: went on quickly, easily, as if she knew the way.
Speaker 1: She was ignoring me completely.
Speaker 3: I heard her steps across the hall, go up the
Speaker 3: stairs quickly. I waited and listened. She walked along the
Speaker 3: hall upstairs, where where I must find? And now the
Speaker 3: hair on my neck felt as if it were rising.
Speaker 3: Was she after all another of my figures? Was she? Unreal? Too?
Speaker 3: A last, I've found it home again.
Speaker 1: I heard her open the door upstairs, go in and
Speaker 1: close it after him. Then there was silence, profound silence,
Speaker 1: and I was alone in the dark, unoccupied house. The
Speaker 1: white covered furniture in the hallway loomed like ghosts, and
Speaker 1: there was no sound. I felt my panic coming back.
Speaker 1: But she was upstairs, and at least she was companionship.
Speaker 1: I groped my way up the stairs along the upstairs hall.
Speaker 1: There was no sign of life.
Speaker 3: Where are you? I want to help you? Which room
Speaker 3: are you in?
Speaker 1: There was no answer. But as I put my hand
Speaker 1: on a table to steady myself, I felt something. It
Speaker 1: was a candle stump. With a gasp, of relief. I
Speaker 1: took it up and lighted it. Ah, now I could
Speaker 1: see a little. One by one, I tried the bedrooms.
Speaker 1: They were dusty and unused, the furniture covered, the mattresses
Speaker 1: rolled upon the beds. They were all alike until I
Speaker 1: opened the last door. Instantly I knew this was it.
Speaker 1: I smelled the perfume. Only now I recognized and understood
Speaker 1: why it was unpleasant to me. It was the smell
Speaker 1: of a hospital, of chloroform. And there was the woman,
Speaker 1: her dark fur coat wrapped around her, her jewels just
Speaker 1: showing at the neck, and she was stretched out on
Speaker 1: the bed, motionless. Instantly I I knew she was dead.
Speaker 3: In the next instant, I thought I would go mad.
Speaker 1: The blood on her face was congealing, her skin was cold.
Speaker 1: I knew then that she'd been dead for an hour
Speaker 1: at least, and that what I saw in the street
Speaker 1: was not real.
Speaker 3: This was the shock that doctor Henry had warned me
Speaker 3: to avoid. And what happened then?
Speaker 1: Why I heard the door open up downstairs? Some one
Speaker 1: came in the one she'd been expecting, no doubt, and
Speaker 1: suddenly I realized the the danger of my being found
Speaker 1: there beside a woman who had obviously been murdered. I
Speaker 1: slipped into another bedroom, and when he went into that
Speaker 1: room with her, I slipped out and crept downstairs. I stumbled,
Speaker 1: and he heard me, and I came out. I ran
Speaker 1: down and.
Speaker 3: Out under the fog, into the street and away. How
Speaker 3: long I ran or where I don't know. When I
Speaker 3: was exhausted, I stopped, and then you came and found me. Well,
Speaker 3: what do you think tall talesn't it? Yes? Strange, but
Speaker 3: not incredible. I see no reason to disbelieve anything you've
Speaker 3: told me. Things equally remarkable, equally incredible, happen every day
Speaker 3: in a big city. I know from personal experience. I
Speaker 3: could give you many instances. But the woman I saw her,
Speaker 3: and yet she was already dead. Such things are hard
Speaker 3: to explain, perhaps cannot be explained, except, of course, your mind,
Speaker 3: in its present state, may still play tricks on you.
Speaker 3: Perhaps you saw a woman in the fog and followed her.
Speaker 3: You may have missed her and only thought you saw
Speaker 3: a going to that house. But what about the dead woman?
Speaker 3: She was real enough, perhaps perhaps not, She too may
Speaker 3: have been this fantasy. You may never have left the street. No, no,
Speaker 3: I'm sure of that. At least I must believe it.
Speaker 3: She was real and the man who came up the
Speaker 3: stairs was real. If I didn't believe that, I think
Speaker 3: I should go mad. Yes, perhaps that is important. Then
Speaker 3: let me see. Have you any proof of what you saw?
Speaker 3: Something perhaps that you carry it away with you? None?
Speaker 1: But wait, I left something there, my hat. I left
Speaker 1: it on the bed beside her body. My initials were
Speaker 1: in it. And so if it was all real, I
Speaker 1: shall be getting a visit from the police one day
Speaker 1: soon perhaps, and then I'll know, and I'll be charged
Speaker 1: with murder.
Speaker 3: I don't think so. You think the police would believe
Speaker 3: this fantastic story. As I told you, many strange things
Speaker 3: happen in the city like this. For instance, I knew
Speaker 3: of a similar case many years ago, strangely similar case,
Speaker 3: almost a coincidence. Would you like to hear it, hi, Yes, sir,
Speaker 3: I suppose so. It happened during the last war. Her
Speaker 3: colleague of mine, a surgeon now dead, married a charming girl,
Speaker 3: young and beautiful. He was wealthy, and they lived comfortably
Speaker 3: for many years. They seemed happy together. Then came the
Speaker 3: war and he went overseas. His income was stopped. Of course,
Speaker 3: the big house closed. His wife found life not so
Speaker 3: pleasant as before, and somehow she blamed her new hardships
Speaker 3: on him. You see, she was devoid of imagination, without
Speaker 3: any power for sacrifice, but she was still young and beautiful.
Speaker 3: The inevitable young man came along to console her. He
Speaker 3: was rich. They planned to go off somewhere. Only by
Speaker 3: chance the husband came back from overseas suddenly, just still
Speaker 3: the nick of time. He should have let her go.
Speaker 3: He was well rid of her, I'd say, well rid
Speaker 3: of her, yes, Only he decided to make the riddance final.
Speaker 3: He decided to kill her and her lover. You see,
Speaker 3: he loved her. He planned the time and placed carefully.
Speaker 3: They met, he knew in the big house, now closed.
Speaker 3: He waited for them there. The plan failed, however, in
Speaker 3: one important detail. She came at the appointed time, but
Speaker 3: without her lover. She found death waiting for him, completely
Speaker 3: painless death. But the lover did not come, the door
Speaker 3: being left open for him. The house was deserted and
Speaker 3: was a foggy night like to night, but he did
Speaker 3: not come. Instead, a stranger came. Ay, and where was
Speaker 3: the surgeon? All this time waiting outside concealed in the fog.
Speaker 3: He saw the man go in, and he followed him
Speaker 3: to kill him. But the man was a stranger. He
Speaker 3: came in by chance, like you, to shelter from the fog.
Speaker 3: I think that I should wire What is the matter? Does?
Speaker 3: I really must be going, of course, if you wish.
Speaker 3: Thank you for your kindness and hospitality. It's been a pleasure,
Speaker 3: young man. I enjoyed your story, although I confess I
Speaker 3: expected one a little different. Your coat. Thank you. I'll
Speaker 3: walk with you to the door and give you the directions. Ah,
Speaker 3: you're in luck. I think the FOG's lifting a bit. Doctor.
Speaker 3: May I ask your friend the surgeon, was he ever caught? Ah,
Speaker 3: that's the part of the story. I don't know. He
Speaker 3: was clever enough so that I doubt it unless he
Speaker 3: told somebody made a confession, I see, And even so,
Speaker 3: unless that other person had some proof. By the way,
Speaker 3: you you can't walk about in the fog without a hat. Here.
Speaker 3: It's an extra one of mine. You needn't trouble to
Speaker 3: return it. Thank you, Thank you very much. I went
Speaker 3: out of his consulting room with a hat on my head.
Speaker 3: In ten minutes I was at the tube station.
Speaker 1: It was only there that I permitted myself to take
Speaker 1: off the hat and look at it. It was my own,
Speaker 1: the hat I had left on the bed beside the
Speaker 1: dead Woman.
Speaker 2: Escape is produced and directed by William N. Robson and
Speaker 2: to Night Brought You Confession by Algernon Blackwood, adapted for
Speaker 2: radio by John Duncle, with Bill Conrad as O'reileigh, Ramsey
Speaker 2: Hill as the doctor and Peggy Webber as the Woman
Speaker 2: in the fog. Music was conceived and conducted by cyfure.
Speaker 3: A. Next week.
Speaker 1: You were trapped in the dark maze of the native
Speaker 1: quarter of Mozambique, a dead man at your feet, the
Speaker 1: police closing it around you, and beside you was a
Speaker 1: girl with whom you must escape.
Speaker 2: Next week we escape with Percival Gibbons, fast moving adventure,
Speaker 2: second class passenger. Good Night, then until this same time
Speaker 2: next week, when again we offer you escape. This is CBS,
Speaker 2: the Columbia Broadcasting System.