Speaker 1: Did you miss out on that big football game last week?
Speaker 1: Can't get rid of that head cold? I want to
Speaker 1: get away from it all.
Speaker 2: CBS offers you Escape.
Speaker 1: You are groping your way slowly through the dark hold
Speaker 1: of a ship at sea, moving carefully step by step,
Speaker 1: searching intently for something you dread to find, because you
Speaker 1: know that this ship carries a cargo of death.
Speaker 2: The Columbia Broadcasting System and it's affiliated stations presents Escape,
Speaker 2: produced and directed by William N. Robson, and carefully plotted
Speaker 2: to free you from the four walls of today for
Speaker 2: a half hour of high adventure.
Speaker 1: Tonight, we escaped to a harbor front in Venezuela and
Speaker 1: a grim voyage that started there. As told by Martin
Speaker 1: Storm in his Gripping Story, a shipment of mute fate.
Speaker 3: I stopped on the wharf at Laguira, looked up the
Speaker 3: gang plank toward the liner chan K standing quietly there
Speaker 3: at her moorings. The day was warm under a bright
Speaker 3: tropic sun, when the harbor beyond the ship lay drowsy
Speaker 3: and silent. But all at once, in the midst of
Speaker 3: these peaceful surroundings, a cold chill gripped me and I
Speaker 3: shivered with sudden dread, dread of the thing I was
Speaker 3: doing and was about to do. But too much had
Speaker 3: happened to turn back. Now I'd gone too far to stop. Well,
Speaker 3: I set the box down on the edge of the wharf,
Speaker 3: placed it carefully so as to be in plain sight
Speaker 3: and within gunshot of the captain's bridge, and then I
Speaker 3: turned and started up the gang plan. I knew what
Speaker 3: I was going to do, but I couldn't forget that
Speaker 3: a certain pair of beady eyes were watching every move
Speaker 3: I made, eyes that never blinked and never closed, just
Speaker 3: watched and waited. Oh a bigger part.
Speaker 4: What it's mister Warner?
Speaker 3: Hello, mother Willis? How's the best looking stewardess on the
Speaker 3: Seventh Sea.
Speaker 4: I'm fine, mister Warner, I guess better run along, now
Speaker 4: get on, I'm sure.
Speaker 3: Now wait a minute, that's a fine greeting after two months.
Speaker 4: Well, it's just that I'm so busy.
Speaker 3: I don't believe a word of it. Sailing days tomorrow.
Speaker 3: You're simply avoiding me, that's all.
Speaker 4: Oh no, really, I'm not.
Speaker 3: And on the trip down from New York you said
Speaker 3: I was your favorite passngor. But I'm only a wait
Speaker 3: a minute, what s that you're carrying in your acreer?
Speaker 4: Nothing?
Speaker 3: Just supplies, supplies, have a luck? No, please, what do
Speaker 3: you know? It's a cat?
Speaker 4: It's Clara, mister Warner. Mister Bowman said I had to
Speaker 4: leave her ashore and.
Speaker 2: I just couldn't.
Speaker 3: Who's mister Bowman, the new chief steward.
Speaker 4: Clara's been aboard with me for two years and I
Speaker 4: just can't leave her here in a foreign country, especially
Speaker 4: with her condition.
Speaker 2: It's delicate.
Speaker 3: No, yeah, I see what you mean. Well, I hope
Speaker 3: you get away with it.
Speaker 4: You you won't tell anyone.
Speaker 3: Not a soul. As a matter of fact, if things
Speaker 3: don't work out right, we may both end up smuggling.
Speaker 5: To have you on board on the trip down two
Speaker 5: months ago, Christopher, I'm very glad you're coming along with
Speaker 5: us on the run back to New York.
Speaker 3: Thanks, Captain. When there is one thing though, I'm having
Speaker 3: a little trouble with the customs men here, and I
Speaker 3: wondered if you might.
Speaker 5: Just can't do it, Christopher. I just came with your
Speaker 5: father this morning, told him I've done it for you
Speaker 5: if I possibly he sent it a question.
Speaker 3: New York, you know, Yeah, I thought he would. I
Speaker 3: wired him from upriver last week.
Speaker 5: I hate to refuse, but it's absolutely out of the question.
Speaker 3: A captain whin, I'm afraid I don't follow you.
Speaker 5: There, responsibility to the passenger's son. But have women and
Speaker 5: children aboard on a liner. The safety the passenger comes
Speaker 5: ahead of anything.
Speaker 3: But with proper precautions.
Speaker 5: Something might happen. I don't know what, but something might.
Speaker 5: You've carried worse things, there isn't anything worse, and then
Speaker 5: you skip it a float to bare me out. Now, Christopher,
Speaker 5: I simply can't take the chance. And that's final.
Speaker 3: Final. Well, it wasn't final if I could do anything
Speaker 3: about it. I hadn't come down here to spend two
Speaker 3: months in that stinking back country and then be stopped
Speaker 3: on the edge of the wharf two months of it heat, rain, insects, malaria.
Speaker 3: I'd gone clear in past the headwaters of the Orinoco,
Speaker 3: traveled through country where every step along the jungle trail
Speaker 3: might be the last one. Oh, Sanchez, you better start
Speaker 3: looking for a place to camp. Be dark in a
Speaker 3: little while.
Speaker 6: Very soon we turned the river, camp on rocks by water.
Speaker 6: This very bad country.
Speaker 3: This very bad country. You've been saying that for ten
Speaker 3: days now, very bad country.
Speaker 6: We wander this very bad country.
Speaker 3: I'll skip it. For all the luck we've had so far,
Speaker 3: it might as well be Central Park, Central Fike. I understand,
Speaker 3: I'll never mind if we don't find something here. What's
Speaker 3: the matter? Quiet now, sanchus?
Speaker 7: What's wrong in the path?
Speaker 6: See Bushmaster?
Speaker 3: Bushmaster The deadliest snake in the world. Bushmaster. Its Latin
Speaker 3: name was Lacasis muto mute fate. It lay there in
Speaker 3: the center of the path, a ten foot length of
Speaker 3: silent death, coiled loosely in an undulent loop, ready to
Speaker 3: strike violently at the least movement. Here was the one
Speaker 3: snake that would go after any animal that walks, or
Speaker 3: any man. It lay there and watched us, not moving,
Speaker 3: not afraid, ready for anything. The splotch of its colors
Speaker 3: stood out like some horrible, gaudy floor man, lying there
Speaker 3: on the brown background of the jungle, waiting for someone
Speaker 3: to step on it. Here was what I'd come two
Speaker 3: thousand miles for a bushmaster, Sanchez. I didn't want that
Speaker 3: snake kill.
Speaker 6: No kill senor he gone bush muster A very smart,
Speaker 6: very quick must always see bullet in time to dodge the.
Speaker 3: Anyway he's gone, and the only one we've seen in
Speaker 3: five weeks.
Speaker 6: Oh, we find the others this very bad country.
Speaker 3: We'll lay off that gun the next time. Don't shoot
Speaker 3: you understand?
Speaker 6: Why are you saying no?
Speaker 3: Shoot?
Speaker 6: You want bush muster.
Speaker 3: Sure, but I want it Alivebrisa Cristo.
Speaker 6: Senor Wonder, you tell me you want bush mustard, but
Speaker 6: you not say alive.
Speaker 3: You're getting two hundred dollars for it?
Speaker 6: Or dead man? What is two hundred dollars? Tomorrow we
Speaker 6: go back to Caracas.
Speaker 3: I'll make it five hundred centses I.
Speaker 6: Catch water snake, grattlesnake, any other kind, but I know
Speaker 6: catch bushmaster Sanchez.
Speaker 3: I'll give you a thousand.
Speaker 6: Dollars, will go back to Caracas.
Speaker 3: It cost me fifteen hundred American dollars. But three days
Speaker 3: later Sancezuz brought me the snake in a rubber bag.
Speaker 3: He was shaking so hard I thought for a moment
Speaker 3: the thing had struck him.
Speaker 6: One thing, you make sure, Senor Wonder, not turn him
Speaker 6: loose in Venezuela, because he know either one who catch him,
Speaker 6: and he know where I live.
Speaker 3: All right, sancez I'll keep an eye on him.
Speaker 6: Come then he know you pay me to catch him
Speaker 6: all the time he watch and wait. You know, forget that,
Speaker 6: Senor Warner, because he no forget not ever.
Speaker 3: Well, after going through all that trouble and danger and
Speaker 3: laying out fifteen hundred bucks, I wasn't going to let
Speaker 3: a pigheaded ship captain stop me at the last minute,
Speaker 3: at least not as long as the cables were still
Speaker 3: in operation. Between Laguira and Yorke morning, Captain would the
Speaker 3: boy at the hotel says, you want to see me?
Speaker 5: That's right, Christopher, and sit down, thank you. It seems
Speaker 5: you weren't willing to let matters tend the way we
Speaker 5: lift them yesterday.
Speaker 3: I'll sorry to go over your head, Captain Wood, but
Speaker 3: I had to. The museum sent me all the way
Speaker 3: down here for it, and I'm not going to be
Speaker 3: stopped by red tape. This will be the only live
Speaker 3: bush Master ever brought to the United States. Mmm.
Speaker 5: Yes, and if I had my waive it well, orders
Speaker 5: or orders. I got a cable from the head office
Speaker 5: this morning. All right, I suppose we talk about precautions.
Speaker 3: I'll handle it any way.
Speaker 5: You say, gotta have a stronger box that crate's too flimsy.
Speaker 3: What's stronger than it looks. And that wire screen on
Speaker 3: top it hold a wildcat. But anyway, I bought a
Speaker 3: heavy sea chest this morning. I will put the crate
Speaker 3: inside of it.
Speaker 5: Sounds all right.
Speaker 3: You got a lock on it, heavy padlock. It's fixed
Speaker 3: so that the lid can be propped open the crack
Speaker 3: without unlocking it. The snake's gotta have air.
Speaker 5: But in dirty weather that lid stay shut. I'll take
Speaker 5: no chances. Fair enough, I will keep the thing in
Speaker 5: my inside cabin where I sleep. I can have it
Speaker 5: in the baggage room, and nobody on boards to know
Speaker 5: about it.
Speaker 3: Whatever you say, captain, but we won't have any trouble.
Speaker 3: After all, it's only an animal. It doesn't have any
Speaker 3: magical powers.
Speaker 5: I saw a bushmaster in the zoo at Caracas once
Speaker 5: headed a glass cage to double walls. It had never moved,
Speaker 5: just lay there, look at your as long as you
Speaker 5: would insight.
Speaker 3: Gave a man the creeps. I didn't know they had
Speaker 3: a bushmaster at the Caracas zoo.
Speaker 5: They don't. Now found a glass broken one morning the
Speaker 5: snake night watchmen was dead. I never found out what happened.
Speaker 3: Well, the watchman must have broken the glass by accident.
Speaker 3: Some way away.
Speaker 5: They figured it. The glass was broken from the inside.
Speaker 2: H sail in four hours.
Speaker 3: We steamed north into the Caribbean, with perfect weather and
Speaker 3: a sea as smooth as an inland lake. The barometer
Speaker 3: dropped a little on the third day, but cleared up
Speaker 3: overnight and left nothing worse than a heavy swell. But
Speaker 3: in spite of the calm seas and the pleasant weather,
Speaker 3: I found myself feeling more and more often an ominous foreboding.
Speaker 3: I was developing an almost unnatural fear of that snake. Well,
Speaker 3: I stayed clear of the passengers, pretty much got the
Speaker 3: habit of dropping into Captain Wood's quarter several times a day.
Speaker 3: He kept the heavy box underneath his berth. I'd approach
Speaker 3: it quietly and shine my flashlight through the open crack.
Speaker 3: Never once could I catch that twelve foot devil asleep
Speaker 3: or even excited. He'd be lying there, half coiled, his
Speaker 3: head raised a little, staring out of those beady black eyes, waiting.
Speaker 3: It'd still be like that when I'd turn away to leave.
Speaker 3: Maybe that's what bothered me, A horrible and constant watchful waiting.
Speaker 3: What in the name of Heaven was he waiting for.
Speaker 4: Well, hello there, mister Warner.
Speaker 3: Oh how are you, Mother Willis?
Speaker 4: Ah, but you and the captain spend an awful lot
Speaker 4: of time around this cabin. I'm beginning to think that
Speaker 4: two of you must have some guilty secret.
Speaker 3: Oh, nothing like that, Mother Willis, I don't know about
Speaker 3: Captain would, but I well, I certainly don't have any
Speaker 3: guilty secret. Well, she's running quite a swell out there,
Speaker 3: mister Bowman.
Speaker 8: Yeah, it's a little heavy, all right, mister Warner. Yes,
Speaker 8: a storm passed through to the west of us yesterday.
Speaker 8: When the glass dropped, think it mist us then? Huh, yeah,
Speaker 8: that's what the mate figures. Sure stirred up some water.
Speaker 3: Though this will put half the passengers in their bunks,
Speaker 3: makes it great for my department.
Speaker 8: Two thirds of them will want a steward.
Speaker 2: To hold their heads.
Speaker 3: He'll keep Mother Willis so busy, she'll have wait. Look
Speaker 3: at the size of that wave.
Speaker 2: Huh, the great.
Speaker 3: Jehus of it.
Speaker 2: We're gonna take it on the port bow hang.
Speaker 3: On, Well, that was a freak if there ever was one,
Speaker 3: not another wave in sight to see him like that.
Speaker 8: Sometimes, even in a calm sea, well, I gotta get below,
Speaker 8: mister Wanner. That water probably did some damage on the
Speaker 8: officer's deck.
Speaker 3: The eyes oppose it.
Speaker 7: What did you say?
Speaker 8: The wheel companion wave was open on the port side.
Speaker 8: Rich cabins must have taken a pretty bad smashing up.
Speaker 8: They're right below the.
Speaker 3: Here is something wrong, mister Warner. No, No, nothing at all,
Speaker 3: mister Woman, at least I hope not. I looked first
Speaker 3: for Captain Wood and couldn't find him. Of course, I
Speaker 3: know it was only one chance in the thousand, but
Speaker 3: the chances against that freak wave were one on a
Speaker 3: thousand and two. Well, I couldn't waste any more time,
Speaker 3: so I stumbled down the companionway in along the passage
Speaker 3: to the captain's cabin.
Speaker 4: Oh oh, come on in, mister Warner.
Speaker 3: Brother willis hi?
Speaker 4: Isn't this cabin a mess? Trying to get some of
Speaker 4: these things out to drive?
Speaker 3: Yeah? Well, I just wanted to check where's that box
Speaker 3: that was under the captain's bunk?
Speaker 4: Shot on that.
Speaker 3: But where we didn't know. It was nearly dark when
Speaker 3: we met together. We get a charge.
Speaker 2: All the way around it.
Speaker 5: We've risked all the time we can. We've got to
Speaker 5: war on the passengers. Oh, we do it, Captain, Call
Speaker 5: them all together in the lounge. Oh, if we did
Speaker 5: anything like that, we'd be asking for a panic.
Speaker 8: We'll get one, whether we ask for it or not.
Speaker 5: Pick a few men and go through the cabin decks.
Speaker 5: Tell them individually inside their cabins, watch for any act
Speaker 5: that looks as though it might cause trouble, and we
Speaker 5: will keep an eye on them. Handle the crew with
Speaker 5: the same way. Right, Okay, as soon as you've finished
Speaker 5: all the deck offices and start searching again. Our only
Speaker 5: chance of preventing a riot is to find that damnable snake.
Speaker 3: The slow nightmare that followed grew worse. For the hour,
Speaker 3: none of us slept. All the ship's officers not on
Speaker 3: duty kept on with that endless search. Passengers locked themselves
Speaker 3: in their cabins, were huddled together in the lounges, knowing
Speaker 3: all the time that no spot on board could be
Speaker 3: called safe. Fear was a heavy fog, and the lungs
Speaker 3: of all of us and every light on the vessel
Speaker 3: burned throughout the night. Morning came and brought no relief.
Speaker 3: Terror and tension mounted by the hour.
Speaker 4: Then now, missus Crane, stop getting yourself or worked up
Speaker 4: and go back to your cabin. The horrid things probably
Speaker 4: crawled overboard anyway.
Speaker 3: You're just saying that you're paid to say it.
Speaker 2: You don't know.
Speaker 4: Nobody does now, Now everything's going to be all right.
Speaker 4: Or if you could only do something, if all of
Speaker 4: us could only get off the ship, they could umilicate it. Yes,
Speaker 4: that's what we've got to do.
Speaker 3: We've got to get off this Wait, and it's the
Speaker 3: moment he's gonna jump. Let me go, Let me go.
Speaker 2: Night's working with a woman.
Speaker 5: Get out down, Captain. Whatever you do, don't turn a loose.
Speaker 3: You never know when it might strike you.
Speaker 2: You can't put on a coat or move a chair
Speaker 2: without risking your life. Now something's gotta be done. It
Speaker 2: might be right here in this flower. Let's all right,
Speaker 2: mister Dave, you gotter quiet down, Take it easy, take
Speaker 2: it easy.
Speaker 3: Huh. You're a great officer. Why don't you do something
Speaker 3: about it?
Speaker 2: That thing might be crawling around here, right under our
Speaker 2: feet somewhere. I said, shut up, you're trying to start
Speaker 2: a panicing. I gotta right to talk.
Speaker 3: I don't want to die.
Speaker 2: Nobody's gonna tell you.
Speaker 3: The second night passed and morning came around again, a
Speaker 3: gray and rainy day, just as grim and tense dragged passed,
Speaker 3: and the night came down again, third night of the terror. Again,
Speaker 3: every light burned in the whole ship seethed in the
Speaker 3: throes of incipient panic, faced by a horror they'd never
Speaker 3: met on the sea before. Crew and officers alike were
Speaker 3: on the verge of revolt. Passengers sat huddled in a
Speaker 3: trance like stupor, ready to scream at the slightest unknown sound.
Speaker 3: At seven bells, I made my way forward to the
Speaker 3: chart room and found Captain Wood bent over a desk.
Speaker 5: Ah, Hello, Christopher, Come on in, sit down, sir.
Speaker 3: It's got to be somewhere, Captain Wood, it's got to be.
Speaker 5: I don't know. You could search this ship for six
Speaker 5: months and never touch all the places aboard. You can
Speaker 5: only hold out for two more days.
Speaker 3: We'll be in what's the home office?
Speaker 2: Say?
Speaker 5: Oh, here's the latest wireless from them? Keep quiet and
Speaker 5: keep coming? Else can we do? How is it on
Speaker 5: the decks?
Speaker 3: Pretty bad? Anything could happen.
Speaker 5: That's why I took the guns away from the men.
Speaker 5: One pistol shopping. We'd never rot on our hand.
Speaker 3: Oh the whole thing's my fault, Captain Wood. That's what
Speaker 3: I can't forget. Take it. It's only some way I
Speaker 3: could pay for it myself alone.
Speaker 5: No, I know how you feel, but it's no more
Speaker 5: your fault than mine or that man who asked you
Speaker 5: to bring the snake back alive. Nobody planned this. You'd
Speaker 5: better try and a little sleep. Sleep, mister Bowman made
Speaker 5: some coffee down the stairs Gally a while ago. Better
Speaker 5: go down, get yourself a cup, and then rest up
Speaker 5: for a couple of hours.
Speaker 3: Rest.
Speaker 5: I can't rest, Christopher, it's no good going.
Speaker 2: What are you gonna do?
Speaker 5: You can't help anything. You just tumbled through a hatch,
Speaker 5: half asleep and breaking. Nick, go on and get some coffee.
Speaker 5: One way or another. We've got to hold out for
Speaker 5: two more days.
Speaker 3: The light was on in the stewards gallon. The coffee
Speaker 3: pot was standing on. The stove was still warm, so
Speaker 3: I didn't bother to heat it. I poured out a cup,
Speaker 3: carried it over, and set it on the porcelain tabletop
Speaker 3: in the center of the room. I started to light
Speaker 3: a cigarette. The door of the pan cupboard beneath the
Speaker 3: sink was standing slightly Ajar and I happened to glance
Speaker 3: down toward it. Out from the dark interior, the cupboard
Speaker 3: shone two glittering points of light two inches apart. I
Speaker 3: dropped a cigarette and moved slowly backward. I'd found the bushmaster.
Speaker 3: As I moved, the snake slid out of the cupboard
Speaker 3: in a single, sinuous glide and drew back into a
Speaker 3: loose coil on the galley floor, never taking his eyes
Speaker 3: off me. I moved slowly back, waiting any moment for
Speaker 3: that deadly, slithering strike. How had he known it was me?
Speaker 3: He'd stayed quiet when Bowman was here. How did he
Speaker 3: know it to pick the first time in three days
Speaker 3: when I didn't have a gun O. My hands touched
Speaker 3: the wall behind me, and I stopped. Only then I
Speaker 3: realized in terror what I'd done. The call button and
Speaker 3: the door were on the far side of the room.
Speaker 3: I backed into a dead end. I stared at the
Speaker 3: snake in fascination, expecting any moment the ripping slash of
Speaker 3: those poisoned fangs. The horrid coils tightened a little, and
Speaker 3: then were still again. Ten million years of evolution to
Speaker 3: produce this moment. Homo sapiens versus lacasis muta man against
Speaker 3: mute fate, and all the odds were on fate. I
Speaker 3: knew then that I was going to die. I could
Speaker 3: feel a sweat run down between the painted wall, and
Speaker 3: palms of my hands pressed against it. My skin crawled
Speaker 3: and twitched, and the pit of my stomach was as
Speaker 3: cold as ice. There was no sound but the rush
Speaker 3: of blood in my ears. The snake shifted again, drawing
Speaker 3: into a tighter coil, always tighter. Why the devil didn't
Speaker 3: get it over with? And then for just an instant
Speaker 3: his head veered away. Something moved over by the stove.
Speaker 3: I didn't dare turn to look at it. Slowly it
Speaker 3: moved out into my line of vision. There was a
Speaker 3: cat that strawnye cat Clara that Mother Willis had sneaked
Speaker 3: aboard in Leaguira. Its back was arched and every hair
Speaker 3: stood on the end. It moved, stiff legged, now walking
Speaker 3: in a half circle around the snake. The bushmaster shifted
Speaker 3: slowly and kept watching the cat. He tightened he was
Speaker 3: going to strike. At any second. He struck and missed.
Speaker 3: The cat was barely out of reach. Now she was
Speaker 3: walking back and forth again. She was asking to die
Speaker 3: missed again by a fraction of an inch. He was
Speaker 3: striking now without even going to a full coil, miss
Speaker 3: again and again, always missing for the barest margin. Each
Speaker 3: time the cat danced barely out of reach, and each
Speaker 3: time she conned with one precise spat of a dainty paw,
Speaker 3: bracing her skinny frame on three stiff legs. And then
Speaker 3: suddenly I realized what she was doing. The bushmaster was tiring,
Speaker 3: and one strike was just an instant slow, But in
Speaker 3: that split second, sharp claws raked across the evil hadn't
Speaker 3: ripped out both of the lidless eyes. That cat had
Speaker 3: deliberately blinded the snake.
Speaker 6: Well.
Speaker 3: He didn't bother to coil now, but slid after in
Speaker 3: a fury, striking wildly and rapidly, always missing, and every
Speaker 3: strike was a little slower than the last one, until finally,
Speaker 3: as the snake's neck stretched out at the end of
Speaker 3: a strike, the cat made one leap and sank her
Speaker 3: razor sharp teeth just back of the ugly head, sank
Speaker 3: them in until they crunched bone with tooth and claw.
Speaker 3: She clung as the monster's snake flailed and last on
Speaker 3: the floor, striving to get those hideous boils around her,
Speaker 3: trying to break her hold, to shake off the slow
Speaker 3: and certain paralyzed death that gradually crept over him.
Speaker 7: And at last still his struggle forever. I took a
Speaker 7: deep breath.
Speaker 3: First in minutes, the cat lay on her side on
Speaker 3: the floor, panting, resting from the fight just over. And
Speaker 3: she had her right to rest. That mangy, brave, beautiful
Speaker 3: alley cat had just saved my life and maybe others
Speaker 3: as well. But as I turned toward the stove, I
Speaker 3: suddenly became very humble, and I knew all at once
Speaker 3: what a small thing a human being really is. I
Speaker 3: and others aboard were still alive, only by the merest accident.
Speaker 3: There were three reasons why that cat had fought and
Speaker 3: killed the world's deadliest snake, and those three reasons came
Speaker 3: tottering out from under the stove on shaky little legs,
Speaker 3: three kittens, with their eyes bright with wonder and their
Speaker 3: tails stiff as pokers. Up on the decks, hundreds of
Speaker 3: passengers were waiting for the news that the days and
Speaker 3: nights of terror were ended, and I could wait a
Speaker 3: little longer. I pulled open the doors of the cabinet
Speaker 3: found a can of milk, and then I dropped down
Speaker 3: on my knees on the floor of the galley.
Speaker 2: Escape is produced and directed by William N. Robson and
Speaker 2: Tonight Brought You a Shipment of Mute Fate by Martin Storm,
Speaker 2: adapted for radio by Les Crutchfield, with Jack Webb as
Speaker 2: Chris Warner, Raymond Lawrence as Captain Wood, and DJ Thompson
Speaker 2: as Mother Willis. The special musical score was conceived and
Speaker 2: conducted by cy Fure. Next week, at.
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Speaker 1: at the office or leaning over a hot stove all day,
Speaker 1: when you want to get away from it all, CBS
Speaker 1: again offers you escape.
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