The Wedding Dress

Oh no. Agh! Oh no! Someone's there. They opened the door. They opened the door. I thought, well, I think I'm not going downstairs. What is it? What happened?

Oh, they're there. Oh, they're there. Oh, they're there. Oh, it's me. The letter. Oh, so I'm downstairs. Oh, you heard. I think I'm all right. Someone came into my bedroom again. They woke me up.

Oh, they couldn't have been anyone darling. It was someone. I'm there to let know it was. You must have been dreaming. It's all the dark left behind, but I rushed out. It was only a hotted nightmare.

No, no one really had one. I heard them going downstairs. I ran after them and then... ...something got hold of my ankle. I'm sure you were imagining it. I know it's someone trying to do me hard.

Oh, I'm kidding. Then try some time out of my mind. The BBC presents A Case for Dr. Morel, another adventure by Ernest Jutney. With Cecil Parker as the famous Dr. Morel and feel as him as his secretary Miss Braille.

The wedding dress. His land is at that appointment. I better warn Dr. Morel. If I use ultraviolet light whose wavelength is shorter than that of the visible spectrum. Dr. Morel? Must you interrupt me Miss Braille?

Where was I? In the middle of some absorbing experiment I expect. I was. Oh yes, if the wavelength is shorter than the wavelength of the visible spectrum, Then even the finer details should emerge under the microscope.

I think it's Mrs. Lambert. She made an appointment with you at 12 o'clock this morning. To me and you think, Miss Blake, don't you know? Oh, that's her at the door. Mrs. Lambert. Are you assuming it to be her? merely because of the ring at the door coincides with the time she's expected.