Too Terrible to Be Believed Arthur Mielke

It's George's County, Maryland. The story is that actually happened. Arthur Milky's story as he lived it. It was a day in the spring, April. And I'll well you remember.

The Earth was green again. And you liked your job of county reporter for the Washington Times Herald because it let's you be there. Prince George's County across the District line in Maryland. You felt good that day, real good.

When you came into the local police station, there was nothing to make you record, but the world was also a place. What trouble? Well, I was business today. Anything I can use, Sergeant? I don't think so, aren't I?

Quiet, huh? Just this one thing from the hospital child was brought in in this morning, boy dead on arrival. dead on the arrival. Can I use your phone charger? Sure. Shucking with a hospital. You're in Newstrip with all this old Mrs.

Ritzley. Hello. This is not the Milky Times Herald. I understand the child was brought into emergency. The D.O.A. Yeah, that's right. Who was the doctor on the case? I may speak to him. Why not? I just want to get to the details.

Oh, I see. Well, thank you. What's better? I must be the longest at least any information. I say why? Yeah. It calls for the county medical examiner. Nothing to get excited over. In case of where the patient reaches the hospital already dead, it's a matter of law that the medical examiner has to conduct an autopsy as to the cause of death.

Still, the voice of the President spoke to you from the hospital. Sound of the little strange. There's only one way to find out, isn't there? You know Dr. Adams, the medical examiner. Don't say it.