Killer Lightning

Right, Martin. Yes.

Rain's under lightning. Oh, what an awful day. I don't know the old saying, has there? Yes. In a week's life a little rain must fall. Oh. And this may help us. Martin, how are we going to do it?

There are many ways to do it, my dear. No. The way to do it isn't a problem. The problem is to get away with it. No one ever gets away with it, Martin. You want your husband killed, not your husband?

Do you have to ask that? No. Now don't worry, my dear. I know a way to kill him. Oh, did you? But because we'll be suspected. You'll be because you're his adoring wife. Please. I, because I'm a rival, fellow scientist, we must be certain there's no truth as death was caused by us.

I know, Aunt Martin. But how can we kill Donald so that no one will know that we did it? Well, first, by remembering what every killer forget. that a gun can be traced through holistics, that a knife may retain fingerprints, that rope or poison can be traced.

Martin, Martin, we could get rid of the body, destroy it. That too is something I cannot forget. A body is almost impossible to destroy completely. No, Hesterm idea. We must kill Donald in such a way that the police can find no weapon, no clue.

In fact, no evidence of murder. Yeah! Oh, Martin, I'm so afraid of thunder. But according to my idea, as far as Donald is concerned, that wasn't the crack of thunder. That was the crack of doom.

And now, ought to become or as Boston Blackie, enemy to those who make him an enemy, friend to those who have no friend. Here's report 75C on experiment Malabar, Mr. Carson. Oh, thank you, Mr. Crane.