Thunderbolt

Good evening. This is Ken Roberts, inviting you to listen to another adventure of Casey, crime photographer. Ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Our adventure for tonight? Fundable. Night. A night of storm.

A public garage in the neighborhood of Deluxe Department Houses and stately city mansion. An expensive car is driven in as an alert attendant. Sir, to the pimpter. Good evening, Dr. Holley. Yes. I'm not going to be a good evening, Jim.

By the way, this thing only goes wash and polish before you put it away. I can see that, sir. Pretty bad weather out. It's filthy. I'll get a man to run you home doctor. Don't bother, I'm dressed for rain and need exercise so I'll walk as usual.

Whatever you say, sir. No. Glad, Jim. I got the Holley. Pardon me, sir. Yes? May I trouble you for a match? Oh, I certainly. Drop and weather, isn't it? Yes, pretty bad. Look, here's a book of matches you can keep them.

Sure you have others? Oh yes, good luck. Excuse me. Aren't you Dr. Foley? Yes. Oh, I've seen papers in the medical journals. Do you mind if I walk with you for a short distance? Oh, you wish? I shall consider it a privilege.

Are you a position yourself? No, it was once my ambition to become a great brain surgeon such as you are, but now I'm just a sort of jack-of-all-clage, which means, of course, that I'm what the world calls a failure.

Well, success and failure are matters of viewpoint. Oh, how true. A man can be as he thinks. He can rise above misfortune and live in Valhalla with the gods. A thunder. To me, that is Thor, the mighty, wielding his hammer, forging his thunderbows to strike the mountain giants. You I sound mad. Well you sound interesting Mr. Dawson is