The Gentle Strangler

The Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation brings you crime photographer. Gee, it's hot today, Casey. Here it is only April 24th. April 24th. The anniversary of Ethel Red. My anniversary, Casey, you know I ain't even married.

I didn't say you, Ethel Bird. I said Ethel Red. What's King of England? Oh, what's he famous for? Oh, who knows? But everyone knows what anchor hawking is famous for. Anchor hawking is the most famous name in glass.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor hawking glass corporation of Lancaster, Ohio and its more than 10,000 employees bring you another adventure of Casey crime photographer.

Ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Written by Alonzo Dean Cole. Our adventure for tonight, the gentle strangler. April, spring, around nine o'clock in the evening. Acquired neighbors.

From one of these homes, a dignified white-haired gentleman emerges, and strolls leisurely down a tree-lined avenue. A man appears from the shadow of one of the trees and... Find me. Can I beg the favor of a light?

Right. I wish to smoke. I have a cigarette and no mask. No, certainly. My light on. Thank you. You are Judge Whitcomb, are you not? Yes. I have seen your pictures in the paper. May I walk with you to the next corner?

Yes, you wish. Good evening, Judge. Oh, good evening, Dr. Crawford. Beautiful night. Lovely, lovely. spring is finally here. Yes spring the end of winter the beginning. I don't recognize you sir. You live in this neighborhood? No I do not live anywhere.

I beg your pardon. I say I do not live. I do not understand. You will because the dead do not live. The dead? Yes, Judge Whitcomb. This clump of evergreen's here. They are the denser. They cast deep shadows. Are you choking me? You see, Judge. You do not live anymore.