Old Sixtoes, How He Stopped Construction on the B. B. C. and I

Good evening. This is crime classics. I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime listen a maidens laughter a maid of India with bells on her feet That jingle when she runs She's having a lovely time The picnics been a great success and now her husband's chasing her through the tall dress

here he comes For an older man he's got a pretty good scribe, and before she knew it he had his wife circling around an almond tree, caught her. Then the thing that ruined the picnic for everybody.

Jealousy lurking nearby with a sledgehammer. Tonight, my report to you on old six toes, how he stopped construction on the BBC and I. In 1880, the great Sepoia Rebellion was already just a memory, and those who had lived through the hundred days of lance and torch and British Square had settled back with a tight little

smile, waiting. Queen Victoria had been proclaimed Empress and Lord Dundridge was saddling his first pony in the cool gardens outside Bombay. And to the west and south, Cancan Province was welcoming spring. The soft winds up from the Gulf were cooling and set away the temple bells. Of other bells, however, those small ones held to the ankles of Bagi with golden

wires, she set them away herself. She seemed to always be running from this task to that, from this person to that, on this mission or that. And one day she was noticed and admired and bargained for. I have seen her and until you are her father. As I am. Has she been been spoken for many times. The young men of the village are young men. They have youth.