The Grey Mist Murders

I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. The grey mist murders. Yes, we have that crime club story for you. Come right over. We're here.

Good. Take the easy chair by the window. Comfortable. The book is on this shelf. Here it is, the Grey Mist Murders. By Constance and Gwyn Flittle, the very intriguing story of a pleasure cruise that became a floating horror.

Let's look at it under the reading lamp. It was late afternoon, and Robert Arnold's ocean going yacht, the Grey Mist, was already eight hours out of San Francisco and traveling under full steam toward Honolulu.

Two of his friends, Peter Kondit and Phyllis Marsh, stood by the rail in the bow of the ship, that sawed as they watched the water go by. Then a few moments later... Nothing to say, Phyllis?

Oh, I'm sorry, Phyllis. I was just thinking. What about? We ought to get married. What? All of us. A triple wedding. Carla Bray and Bob Arnold. You and Chet Gordon and... And you and Kay Bailey.

Uh-huh. Today. Bob could get the skipper to do the honors. You're slightly off the beam, Peter. I know it sounds crazy, but why not be crazy for a change? Not with my life. I believe in waiting and watching.

What for? You're gonna marry Chet anyway, aren't you? Maybe. Oh, aren't you sure? I don't know. I don't know. But you're engaged? So Peter? Huh? It's Kay. Now you can ask her how she feels about a double wedding.

Alright, stand by and watch the reaction. Okay darling, come over here. I've got something to ask you. After me, sweetheart. No! Kay! Well Peter, wouldn't you like to know what that was for? What's the idea Kay?