218- Eye of Evil

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You are standing in a moonlit clearing somewhere in the Burmese jungle, the ruins of an ancient temple at your back. while gliding silently across the grass towards you. The knife in her hand held pointing at you is the beautiful yet deadly high priestess of the cult you have profaned.

The exotic girl who must now take your life. Listen now, as escape brings you Kathleen Hight's story, Eye of Evil. I studied Fairchild as he read the letter. He was not a man I would ordinarily turn to for help, but I was not acquainted in Mandalay.

Then to he knew Campbell. I mean no slur against their child. He was bright enough as government office clerks go. I had simply hoped for more formidable assistance. This is the last letter you received from Campbell?

The last word of any sort until I cabled him to meet me in Mandalay. He cabled back that he would and named this hotel at noon today. Well, it's only two hours late. Two hours doesn't mean much in Burma.

I'm not especially concerned about these two hours. The letter, eh? I can't say I blame you. Oh, the sort of letter. Doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Not to me. Not to anyone at the historical society.

I hate to suggest this, but it sounds as if the old boys cracked a bit, wouldn't you say? That's more or less what I've been sent to find out. This part here, he says, I shall fail if where I look my eye see no beauty.