012- Pollack and the Porroh Man

Worried about the United Nations, anxious about those bills piling up, want to get away from it all. CBS offers you escape for the victim of a native witch doctor, pursued from the west coast of Africa to the west end of London by the grinning face of a dead man.

You are under the curse of a poor man. The Columbia Broadcasting System and its affiliated stations present, Escape, produced and directed by William N. Robeson and carefully plotted to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Tonight we escape to the dark lowlands of West Africa and the mind of a man who scoffed at native magic as H.G. Wells paints it in his gripping story, Pollock and the Poor I had spent considerable time in Africa, but I have given little credence to the many superstitions of the natives there. Voodoo curses, weird incantations of witch doctors and the like, had always

seemed a pretty silly business to me. But that was before the affair of Pollock, the Pora Man. Even then, while the thing was happening, I took little notice. It was only when I got back to England some months later, and went to see Pollock climbing up the three flights of stairs to his lonely bedroom, that I began to realize the ghastly truth of it. One look

at him was enough. I had never before seen a man so unnaturally wasted, so prematurely aged and broken, so eerily mad, this man lying on the bed, looking up at me with haggard eyes. It was good of you to come or to house.

Nonsense old chap, I just thought I'd look you up and say hello. But I had no idea I would find you ill. Ill? Yes, I suppose I am ill. I suppose that's what you'd call it.