025- Three Good Witnesses -national broadcast

You are speeding through the Turkish night on the Taurus Express. You are alone and unarmed and somewhere on the train is a calm killer from whom you must escape. Escape produced and directed by William N. Robson and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Tonight we escaped to Turkey and the Taurus Express which carries a shipment of death as Harold Lamb told it in his exciting story. Three good witnesses. I took the Taurus Express that night because I was going home back to the United States, back to California and my routine job at the oil company.

Two days before, I'd given my final report to our State Department man, Liston Bull, a negative report. In Mr. Ward, you're considered a opinionist that there is no oil in this area? Not enough to be worth drilling for.

Not at this late date. Ward be over before we can get out 10,000 barrels. You'll be an optimistic, Mr. Ward. Ward isn't over yet. Who can say when it will be? Well, that's true, but...

But what does our mark say? He agrees with me completely. So does Windham, the British engineer. We're all agreed. three good witnesses, huh? Well, in that settlement. What do you mean? Three good witnesses. Oh, that's an old saying out here in the Middle East.

Company rabs a flank. In their old law, the testimony of three independent and trustworthy witnesses was enough to establish a guilt or innocence of an accused person. But why three? I suppose two witnesses to a crime might tell the same lie.

But if three fellas tell the same story, well, it must be true. Maybe. I suppose the odds against three making up the same story would be high, but I don't know whether I'd like to trust my neck with that kind of justice.