026- The Vanishing Lady -national broadcast different production

in Paris, unable to speak the language, unable to cope with a gigantic conspiracy, which seeks to convince you that you are mad, and you know you are the victim of a plot from which there is no escape.

Escape. Produced and today written by William N. Rokesen and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure. Today we escaped to Paris at the time of the Great Paris Exposition and one of the recurring legends of the 20th century in Alexander Wilker's version of the story of the vanishing lady

Another cup of tea Bruce. No thank you, Madia. I'll just light up the pipe now and have a look at the evening standard I'd like another please mother. All right, Alice Yes. Uh-oh. Only one sugar, dear.

We must watch our figures, you know. Oh, well, none since. A growing girl like Alice needs plenty of sugar. See, Mother, Daddy, a proof. Perhaps. But Mother is still boss. Yes, Mother. There's a dear.

Mother? Yes, dear. I've been thinking. Yes, dear. I've been thinking about my grandparents. Oh. I know all about Daddy's parents. Daddy's parents, her grandfather Stanley commanded a dreadnought, the Battle of Jutlin. It was not a dreadnought, Alice. It was a heavy cruiser.

Yes, heavy cruiser. He got the VC and her grandmother Stanley was a volunteer nurse at West to large when the Zeplins came over. And I know about your father, Toon. How he died in India from his wounds and how gallant he was at the Kiber Pass. But, Mother.

Yes, dear. You've never, never told me anything about grandmother, Winship. And I know and I'd like to know something. Bruce. The child 16. I think it's time she knew. But Bruce. And you'd probably feel better to get it off your chest.