048- The Man Who Would Be King -Ben Wright- -1

That up with the everyday grind. Wanna get away from it all? We offer you... Escape! Escape! Designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure. You are making your painful way over the great India desert.

Alone and dying of thirst. While behind you, pursuing you, for the fanatical coffee is, who once bowed to you as king. And now, call for your life. Tonight we escaped to India, and two soldiers of fortune who pushed fate too far.

As Roger Kipling told it in his famous story, the man who would be king. One Saturday night it was my unpleasant duty to put the paper to bed alone. It was a pitchy black knight, and stifling as a night can be in India and whom.

It was very still, save for the ticking of the clock above my desk, which seemed to shatter the black heat of the night as the hands crept toward 3 a.m. Thank you. And then from the patch, outside my door, I heard voices.

Now, who's there? Only us. And who are you? Oh, so you don't remember us, eh? No, I can't say that. I'll make the top half quarter then. Job per quarter. Yeah, and having the authorities turn us back for impersonating newspaper men.

You papermen. And then there was the train. Yeah, off of which you had a throne, if I remember correct. Oh, wait. That flaming red hair. That bald hen. Oh, Daniel Dravitz and Pichi Khan. They say, well, what you two want is time.

If it's money, I haven't got it. And if it's a fight, it's too beastly hot. Yeah, you can rest yourself easy, sir, because we have come asking for naught, except some information. We've been all over this country.