049- The Fugitive

Fed up with the everyday grind, Tired out from the summer heat. He want to 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 trapped in the dark streets of an old French town with two remaining avenues of... of escape. The workshop of a fearsome knife maker, are the arms of a beautiful but deadly woman. Tonight we escape to the south of France and to the manhunt of a master criminal. As Vincent Starrer told it in his unusual story, the fugitive. I had been six months in the

prison of Tarotel at the top of the hill above the little village of Sargeust. As you You know of course Sans Rufes is in the very south of France, buried in those dark forests that lead up to the great cags of the Pirainé.

I was enjoying this, in forced hospitality, after having been convicted as a thief, and quite rightly so. Oh, it is the fancy of some men to become bankers, of other soldiers, and it had always suited my own fancy to be a thief, of a no matter.

Day after day went by, with nothing to do but to look out over the forests, watch the sun sets and the lights in the Chateau-mo-to and six months began to seem like a lifetime. So, in my customary logical fashion, I decided to escape.

Mr. Juprecy, you are addressing me, Mr. Lemieux. Oh, dear, who else? Do you think I expect to find you entertaining visitors behind this iron door? Who knows whether detective may think? I have never found enough mentality and one to be able to analyze it.