056- Orient Express

Bared up with the everyday grind, tired out by the dull routine, you want to get away from it all. We offer you escape. Escape. Friends crived to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

You're aboard the Orient Express rushing through the European nightbound for Istanbul. And a new compartment with you, a gun pointed at your head, a small, mysterious stranger, is about to take your life. Today we escape from reality to the tense world of Balkan in preg, as Graham Green pictured it in his famous novel, Orient Express.

Orient Express, now leaving. My name is Gregory Mayat. In 1932, I had to go to Istanbul on business and I decided to take the Orient Express. After an uneventful trip across the channel, I found myself at the station in Austin, Belgium, where the Orient Express began.

The porter took my bags and overcoat to my first-class compartment while I lingered on the platform. And, inevitably, somebody bumped into me. Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, that's quite all right. Which way are the second-class coaches most?

That way, I think your suitcase looks heavy. May I? Oh no thanks, I can manage all right. I owe it back. She had a very nice figure, trim and erect. I wondered whether she was going as far as Istanbul.

Oh yeah, thanks, friends. What do you want? What do you want? I made my way down the platform to my coach. But there was a stranger in my compartment going through my overcoat. Young man, you have the wrong compartment.

And you have the wrong overcoat. This coat is mine. Also this compartment, number seven. It happens to be number eight. Eight. I have made a mistake. A thousand apologies, sir. That's all right. Thank you.