Desert Death

Lipton tea and Lipton soup presents inner sanctum mysteries. Good evening friends. This is Raymond your host. Welcome again to the inner sanctum. Come in, won't you?

You'll have to excuse me for not getting up, but I have an awfully stiff neck. You see, I was out with a certain lady last night who collects very curious things. She spent the first half of the evening telling me how wonderful I am, but after that, well, it's one thing when a girl tries to turn your head.

It's another one she tries to twist it off. And now, friend, let me introduce someone who is a real lady. She must be a lady because she wants to reform me. Come in, Mary Bennett.

Hello folks. Drop a coffin and sit down, Mary. Now, Mr. Raymond, please don't talk that way. It is nice. Why are you always pretending to be so cold-hearted and creepy? Underneath, I'm sure you're a friendly, good-natured sort of man.

Yes, you are. Underneath, you just like everybody else. I'll bet you like to come home in the evening, put on an old jacket and slippers and then sit down to suffer. Yes, sir, and Albert, I know one of your favorite dishes, too.

Noodle soup. Or most all men like noodle soup. That's why Lipton's is so popular. Lipton's noodle soup is real homemade tasting. It's got a grand chicken-y flavor and it's swimming with noodles. Egg noodles too. You know Lipton's noodle soup will bring a family swarming to the table quicker in the dinner bell. Mr. Raymond, someday I'm gonna take you home with me and feed you a

good hot bowl of Lipton's noodle soup. Oh well thanks for the invitation Mary. And now let me invite you to come to the desert and hear the story of desert death. It's an original tale written by that spinner of surprise stories, Robert Newman.