The Ghost in the Garden

Good evening. Tonight your mystery playhouse presents Miss Leslie Woods in an inner sanctum mystery. The title of Ghost in the Garden. Now we're at your door, Mr. Host, so open it, won't you? Good evening, friend, to be an O'sanquent.

This is your host inviting you in through the squeaking door. Good morning. Come and join our happy little community. And if you're not very careful, maybe you can stay. It's happened to some of our nicest people, and believe me, they've never regretted it.

As they always say, it's a place to rest your bones. Remember ours is the only community that has no taxes, no housing problem, No inflation and no politician. Of course it might seem a little dead to you, but that's the idea, isn't it?

We get down to brass tanks. And I do mean the ones that go around the edge of a coffin. Don't sneer, I've heard better jokes myself, but remember, he who laughs when we and the inner tank come laugh, meet Laura.

A nice girl in her 30s who had an uncle and worried about it. It was a present life at Green Tower. It was present being mistress of the huge Time One house. And the total acres of surroundings.

And the money that came in regularly. Always. It was present being married to Tony, who was very handsome and very gay, and who they said had married me for my money. Well, perhaps he had, but he was fond of me anyway.

I'm sure he was, even though he was younger than I. We're only a very little younger. It was a pleasant sight. Until Uncle Edward came home. Tony had gone out to the village, I think, to pick up something or other.