The Sixth Bullet

one man trapped in the wreckage of his life, taunt him with a false hope for escape. That's our story, the sixth bullet, taken from the files of John Steele, adventurer. This is John Steele, back with another story of thrilling suspense and hard fast action.

And this week's tale is worth listening to, carefully, because it's about a man and a decision. Probably the most frightening decision that one can make. To tell it, here is the man, Harry Wilson. Harry, some people can get used to anything, the loneliness to worry, to failure to ugliness. I wasn't that kind. All my life I'd never gotten what I wanted.

Only I couldn't laugh it off like other people do. I tried, but it didn't work. I guess it all came to a head that night when I got back from the office. I'd been working for three months setting up a company insurance plan for a big client. If it went through, it'd me a new life for Grace and myself. We could move out of the apartment, get out in the suburbs,

maybe even buy a house when I got home. Grace was in the kitchen getting supper. She heard the door slam and called to me. The dinner would be ready in 15 minutes. I walked into the living room, picked up the paper and sat down. But the headlines didn't interest me.

I wondered if Marie would have called from the kitchen, or if she'd have met me at the door. Marie. She was the girl I wanted to marry. Is that the table Harry? Yeah, yeah. That's out of the thing.

What did you charge? Five dollars. Isn't there something you could do about there? Like what? I don't know. Must be something you could pour down the drain that will help. I'll ask the grosser. Do that.