The Letter AFRS Myst Phs

to a playhouse that's coming for you. You're going to hear an exciting version of Somerset Mone's classic story. Come with me to Singapore, pre-war Singapore, making plays of a hundred races. Singapore, where the sun beats down feasts and packs crowded streets glittering in a stifling heat. But in a The law office of Edward Joyce is presently cool until the ringing of the phone,

heralding the events that were to set fire to Mr. Joyce's conscience, burning their lessening to his memory forever. Hello? Well now take it easy Robert. Nothing's worth getting excited about in this heat. What'd you say?

I knew it's house insane but they brought her up. Well now, wait a minute now calm down. What's all this nonsense about? What's the rest they charge with? Murder. No, that's fantastic. I'll see him in 10 minutes here at the office.

And don't worry, if Leslie, Vincent, will straighten this ridiculous affair out in no time. Now go on with your story, Robert. Jeff Hammond came to your bungalow while you were away. He made advances to Leslie, and she shot him.

How you going, please? But that's all there is, Joyce. What? That's what you're insane about the whole thing. We've known Hammond for years. His plantation was right next to ours. We often had him out to dinner and...

Well, he always seems such a decent chap. I just can't understand how he gets back to that way. It must have been mad. I see. Well, then it's a clear case of self-defense. There's nothing to worry about.

If your wife is telling the truth. What the devil do you mean? Now don't get excited, Robert. Now, suppose Leslie were trying to protect someone. But why? That's someone she loves. You. Why? Well, perhaps Leslie thinks that you killed him.