Death Wears a Mask

It's now the Mole Mystery Fifth. Presentive I-M-O-L-L-E. The heavier brushless shaving cream for tough whiskers or a tender skin. There's Jeffrey Barnes welcoming you to the Mole Mystery Theatre, the program that presents the best in mystery and detective fiction.

Tonight's mystery entitled Where's the Mask? was owned by Robert Mitchell and Dean Levitt and stars Bill Quinn. It's the story of Joseph Talbot, who escapes from prison and tries to claim the woman he loves.

To do so, he finds himself forced to assume two aliases. One is a common enough name, John Mason. But the other is Humpty Dumpty. And his short career follows that of the mother goose character, other croaksly, as he finds that there wears a mask.

Well, so, Mr. Barnes, you sure have me curious about this Humpty Dumpty character. I can hardly wait. But first, there's one thing I just can't help saying. It's this. Many shaving tough whiskers or a tender skin has you hollering for help, then call for a mole.

The heavier brushless shaving cream. Yes, sir. It's slow. So slow. It's slick. So slick. It's a smooth, slick, slick shave. you get with M.O.L.E. First time, pop pop. Mole. The heavier brushless shaving crane for tough whiskers or a tender skin.

Try it. Mole. That was a nice mole mystery. Death. Where's a mask? Black mask. That's when my insides turned ice water. I clamped the rigid grip on my courage up to bend.

Told one of my poise my feelings until I unfolded that black mask. And I got scared. Really scared. That's when the whole awful business boils through my mind like a churning taurant. The taurant of grinning, gaudy faces of laughs and shrieked-dying.