The Bottle Imp AFRS Myst Phs

centered around the bottle. A very untrusted and artistic bottle. Anything you wished while it was in your possession came true. But you had to settle the bottle to someone else in a fortnight for less than the paid for it. If you didn't, you'd go stark, stare me mad.

This Peter Laurie opening the doors of the mystery playhouse. Yes, tonight's back time story is about a button and empty button. Well, not quite empty. Maybe, but you'll see what I mean in a minute. Let's just say for now that this is no ordinary button. I think you'll be interested to hear about it. I really do. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote this story many,

many years ago. But it's been modernized and the scene changed from Hawaii to New York City. So get yourself set for something different in a way of a mystery. Listen now to a fascinating page.

Go for it again. No, I can't get rid of it. I can't get rid of him. It's him. It's him from the bottle laughing at me. Him, Sam had jumping up and down and laughing.

He can't get away from him. He can't get away from me. Oh, I did this by the bottle for one cent. No, I can't get rid of him. Come, gentlemen. Let me close the door.

I can't do anything. As you can see, gentlemen, my wife was mad. Mr. Welder, in my entire career as a psychiatrist, I've never heard anything so strange. Your wife is absolutely convinced there is an infinite bubble.

I told you it was an unusual case, Dr. Jenkins. That's why I asked you, Assistant. I'm inclined to think it's paranoia, delusions, but... Well, that was my original diagnosis, Dr. Jenkins, but now I'm thinking of schizophrenia.