Ladies in Retirement AFRS Myst Phs 163

This is PSCX opening the doors of the Mystery Playhouse once again, and for your pleasure the night, we selected a mystery play that is recognized by many critics of the modern fact. It's Ladies in the Retirement, written by the Firsty and Legend of Demi.

It is not a hootana. You'll know the murderer. Your problem will be to guess whether or not the murderer will be caught, and if so, how? I think you'll find a guessing very fastening. Listen now to Ladies and Retire.

All the marshes of the Thames River below Gravesend is a place called Estuary House. There, seated before a piano, is an aging woman wearing a flaming on a bash red wig.

She is singing a song of her youth. It's a whale! Albert, blame! Albert, Feather! Hey, Braco! All right, Lucy, you run back to your kitchen now and get all the work.

You're just as your wish, Miss. You're an increase, never you, Albert. The one who clocks in the bank is crazy. You're obedient servant, and you are a sacred of its face. Arnold wrote me that you were bringing you down here as your housekeeper.

Er, shall I have to wait long for Arnold? About a week. She's gone up to London. Week? Oh, Lord. That has done it. I'm done for that's all just done for something wrong Albert Well, I'm short in my petty cash account at the bank and I don't put it back by the time the cashier checks up tonight

Well, it's the junk for me. I Don't suppose that you what the amount Well 12 pounds Waiting again, oh an actress there there was a company in Grey's End last week. Oh the old friend I play there myself front row in the corners. Oh, yeah, the go of course. Well, you shall have your twelve