46xxxx (014) Murder is a Lonely Business

Me and... Give you money! All the money you want now! Right now! You monsters! I'll make you pay for this! Midnight. The witching hour when the night is darkest are fierce, the strongest, and our strength that it's lowest ever.

Midnight. When the graves gave open than death's. How? You'll learn the answer in just a minute in. Murders are lonely business. And now, murder at midnight, unusual stories of terror and mystery by Radio's masters of the macabre.

This tale, a study of murder in duet, is by William Moorwood. It's title, murders a lonely business. That is cemetery, that burial is taking place. Or as much of a bitter please almighty god of his great mercy taken to himself the soul of our brothers.

Chief Mortar is a friend of Grace Kilson, and stands beside the open grave. And as he looks at his wife, bitter thoughts towards their friends' mind. Look at her. Look at her standing there, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.

Tears. Real tears after what she did, after what she made me do. She doesn't know what sincerity is or love or pity either. She's hard. Hard all the way through. I never even suspected to.

Do we kill him? No. That's the way she acted. I'll never forget it. Never. And the nightmare always. How can I go on living with her? How can I ever trust her again? What am I to do?

Oh Lord, I'd give anything for it. I think I have a memory that's never been quick. I believe he's really crying. Really sorry. As if he cared a hoop about his uncle Ed would out-side of the money he could get out of him.