46xxxx (024) Death Across the Board

This is where he formed from us. Good Lord, there he is, lying under the cobalt, said. His throat cut from ear to ear. And there look, huh? Right next to him. Another of those devilish chess men.

Midnight, the witching hour when the night is darkest, our fears the strongest, and our strength at its lowest end. Midnight, when the graves keep open and death strikes. How? You learn the answer in just a moment in death across the board. Murder at midnight, tales of mystery and terror by radio's masters of the macabre. Our

story by Robert Newman is Death Across the Board. It's about 11 o'clock on a sultry summer evening and Dr. John Strand is standing in front of the window of a pawn shop in the oldest part of the city. There is the usual collection of odds and ends on display and also some items that are rather unusual. On a sudden impulse

He pushes open the door and goes in. Good evening, sir. Good evening. Is there anything I can do for you? No, thank you. If you're on mine, I'd just like to look around. I hope it means I just thought that if there was something in particular you were looking for, I have some very fine glassware.

Of nail flint and sandwich glass? No, thank you. I don't go in for glass collecting. Hello, this chess set. It's a very interesting one. And a very interesting game you are playing, my dear sir, you have no idea how interesting.

Who's moved? Are whites. Oh, well then, whites should win in six moves. That, sir, is very much open to question. Well, perhaps we can play sometime. How much for this set? Oh, I'm awfully sorry, but it is not for sailors to wear.