Murder Goes Free

Very mysterious, traveler. This is the machine traveling. Invite me to join me on another journey in the Bureau-Mood trains and the terrifying. I hope you will enjoy the trip, but it will really, really, will it, and kill you, will it, and go settle back.

Then it could quit on your nerves and be comfortable. Join Walter Catlett. Murder goes far from Eden, every year of the door. I was walking along one of the main streets of a large city.

I was stopped by an elderly man who seemed to have usually agitated. Pardon me, sir. May I speak with you for a moment? It could. There's... here. Perhaps this will help. Please, please. Listen, money, I won't.

I just want so much listening to me. No one is interested in fooling justice, don't I? No one. Well, I should be glad to see what you have to say. You... you will listen to my story?

Yes. I would have confessed something that's on my conscience. I've confessed a hundred times, not one thousand times, yet blue one will believe me. You must help me make the belief. It all began that day in my office.

When Martin, my son came in to see me. Hello, Dad. All right. Oh, Martin, I'm glad you're here. I want to talk to you. Oh? Sounds if I've done something, you know, a fool of Dad.

You read the gossip column in this morning's daily legend? Oh, all right. Why haven't you told me about this woman Diana with her? Well, I'm sorry, Dad. I just didn't think it was important. You've always told me about your other friends.

Are you ashamed of Diana with her? No, of course not. How should I be? Martin, you were as well as I do with her. Reputation is, well, spectacular to put it kindly. The stories of Bader all lies.