Death Has a Cold Breath

Produced and directed by Robert A. Arthur and David Cogan. And starting tonight, two of Radio's outstanding personalities, Frank Redick and Jan Minor, in an original play titled Death Has a Cold Breath.

This is the mysterious trap, inviting you to join me on another journey into the realm of the strange and the terrifying. I hope you will enjoy the trip. and it will thrill you a little and chill you a little, as we discover that death has a cold breath.

Your name is Andy Marlow, once you are a very successful publicity agent. But this morning as you slouch behind your big mahogany death, you feel terrible. You're nursing a hangover, you're worrying about the IOUs you've been passing out the last few months to certain rather tough individuals who run gambling houses.

You're slipping, slipping fast. Your bankroll is gone, your girl Julie, who's just as hard and beautiful as the diamond she loves to wear, is looking for greener passions. And you're on the skids. Unless you come up with a smart idea.

You stare at your appointment pad with bleary eyes. The first name on it is Harold Farrington. Harold Farrington, the map and day I held of 20 years back. Now he's a has been ham. You almost tell your assistant to send him away, but you change your mind and have him send in.

Andy, Andy old boy, you're looking splendid. I just got back from Florida. Could I drop in and say hello? Sit down, Harold. Cut out the hot air. You haven't the price of the trip to South Jersey, much less Florida, and I know it.

You're always bluffing direct Andy. That's what I like about you. Yes, it's embarrassing to admit it, but I am financially substandard at the moment. If it's a touchhow, the answer is no. I wouldn't dream of asking you for a loan, Andy.