The Man Who Died Twice

This is the mysterious traveler, inviting you to join me on another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying. I hope you will enjoy the trip, that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back, get a good whip on your nerves and be comfortable if you can. As you hear the story I call, the man died twice. Tonight, the man died. Tonight we're going to delve into a murder most strange. One that confused many of the greatest legal minds of our day. My story begins in the mansion of Judge Marshall,

situated high on a hill overlooking a large New England city. It is early evening and Judge Marshall, one of the state's foremost jurists, is sitting in his library reading a legal brief. As he intently reads, the French door leading to the port, slowly and silently swings open, revealing a huge white-haired man standing in the doorway.

His tremendous bent frame shows the remains of a man who's been a giant in his youth. Suddenly the judge becomes aware that he isn't alone. He quickly turns and sees his visitor. Who? Who are you? What are you doing here?

Don't you remember me, Judge? No, I can't say that I do. Think back. Think back 16 years when you were judge at a murder trial. 16 years? My good man, I presided over a great many murder trials, as you call them, and I still don't know who you are.

Just keep looking at me, Judge, and think back. Think back. You do look familiar. I'll help you remember. My name is Adams. Luke Adams. Luke Adams. Yes, yes. Now I remember. I sentenced you to prison for 25 years for killing a man.