No Grave Can Hold Me

The new slow broadcasting system presents The Mysterious Traveler. Written, produced and directed by Robert A. Arthur and David Cook. And featuring tonight, two of radio's most distinguished personalities, Santa Sautéga and Richard Cookin in, No Grave Can Hold Me.

And the serious tremor, might you join me on another journey around the full strain at the pterifying. I hope you will enjoy the trip. That will thrill you a little and kill you a little.

As we travel tonight, no man may return and we learn the story of one who does return. It's the story I call, Oh, Grave and Olds me. My story starts in a court of law, where a man is on trial for his life.

The court room is tense, for the jury is out deciding the prisoners' fate. But the prisoner himself, A tall man with glossy black hair and piercing eyes. Sits calmly with his lawyer, his daughter Nora, and his son-in-law Harry Wilson, waiting for the fake-through verdict.

Oh, you sure? Father, I think the jury is coming in now. They say it's a bad sign when the jury is out for such a short while. You need not to worry either of you.

I shall be free. I certainly hope so, Randolph, but... You know, you did admit you killed Clemens because he insulted me. He called me a Mount of Angk, a Charlotte and a Trickster. He called a great Randolph a baker.

So he died. Where they come? Oh, Father, I'm frightened. And it's taken me places in the jury box now. What ghostly grim, I repeat, have no fear for me. Home and of the jury, Has the jolie reached a verdict?