Sub-rosa Justice

Mystery house. That strange publishing firm owned by Dan and Barbara Glenn, where each new novel is acted out by the Mystery House staff before it is accepted for publication.

Mystery house. Well, Barb, I hope tonight's story is good enough to make a best-seller novel. No, I think it is. Oh, let's see. Now, what's the title again? That bro's a justice. The folks already acted out?

Sure, they're out in the game room. I'll go get them. and say while Mrs. Glenn's rounding up the rest of them, here's something you should hear. Okay, gracious everybody. Set the scene, will you, Tom?

Sub-Brosa Justice. Tonight's story opens in a doctor's office. Foreign Carlson is looking at the doctor with a mew's disfavor. Oh, come now, doctor. You're being too abstract. You're putting on that smug, complacent, professional face.

I have tracked to be as plain as possible, Mr. Carson. In cases such as yours, one cannot be specific. One cannot be specific. Well, maybe not. But one can be blunt. Take a chance, doctor.

Tell me something that adds up. All right, Mr. Carlson, you have one month to live. Maybe a little more, probably somewhat less. Thank you, doctor. Thank you. Now, one month to live. Now, that's quite amusing in a way.

Oh, don't look so shocked. With any affliction such as yours, Mr. Carlson. That really is funny, doctor. and afflictions such as mine. Do you know why I'm so little disturbed about dying? Because I've lost my affliction.

You must be mistaken about that, Mr. Carson. The x-rays show quite the x-rays. Did you take an x-ray of my soul, doctor? Or is it medical science that well developed yet? Pardon me. I'm doing the identical thing I accused you of doing a few minutes ago.