3 The Blackout Killer

Sesha, in the dark fearsome days of 1939, when the British Empire stood at the threshold of total war with Germany, no mind could withstand the impact of impending disaster without seeking refuge in some escape. In a moment you will hear the strange story starring Ruth Warren, a story you will remember for its weird implications of and Sesha, the sulphurous vapors of something

poisonous and evil, the strange glaring lights on the docks, hallowening a casket being hoisted aboard a ship, a ship destined to sail this night into the shroud of darkness toward the west. A girl, Judith Webster, also destined to sail this ship into whatever port the fates may decree, but then let her tell her own story of her voyage through darkness, of an apprehension

she could not escape, a complete and overwhelming session. It happened in 1939, shortly before England and Germany were at war. I was in London, serving as traveling companion to Mrs. Edna Prescott, a wealthy, quite elderly the American woman. She wasn't a present person, but that he's practiced black-out for a particular source of annoyance to her. I remember thinking how ironic it was that she should die during

one of them. I even thought it was a cause. Till the doctors assured me that her death was due to a common heart ailment. I was very busy the next few days, arranging passage to America, getting my train ticket down to Southampton and carrying out the promise I made him his pasket. It didn't relish any part of it. Miss Webster, oh yes, the young

woman who's escorting the casket. Here's your ticket. The young woman who's escorting the casket. I said it's over. So matter of fact, it's such things occurred every day, I suppose we do. And yet every minute on that train I felt uncomfortable. On edge. It seemed as if the trip to Southampton and the