45-xx-xx ep01 The Hands of Death

The sale! Once again the Keeper of the Book is ready to unlock the ponderous volume in which is recorded all the secrets and mysteries of mankind through the ages. All the lore and learning of the ancients.

All the strange and mystifying stories of the past, the present, and the future. Keeper of the book, what tale will you tell us this time? Face, I must unlock the great padlock,

which keeps the sealed box safe from praying eyes. Now, what story shall I tell you? I have here till of every kind, Tails of murder, of madness, of dark deeds, and of events strange beyond all belief.

There, now let me see, here is a tale for you. A dark story of two brothers, one of them killed because he could not help himself. The other one was interested in murder too, but in a very different way.

The title of the tale is The Hands of Death. Here is the tale as it is written in the sealed book. began in San Francisco on a night of thick suffocating fog. A young man hurrying homeward turns a corner and bumps abruptly into a huge figure, striding toward him.

Oh excuse me, fog is so thick I didn't see you. It's all right. Tell me do you live here, Here in San Francisco. Why? Well, yes, I do. Do you know where Edward Moorlock lives now?

Why? No, I... No, I never heard of him. Now if you'll excuse me... No, wait. But I've really got to get home. I just want a light from your cigarette. Oh, of course. Here, I'll hold it for you.

I just hold it like that. No, what is it? What's the matter? Nothing. It... It's nothing. It's my hands, isn't it? They frightened you. No, no, it's nothing. My hands, they disgusted you. No, no, of course not.