45-xx-xx ep13 The Ghost Maker

The Seal Book, once again the keeper of the Book, has opened the ponderous door to the secret vault, wherein his kept the great Seal Book, in which has recorded all the secrets and mysteries of mankind through the ages.

He wrought tales of every kind, tales of murder, of madness, of dark deeds, strange and terrible beyond all belief. Keeper of the book, I would know what tale we tell this time. Open the great book and let us read. Slowly the great book open one by one. The keeper of the book turns the pages and stops. Ah, the strange story of two scoundrels who would stop at

nothing for money. A tale called The Ghost Makers. Here is the tale, The Ghost Makers, as it is written in the pages of the sealed book. It is an autumn afternoon in the ancient

New England village of Wilton. In an old stone house a mile from the town, Agatha Wainwright is serving tea to her nephew, Ned, and a little man Ned has introduced as Professor Piedmont, a friend who has come to spend a few weeks with them.

Well, he works on a book to be called Old Graveyard's of New England. Oh, so this is your graveyard, friend, Ned. Looks like a man who'd be happy staring at Tombstone. They make your fascinating, steady Miss Wainwright.

I'll take your word for it, Professor Piedmont. Myself, I'd rather read about them in a book. The professor not only writes books, Andy, but he's also an expert on psychic phenomena. Psychic phenomena, eh? Oh, you mean ghosts.

Hmm. Holy spittle fad old dreamed up by silly people without the brains to know better. No, but Miss Wainwright, I assure you you are wrong. Oh, nonsense. When the person's dead, he's dead. And I see anything I'm willing to call a ghost.