Of Scotland Yardxx-xx-xx xxx Hunted Hunter

In the secrets of Scotland Yard. How do you do? This is Tybrock. Well, I'm glad to be with you again to keep out rendezvous with the Macabre. I call today's episode the Case of the Haunted Hunter.

Whenever public attention is focused on the flight of a notorious criminal, some people admit to some sympathy for the hunted. My advice is don't waste your tears. years. Where in most cases the man who is being hunted deserves his fate.

I think you'll agree with me when you hear today's story of the hunted hunter. It's the noon of October 7, 1942. The fair country of England is overrun with cocky-colored figures and crisscrossed with the crack of a thousand tanks and lorries.

The armies not only of Britain, for the Farallies are engaged in the endless rehearsals which forms so large a part of modern warfare. Even the loveliest parts of our beautiful countryside splattered to the rattle of Bren gun carriers and machine gun fire. Places that have not heard or seen man or his mischief for many a long month. A hankly common piece, a beauty

spot in the heart of study. Down one of the leafy lanes comes a crew of marines aboard a a friend-gun carrier. The map reading is not perhaps their strongest point, for they're swirled well off the beaten track, and are coming to a kudisak in a little remote deli.

I'll tell you Ginger, we're lost. Downby blinking. In the U-trassel door card. I don't know what all card is to do, but it's a technical. I think it's got to be fixed tracks have run out in the main branch.