The Cyprian Cat

Here he will tell the songs of weird strange. This is supernaturally your sweet. Tonight's story that is supernaturally yours is called... The Siprian Cat. And so I'm going to be hanged. hanged for shooting a cat.

It's decent of you to come and see me, Harrison, though they tell me it's a hopeless sort of case. I've told them the whole story, but I'll tell it to you again. They don't believe me.

I should make up something more plausible. What's the use? I'd fall down somewhere if I tried to swear to a lie. What I'm going to tell you is the absolute truth. Harrison, I fired one shot and one shot only.

And that was at the cat. As I told them, Maridoo and I had been friends since we were boys. Though we drifted apart, we always kept in touch. Two years ago he wrote and told me he was getting married and he was tremendously in love. At first his letters to me were deliriously happy. Later he seemed disturbed about his wife's health.

She was restless. Town life didn't suit her. They planned to go to an inn out in the country that she liked. Well last month Meredith wrote and asked if I could join them for the three weeks of my vacation. He was anxious to see me and have me me police and keep her company while he worked on a new dam as a civil engineer.

They were in a rather remote spot here as soon as it sounded restful and it was so hot in town I decided to go. The train was crowded and I found myself in the first-class smoker with three other people. An elderly man, a woman with a lot of bags and baskets and seated next