Lazarus Walks

forces of the United Nations, we present one of America's top spine tinglers, a radio rebroadcast of a program dedicated to the mysterious, the unusual, and sometimes the supernatural, a program of... This is the truth.

You understand? The truth. It must be the truth. It has to be. My Robert Wensley Graham, a doctor and psychiatrist by profession, do hereby of my own free will and volition. I'll be with you with the deepest regret.

Make the following full and complete statement relative to that all but unbelievable series of events which has brought such disaster and misfortune to my house, particularly to my poor wife Isabel. And at its beginning, properly speaking, some two months ago to the exact only evening of July 25th.

We were in the drawing room, Isabel at the piano, practicing as she said. around Jane and I on the opposite side to the roof. What's the matter? I don't know. I can't seem to keep my mind on anything anymore, even my music.

Nurse, nose. Isabelle. Yes, Robert. I don't wish to distress you, but it's going on for quite a little while now. It's not getting any better. I know. Let's not disguise it, shall we? You should let me prescribe treatment for you.

I could prescribe something for her. Do remarkable things now. It's just the common old drugs. Under proper control. Drugs. It's not drugs that she needs. It's to get out of this house for a while.

It'll get back to the concert stage where she belongs. It's well, Han-Jane, please. I'm sorry. I don't believe in beating around the bush. You're an artist. You've got talent. There's no sense in your trying to support any yourself as somebody else.