The Devil in the Summer House

See, suspect, suspect, suspend. Ah, here we are, suspense. The condition of mental uncertainty, usually accompanied by apprehension or anxiety. Fear of something which is about to occur as, do not keep me any longer in.

For our story of suspense tonight, we invite you to enjoy The Devil in the Summer House By John Dickson Carr, along the Hudson, perhaps not far from Tereetown, there is a modest house in its own grounds.

Behind it in a spacious garden stands a summer house of evil memory. More than 25 years ago, a man shot himself or at least died in that summer house. They found Major Kenyon with a scorched bullet hole in his head and the weapon beside him.

But we are in the present now. The lattice summer house has grown heavy with vines, and only the other evening two men came into that garden at twilight over the shaggy grass as a storm was brewing along the Hudson.

The lawyer from New York. Who's there? And Captain Burke of the Homicide. This is my friend, he's the same thing. My name is Parker. I'm an attorney. You're not Captain Burke. Yeah, the very same and all of them.

I thought I recognized you, Mr. Parkour. Must be something important to bring you so far from New York at this time of night. I was in Tarrytown anyway. I thought that be a housekeeper here, and I don't see any light.

I've got business in. Yes, in a way. Have you? I don't know. I'll tell you better after you tell me what brought you to a place that no one has lived in for ten years.