Deadman's Story

And now, another tale well calculated to keep you in. Dead Man Story, written for suspense by Robert Arthur. The time, late Olafoggy Knight, the place, a room on New York's west side, near the docks, where the faint-hooting of fog horns comes in the window.

Lying on the bed, a man listens to the menos that beyond those walls, windows and locked door. 10,000 men of the New York City Police Force are looking for him. Then comes a knock on the door, which means life or living.

I'd like to ask you a question. Have you ever been in a shipwreck in Ground at Sea? No, I don't expect you to answer that, but just in case you're wondering, I can tell you it's a very interesting experience.

My name, Larry King. My record, one term at Sing Sing, one term at Plattsburgh, one term at Auburn Prison. Three terms, all for acquiring sums of money that weren't equally mine. Making me a three-time loser.

A very uncomfortable position to be in, especially since there was a fourth charge against me and I was hiding out quite broken without much hope when this year had so often. Larry, Larry, it's Julia.

Stay phone me. Oh, Larry, why did you do it? Yeah, but I guess. But you promised. I never was very good at keeping promises, was I? This time you'll be sentenced for life. No, that's occurred to me, Junior.

But you... you shouldn't have come here. I couldn't leave it. Inver you're here to be caught. You always turn up when I need you, Junior. Why? Because I remember the good things about you. Not the bad.