A Shipment of Mute Fate

Thus spent and the producer of radio's outstanding theater of thrills William and Robeson Now the serpent was more subtle than any beast in the field and the Lord God said unto the serpent Because thou hast done this thing though, I cursed upon thy belly thou shalt go all the days of thy life

And so it has been ever after With us the snake has always been the heavy Let the ancient Aztec venerate the plumes-surpered ketchup-cotal. Let the Babylonian believe that the twine snakes on a staff represented fertility, wisdom, and healing.

Let the early Roman display the caduceus as a symbol of peace and neutrality. We know better. With us a garter snake and panic of picnic. But a bushmaster loose on an ocean liner. proof your doors and windows, take a mill town and listen as Jack Kelly stars in Martin's Storm's great story as shipment of new fate a tail well calculated to

keep you in sus fence. I stopped on the wall at La Guara and looked up the gang plank toward the line of Chan K standing there quietly at a moorings. The day was warm under a bright Venezuelan sun on the harbor beyond the ship-blade drowsy the end silent. But all at once in the midst of those peaceful surroundings a cold chill

gripped me and I shivered with sudden dread. Dread of the thing I was doing was about to do. But too much had happened to turn back now. I'd gone too far to stop. I set the box down on the edge of the wall, placed it carefully so as to be in plain sight and

within gunshot of the captain's bridge. Then I turned and started up the gangplank. I I knew what I was going to do, but I couldn't forget that a pair of beady eyes were watching every move I made.