Sold to Satan

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in. Suspense. Can the devil really take possession of the mind of man? Listen to So Too Satan, starring Kermit Murdoch, and adapted especially for a suspense by Joseph Cochran from a short story by Jules Archer.

I'm not Frank Wineglass, President of the Figuette Fire. And yet I'm a significant part of him. I'm sure Frank's dimly conscious of me. For he wrote his diary, I believe every man must carry a personal Satan cage deep within himself.

A subtle compelling force that suggests mad ideas, wrong ideas, irresistible ideas. That's Frank's estimate of me. On my own behalf I'd say I'm keener than Frank in understanding what is inevitable and telling him so it wants.

and I do have my mischievous comic sign. As Frank discovered that evening at the exclusive Hampton Club, we're the members of the most popularly, the Silence is Golden. Yes. No, Founded Man, must you make so much noise with that ice?

Oh, sorry, Colonel Dover. I'll just see what you do. Frank wasn't a bit sorry, and I got the message. I waited, and let Frank remind himself that Colonel Dover had the annoying habit of clearing over the top of his newspaper and anyone who made the slightest sound.

At the right moment I made my move. Frank, can you imagine what would happen to this sacred silence if we gave the Colonel the hot foot? After the third scarred, Frank engraved. It was a hilarious idea.

He got up, walked over to the Colonel and stopped pretending to tie a shoe. He let the match and got back to his chair. waited. As I said I grasped the inevitable and what I suggested a few days later make with Fletry Fillsall, even to listen. But I knew it, camera. Then, too, I had the