The Digger

And now, to Knight's presentation of radios outstanding, Theater of Frills, Sus Spence, we bring you a transparent story of a man caught in a mine shaft trapped by his own conscience. So now, starring Torin Thatcher, here is tonight's suspense play, The Digger.

Carton was not at all, man, not over five foot seven, but the attitude of determination he had acquired the day before When he had unexpectedly sighted his quarry, seemed to have added at least a foot to his stature.

As a result, he walked through the dirty narrow streets of the native section that morning. Without incident. No one blocked his path. No one cursed as he passed by. When he had walked approximately six blocks from the river crossing, where he had had to park his car, he turned into a small open doorway.

Is it a deal, Bono? It's a place they call Winkie's boy. It's you, Bummer. Where's your head, man? Thank you, and Gobi. You do not wish to drink here. There are many places better for gentlemen across the river.

I didn't come here to drink. What other reason could you have for honoring my establishment, sir? Well, I'm told you rent rooms upstairs. You're a policeman, sir. No? Sir, you have been misinformed. Now, please, you go, huh?

When you don't have rooms here, Only too, sir. Where my family and close friends may rest. So you would... I suppose he could be a close friend of yours by now. Who, sir? Well, the man I'm looking for, I got a job for him.

No one here seek work, sir. Let him tell me. But I am telling you, sir. Now, look. Yesterday afternoon, I caught a glimpse of him in the marketplace. And since then, I've spent quite a bit of money to learn that he's staying here.