Telling

And now, tonight's presentation of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, suspense. Tonight, the story of a man who felt that he had to prove himself, had to go to any length to make people believe him.

Anthony Ellis stars in his own adaptation of Elizabeth Bowen's telling. The chapel was a ruin, roofed by daylight, flawed with lawn. In a corner the gardener had tipped out a heap of cut grass in the lawnmower.

It's milked stuffy and sweet. Outside beyond the ragged arch of the chapel, there was sunshine. But not here. Terry looked up, peeling shy, noticing suddenly, surprised the blood on his head. Embarrassed all at once at the idea of anyone coming.

His brain was ticking like a watch, remembering, remembering Josephine. Homecoming from Ceylon a month ago. That first interview with his father in the study, so heavy with solemnity. Good-down, Terry. Thank you, Father. Well, so you're back with us.

Hmm. That's Penny. I suppose you'd rather expect it. No. Matter of fact, this time I didn't. I hope you'd make a go of it. Sorry. You mind telling me what happened? I shouldn't mind at all if I knew.

I thought things were going all right. right and then the letter from the office and I buy salon hello England I didn't hear quite the same thing oh my great phone from London told me that you've been shirking on the job insulin to the plantation manager that they simply had no choice but to give you the sack but it wasn't as bad as that after all I

care Terry it's gone too far this time when your mother was alive I tried to understand you were fucked out of school 14 you remember and Cambridge my mother I suppose she meant well, you being the youngest boy.