The Stool Pigeon

And now, tonight's presentation of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, suspense. Tonight, we bring you a story of betrayal and retribution on Devil's Island. We call it the stool pigeon. So now, starring Mr. John Dana, here is tonight's suspense play, the stool pigeon.

It was hot that afternoon, which in itself you understand should not have been surprising. On that devil's island it was always hot, unless there were the rains, and then it was a different more steaming heat.

There were four of us racing cockroaches in Kenos Hut, Macquill, Thibaut, Keno, and myself. We were what the authorities generously called Libreis. That is to say, we were free to roam within the confines of the island, but never to lead it.

As I say, we were racing cockroaches, and Thibaut had already won three races. His animal was a huge red beast, fully three and a half inches in length, and possessing a remarkable stamina. She was named Marie, made me think of a fillet I used to bet on in Paris.

It's hot. My friends, it is hot. You never get tired of saying that, do you, Tebow? Does he? Yesterday you said the same thing last month and last year. You owe me five francs from the last place, please.

Oh, I always lose. Here. Shall we have another? No, it's too hot. Oh, there. Now who says it's hot? Who? Who said it? Oh, shut up. Ha, ha. You little maggot. I could break your shell with my nail.

I felt like it. But I like you, my kill. So I allow you to speak to me, thus. I heard there's a ship coming next week. Oh? Where'd you hear that? I kind of know here's everything in the nose, nothing.