A Sleeping Draught

And now, to nice presentation of radio's outstanding theater of thrills... suspense. We bring you a transcribed story of a convict chip and a bargain that ended in death. We call it a sleeping draft. So now, starring Ben Wright with Abraham Sofair, here is tonight's suspense play...

a sleeping draft. That helps. But it's like I say, you can't forget.

You can never forget. It's at night that you think about it, with the water outside rushing past the house. That's when you think, and it can never be the same. You can't trust anybody. Never.

Not a soul. I can tell you. You just can't trust them. even yourself. What is it Mr. Mr. Frinch says he's ready to board sir. Oh he is. All right I'm not stuffing him. Sir he insists on bringing them aboard one at a time. What does he think I'm going to miss the tide? There were 400 of them that

will take hours. That's what I said sir. Mr. Frinch come aboard if you please. I'm sure I should have resigned stinking filthy poor devil Kaggle. Everything I cock O'clockallorum, Captain! No, everything is not I, cockallorum.

What in places do you mean ordering my meat about? Oh, no offense, Enchanted and Untaken, I owe. I want those scurvy wretches aboard now. All of them! Put them along with Woyanken! One at a time, sir! One at a time! We got a satchum, you know.

Why didn't you do that before you took them out of jail? Ha! You'll be surprised that there's swine can pick up between jail and the docks! We got a satchum! One at a time! Ha-ha!