Present Tense

Suspence. And the producer of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William M. Robson. It is a principle of law that a man cannot be charged convicted and sentenced twice for the same crime.

But there is no law in the books that says a man cannot murder his wife over and over again in his fantasy. For a man of sufficient imagination, repetitive oxauro side can indeed become a pleasant way of bringing time to a stop.

As Vincent Price accomplishes it in present tense, a tail well calculated to keep you in. Sauspents. Wheels away and the hills beyond below the stars are black and sharp. Dead hills, dark sky. Cold steel below my feet, cold is the face of the

officer at my side cold as the cuffs which link my arm to his which join us on this journey to the prison but I die. Wanna a cigarette? No. No I don't smoke cigarettes. Okay. Has this happened to you before? What? Being handcuffed to a murderer has it happened to you before? Sure plenty times. To an axe murderer? Yep. You're not the

I could have escaped after I killed her, but I... I didn't. Now it's too late. Late. Late. Ever too late. Never too late. Too late. Escape. Escape. If the detective were to be killed. This sweet escape. The light escape. The crash escape.

No. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, oh the darkness. Where am I? The cars must have gone down the gullet. No lights.

And those people in pain. This thing fastened to my wrist. We must have gone halfway through the glass door. Keep back, keep back from his blood. I don't seem to be hurt. No broken bones escape now the key in his pocket in his bloody pocket and the cups are off his gun and the wallet his face his face is gone his own mother would know him