The Rescue

Ben, the Armed Forces Radio Service brings you another tale, starring Mr. James Stewart in the rescue.

And it's Dolly well calculated to keep you in the Ben. Mr. Athlean's office, I'm sorry he's out at the moment, may I take a message? A routine office lie. You protect yourself that way from the world outside.

My private office was soundproof, violence-proof, removed from the world of the monk cell, and that's what I wanted. Mine was a respectable public relations job for a National Committee with headquarters in the Wardman, one of oldest respectable hotels in the capital.

It was a March day of sudden warmth, the kind of pre-Spring day you get in Washington. The air conditioning wasn't on yet, the wind was open, the wind was open. And it was through that window that the world of violence suddenly came to me in a way I shall never forget.

I was dictating to my secretary. Did I read back that last sentence, Mr. Atherton? Yes, how long did he do? Your recent contribution couldn't have arrived at a more timely moment nor in a more timely amount.

In fact... In fact, it may make the difference between... Good heavens, what's that? Well, what is it, Helen? Girl, girl, she's on the ledge outside the window. What? They're trying to get it back into a room. Don't grab that, or she'll jump.

Oh, Mr. Atherton, how horrible. She's going to jump. Here, what are you doing out there? Don't just stand there, and I'll go back to your room. If you jump, it won't be a pretty death, you know.

You'll go right through that glass marquee down there. Mr. Athak and I, I feel sick. Go on now, now go back to your room. Come on now, they'll help you. No they won't. Don't kill me.