The Body Snatchers

spend the hushed voice and the prowling step in the dead of night, the crime that is almost committed, the stir of nerves of the ticking of the clock, a rescue that might be too late or the murderer who might get away, mystery and intrigue and dangerous adventure. We invite to enjoy stories that keep you in for suspense. Tonight we present The Body Snatchers by John

Dixon Carr. Beware of the body snatcher who pouls after dark. Beware of the grave he runs. Beware of the murders he commits to provide new corpses for the doctors. Up to the year 1832, the body snatches terrorized England.

According to the law, only four bodies a year could legally be supplied to the surgeons for anatomical study. And even these were a monopoly granted to the barbers and surgeons company of London. But the study of surgery had to go on.

In hundreds of medical schools all over England, perfectly reputable doctors were compelled to buy bodies and ask no questions. In 1828, burst the scandal of Birk and Hare, who found grave robbing too slow, and murdered sixteen persons in order to supply Dr. Knox of Edinburgh.

And so, out of basic good purpose, sprang the evil of the body's snatcher. Back the clock now to a cold night just a hundred and ten years ago Look into the brick kitchen of a house on ones worth common not far from London They're in the light of a tallot dip sits old mother Slade in her dragon

Keep in them two hours Two mortal hours but a Dutch clock and they're not here yet Mother Slade. I love graveyard, not after mile off. And once I thought I heard church bills ring, and one mother Slade, did you call?