The Tramp

And now, tonight's presentation of Radio's Outstanding Theater of Thrills... ...Suscepents! Tonight, we bring you the story of a tramp steamer and piracy in the Atlantic. So now, starring Mr. Ben Wright, here is tonight's suspense play, The Tramp.

What a stinker! And smell a rotten cloudish of me!

What a stinker! She is so like a ruddy-a-yster. You know that art. She's what we've been looking for, Gardi. Eight knots with a wing behind it. If she don't blow up, I don't like it.

She was six thousand tons of the ugliest tramp I'd ever seen. The paint was scaling off her plates and you could see the patches of rust. In the pog and mystery loomed over as dark in the night.

We stood on the Liverpool dock. Doc, Gaudy, Winkle Jones and me. And we sized her up. It's what we've been looking for, all right? Where's she bound? Baron Killer. Where'd you find that, Ad? Oh, it's a pub a bit ago.

She's short-handed on crew, too. What's her cargo? What we've been waiting for, Jonesy. Scrap. Oh. Skipper's name is Ble. He should be easy. He drinks too much all the time, you know the kind. He was in the pub, too.

I still say she's too bloody slow. Scrap in her old and all. Janzi, you're never lost in what is it? Why don't you leave the thing in Duarte and me? Do you think she'll do art?

The way I see it, she'll have to do. You might not find another for months, then we'll lose the deal. Uh, that's all. I'm with you, well, I'm with you too. I don't like the looks who are in that straight.