The Treasure Chest of Don Jose

And now, tonight's presentation of Radio's Outstanding Theater of Thrills, Self-Defense. You have transcribed story about buried treasure and a curse. We call it the treasure chest of Don Jose. So now, starring Mr. Edgar barrier, here is tonight's suspense play, the treasure chest of Don Jose.

This is not a pretty story. There is blood in it, the blood of men and women. that is a curse in it and gold, but it is a funny story. It is a joke, a great joke that I cannot laugh at.

It is a joke on me. In matters of this sort, secrecy is of the utmost importance. In matters of this sort, no man is your friend. Once I had a friend, we lived together in my little house on black K down in the Gulf of Mexico.

But then the hurricane struck and everything was different. The wind blew for two nights in the day, and when the waves fired up on the K and swept away the house, it was my friend, Pedro, who dragged me away unconscious and lashed me to a ring bolt on our little top, and saved my life.

Next day, the sun was shining again, but there was nothing left on my little island. This blintered planks that once had been the house of my father, it was scattered among the stripped palm trees.

And even the big chimney that was built by my great-grandfather was a pile of broken bricks. There was nothing but blue sea and bright sun and heaviness in my heart. Yes, even the chimney. Eh, what did you expect from such a wind?

Eh, my friend. So now, alas, the curse of the gas pariah has fallen on you. Earth's curse. You speak foolishness. It was a hurricane. Eh, gee. So it was, but a hurricane sent especially to destroy you.