The Curse of Kamoshek

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in... Sauce Spence. In a moment, act one of the curse of Kama-Shek, starring Ian Martin as Turnbull, and written especially for suspense by Jonathan Bundy. Yes, yes, what is it, Wallen?

I beg your pardon, Mr. Turnbull, but I thought you would like to know. Yes, well, it's your nephew, sir. Mr. Donald Ransom. Yes, his car has just come into the driveway. It has, aren't it?

Yes, sir. Now what the devil does that impractical young wester want this time? I'm sure I don't know, Mr. Turner. Well, I think I do. Yes, sir. I think he wants some more extra money from his inheritance.

To squander on that nonsensical research and experimentation he's been doing over at the university. On those ridiculous journeys to heaven those square in search of heaven those ones. Yes, sir. Money, money, money. Well, he won't have it.

Not as long as I have an illegal right to the management of it. Then, after all, we do have to look out for ourselves, don't we? Heh, of course we do. Well, don't we, Walden?

Yes, sir, of course we do, sir. Of course. Go out and meet him at the door, tell him that I'm not in, that I've... I've... Well, Donald, come in, come in. Oh, here you are, old Frederick. I thought I heard your voice in here.

Hello, Walden. Mr. Donald. Well, I'm glad to see you. Boy, you should come and visit with me more often. Sit down, sit down. Thank you, sir. That'll be all for now, Walden. If I need you, I'll bring you.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Well, my boy. How are you feeling better than I've felt in a long time? Splendid, splendid. And then you'll look it, too. But now what's on your mind? I've come to say, goodbye, sir.