Misfire

Suspence. End the producer of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William N. Robeson. Talent is an elusive and mystifying phenomenon. And one of the most curious things about it is that it manifests itself in the most unexpected places.

One of the most talented sound men in radio broadcasting is Tom Hanley. We did not know until recently that he possesses another talent. He is an extraordinarily fine writer. It is his radio play we're about to hear.

Bomb Hanley's terrifying story, misfire. And now, misfire a tail well calculated to keep you in. Suspense, ground zero, somewhere in the desert. We are inside the cab with a bomb, this one called Jack Hanley, awaits the impulse from control point some 14 miles to the south.

The electronic gossip's harm and fraud their chatter about the health of the patient, suspended 500 feet above the desert floor. But the unfeeling machines neglect to mention a human factor this morning. An imprint of calluses, a small metal wrench, jammed in the track of the electronically controlled door.

A shift of sand occurs against one of the great steel legs gripping the desert. And a brown-backed desert tortoise trundles up for a look at his world, the world of sage and sand and space, stretching endlessly off into the darkness.

No man is in sight, and that is good. There have been days of hiding from men, but now they've gone, and the tortoise tries his morning legs, and plans his new day. H-minus 1. Place eye protectors in position and turn back to- Good speakers, miles removed from ground zero. The tape recorded voice begins its calm down.