Call Me at Half Past

And now, another tale well calculated to keep you in... suspense. A man talks to his wife and keeps talking to save his life. In just 30 seconds, act one of Call Me at Half-Fast, written especially for suspense by Alan Sloan.

The lively crowd, today agrees, those who think young say pepsy please, they pick the right one, the modern light one, now it's pepsy, for those who think young, so go ahead and pick the drink, that lets you drink young as you think, yes get the right one, the modern light one, now it's pepsy, for those who think young.

Well, hello, Mr. Simmons. Right on schedule, huh? Your usual room? If you have it, please. Oh, we save it, Mr. Simmons. After all, how long have you been or are you with us at the hotel three, four years?

Too long. Yes, sir. Just call me Big Mouth. Would you please sign the registry? Why, sure. Not that it's any of my business, sir, but if you don't mind my asking, how are things over at the hospital. Do they say? Same as always. They say. The wife's been lighting candles for you.

I appreciate that Charlie. Now I'd like to go upstairs and freshen up. Sure. Sure. Sure. Show Mr. Simmons to his room please. Yes sir. Coming right up 509 for Mr. Simmons. Yeah you see. Even the bellhops know you. Alright this way Mr. Simmons. Go 509. After you, Just drop the bag anyway.

I'll just check the bathroom. Well, I'm sure everything's all right. Ah, no sir, no bath towels. I'll send a maid up with some. All right, that'll be fine. You know how it is with help nowadays?