And So to Sleep My Love

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in. Soft Spence, listen now to, and so to sleep my love, starring William Redfield and Elaine Rost, and written especially for suspense by Dave Gilbert. Oh, George, that isn't the way it happened at all.

Can't you get anything right? He was sitting behind the wheel of the car and his big handsome policeman walked over. I sat there with my drink in my hand, a fixed smile on my face looking pleasant.

But each man has his breaking point and I had reached mine. As I sat there, staring past the empty faces of our friends and neighbors, a plan started ticking away in the back of my head.

A plan to rid me forever of this foot on my neck, this mocking woman, my wife, Meddy. Oh, it was a shame, really. I'm sure I really loved Mae, and one time, oh, she had her falls, but who hasn't? I know she felt I had my share of falls because her life had been dedicated

to correcting them one by one. First I smoked cigars, then I smoked too many cigarettes. Finally, I didn't smoke at all. So in the end, there wasn't enough of me left to love May had I wanted to accept one thing.

Our rich uncle had died the year before we were married and left her an inheritance of $75,000. We used almost $15,000 to buy a house and get started in life. But the remaining $60,000 was in negotiable bonds for our declining years, she always said.

I'll just think of how well a man could live on $60,000 in Mexico. But would my plan work? For a man who for eight years has amounted to nothing but failure in his wife's arms.