Daisy Chain

And now, another tale well calculated to keep you in. The Daisy Chain, written for suspense by John R. Forrest. When is it going to stop raining? That's when I ask myself. Is that a knock or is it the stove?

That's out of the tail. It's cold too. I put a shill in the geezer an hour ago and the water's cold already. There are scientists who say the climate's changing a dead right. It's a knock, I think.

Now, it'll be out tonight. Only that Daisy Chain Mero escaped from jail to be out tonight. Now I see in the paper they're trying to locate his mother. Chances are they'll find a both-drowned in the London rain.

What I'm trying to say, only evil men. Father, stop your silly nonsense. No one with any sense in this knocker would be out. Go to the door, Sharon, please. Yes, Father. Thank you that I'm inside.

Take off your coat. I'll put your umbrella over here. I don't want to be a boss or to anybody, but... I'm alone now. Very much alone. Do you have a room to let? I pitchfield here. This is my daughter Sharon.

I'm the proprietor of the premises. We do have one room to let. What's your name? I'm Mrs. Grimes. Mrs. Heady Grimes, that is. My husband was the late George Grimes of Manchester. You're from Manchester, Mrs. Grimes?

Yes, indeed. Came all the way by train and then scuttled about in this radar. I was so grateful to see your sign. Oh, you like the room. It has a great and cosy conservatory. I'm...

I'm sorry about your husband, Mrs. Grimes. Was it recent? Oh, mercy now. It happened 35 years ago, but I never remarried. Well, largely because of my health. My back has given out several times. Just lately, too.