The Black Door

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in, suspense. Listen now to Act 1 of The Black Door, starring Robert Redick, featuring Ralph Camargo, and written especially for suspense by Robert Arthur. The mistake I made was going through that black door.

If I left the shut the way it was, see how tight everything would have been fine. I'd have married Marsha, become a full professor. I had my name in all the papers. Well, there's no use telling the story backwards as there.

First things first, as old professor Wentworth always said. And the first thing in this case is the grand I received to hunt for a lost city in Central America. The city of the fire god, which might mean something or might mean nothing.

Anyway, I got the grand from the university chart of the modern helicopter for three months, flew it down to Central America, got the necessary government permissions, and made my base of operations the tiny little town of San Marcos on the coast.

As nearly as I could figure from the manuscript, the city of the fire guard was some place among the mountains in that area. So I flew back and forth over the mountains in the helicopter, keeping a lookout for rooms in the jungle, for the mountain valleys.

For two and a half months, I saw nothing except trees and rocks. In the town, I was charitably looked upon as a crazy young king. And finally, even the children stopped staring at me. And I was getting pretty discouraged.

And trying to forget my troubles was a glass of tequilla. In a little garden outside the town's only cafe, while some native with a guitar serenaded his girl. Nearby. What? Oh, there you are. Pardons and your... I am not the waiter he's busy, busy, you know, one's been busy in his town since Columbus discovered America.