The Desert of Death (Kabul Afghanistan)

Listen to Herbert Marshall as the man called X. Wherever there is mystery, adventure, in three. In all the strange and dangerous places of the world, there you will find the man called X. Wailing wind sweeps the length of the Dosti Margot, the desert of death in Afghanistan, and hurdles itself against the camo skin walls of a sheep herders tent.

But the man inside is too intent on his task to pay attention to the wind, the desolation, or the possible dangers that are lurking outside. This is three-seven calling five two in Kabul. Three-seven calling five two in Kabul.

Can you hear me? Over. This five two. Go ahead three-seven. Over. You must make a report to the bureau in New York at once. Tell him the rumors of great danger to the entire world are true.

The only hope of preventing disaster! Oh, Kregambe has been murdered from the Dosti Margot. That's right, Chief. Here's the report from this nailer. His contact in Kabul. Hmm. You know the assignment Kregambe was on? Sure.

Checking on the rumors that have been coming out of Siberia. Yeah. The rumors about a radioactive material called M5. I'm meant to leave it. Material more potent than uranium. Can't if those rumors are right, the Russians could stumble on the answer to the H bomb.

That's right. And suppose Russia got in the tricolor deposits of Nendolivus, or in Afghanistan. Now that could be an armed invasion. We're a war three. Yeah. Then your guess is that Kregambe trailed Russian agents into the desert and learned they were after deposits of them, Pibor.

This is one time we can't afford a guest chief. We better know. Believe me Mr. X, thanking me with you here to Kaboom is one of the smartest things you ever did. Oh, thanks, Beggone.