Hounds In The Hills

Now again comes radio's strangest adventurer, the Shadow. Mystery man who strikes terror into the very hearts of shops, the lawbreakers and criminals. Today on the air, Blue Cold brings you the Shadow's latest adventure, Howms in the Hills.

In just a moment, the Shadow's exciting adventure will begin. Meanwhile, I have an important message for everybody. We are now on the midst of the most treacherous season of the entire year, but you can protect your family's health during this danger period by burning blue coal.

Your blue coal gives you clean, uniform, helpful heat, all winter long. And its harmless blue coloring is your guarantee of better heat at less cost. So when you order fuel, insist on blue coal. It's Pennsylvania's finest anthracite.

Your nearest blue coal dealer will be glad to send you a trial term. Phone him tomorrow. High on the Pine Cloud Hills of North Carolina, where backwoods living is and neighbor to palatial winter homes, there is a haunted mansion, relic of former grandeur.

With no visible means of support, old Sadie haggard the past demented creature and Jake, a hunchback son, live in one wing of the dilapidated old house. A pack of great vicious crossbreed hounds guards the old place from intruders.

It is early evening, in the dim half-light, two figures led by one of the hounds approach the house. I'm Jakey. I'm Jakey. I don't like Jakey.

He's a hunch bet. Honey, it's a little fellow like you. What's your ghost improving?

So, Cranston, you don't always miss the ball, eh? Well, that's a notification in North Carolina, Dustfield. Especially when you're the host that's a Rupert. I thought you were always on vacation to Le Mans. I've never heard of you doing anything except dabbling in that mysterious laboratory of yours.