Stand-In for Death

A strange doctor weird. Good evening. Come in, won't you? Well, what's the matter? Surely you're not nervous. Perhaps a story might calm your nerves a little. A story about an undertaker and death. I call it stand-in for death.

My story begins in the small dimly lit undertaking parlor of Charles Thompson. in any sun, Paul, listening to the news broadcast. As yet, there has been no further news about Tony Williams and notorious gangster who less than an hour ago shot and killed Detective Walter O'Hara and fatally injured a six-year-old child in making his getaway in the stolen car.

The entire police force is on the search for Williams. It is believed that... Ah, I think that Tony Williams is our cousin, the man like that. Oh, Dad, you mustn't take it so hard. I'll roll it.

No, I'll answer it. Tony? What the whole neighborhood of no army I like to do on I'm pulling out the shades. Hurry up. Why have you come here, Tony? What do you want? I need a hideout and this is going to be it.

No, Tony. I'm going to let you hide out here. You're nothing but a mad killer. Yeah? Tony, put away that gun. This gun's the reason you're going to hide me out. You understand? You understand?

We understand. Just do as I say, you may live. I'll have to lay low here for a couple of days until they eat soft. I've had a chance to make some plans. Well, come, Paul.

It's four o'clock. We must leave. Wait a minute. Where you going? We're taking old Luigi Gambogas. Luigi gambled the woodcress cemetery to bury him. Woodcress? It's about five miles out of town, isn't it? Yes, that's right.