Death in the Everglades

Adam Hatz presents The Strange Doctor Weird. Good evening. Come in, won't you? Wherever it's the murder.

Surely you're not nervous. Perhaps it will come, if I tell you with story. The story of a prodigal son's homecoming. I call it murder comes home. A story murder comes home, starts in a small house on the bank of a river just outside the city.

Mrs. Barnes, who was very feeble, lived there with her younger son Tom. One evening after the doctor had paid her a visit, Tom stopped him as he was leaving. Doctor, tell me the truth. How is she?

She's very weak, Tom. Sweet, Tom. Nice waking persuade her to go to the hospital within a few days. I'm afraid I won't be able to save her. I see. But you know how she is about not leaving this house until my brother Harry comes home again.

She hasn't seen him for ten years, has she? No. She doesn't know that he's an estate penitentiary for life. For murder. Killer, if she ever found out. I see. Well, perhaps you can get her to agree to come to the hospital just for a few days.

Oh, suppose you go in and see, huh? I'll wait downstairs. All right, Doctor, I'll try. Is that you? Yes, Mother. Would you like me to close the window? No, Tom. Leave it open. It's foggy out, isn't it?

Yes. You can hardly see your hand in front of your face. I like to hear the river. I've heard it every day for 30 years. For thirty years you have watched the cliff sun, the riverbank, coming closer and closer as the river eats them away.