Chinese Elephant Puzzle ep AFRS

Forces radio invite you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by The Whistler I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women Hmm, I know the name of terrors of which they dare not speak And now the Whistler's strange stories the Chinese elephant puzzle

It stretches black and humid over Singapore, and the murky heat steams up from the street through the panels of the Rickshaw Boy, as they pose as fair to a narrow back street. Inside the Rickshaw, impeccably attired in a white-living suit that is not yet wilted, said Elliott Wilson, agent for Crawford's Pierce Incorporated, arts importers and exporters.

Finally, the boy jogs to a stop. Elliot Wilton steps out onto a dimly-litted street corner. Pays a rich-shore boy and watches him cut off into the night. Once the boy is out of sight, Elliot turns.

Enter the door in the back of an ancient building. Inside the faintly-lighted room, he moves unnoticed through the half-stupid crowds. Through the tinkering grass curtain at the far end, and into a smaller room where Neil Tennson maintains his dingy headquarters.

Hello, Anton. Oh. Hello, Alex. I thought you were about to. Yeah, I'm right on time. Did you ship the stuff out okay? Yeah. A Chinese elephant puzzle is on its way to San Francisco. Past inspection okay?

Perfectly. Why shouldn't it? Looks just like a small Chinese elephant. A puzzle with more than a hundred and a lot of pieces. So find me a pitter, you can find me for the cracks. You can't delve by looking at it, but it's packed with diamonds.

It didn't rattle or anything, huh? No, rattle, nothing. Everything went fine. Simple as making a letter. And I checked again to be sure. It'll arrive in San Francisco on Friday. Mm-hmm. Just the sky in Frisco.