A Brief Pause For Murder ep East Coast Broadcast

Please your invitation to another Maester Brahmistry, drama, presented by the Whistler. I am the Whistler, and I know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales, hidden in the hearts of men and women who stepped into the shadows.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors, which they cannot speak. Maester Brahmir, the master bruise, served more often in Midwest homes than any other beer, brings you another curious story by the Whistler. Tonight, brief pause for murder.

Roger couldn't recall the exact moment, and it ceased to be a thrill to be in bright rhythm, microphone, and a note. This is Roger Wicksen, bidding you good night. He was sure, though, that the glamour and magic of radio had gone out of his life, the moment he married Kishia.

Yes, and she'd taken a lot of other things out of his life, too. Things like pride and confidence and self-respect. And Roger couldn't recall either, but the precise instant he decided to kill Tishim. When the help was frustrated, he'd for her blotted out any pains of conscience, left him frankly admitting to himself that all he wanted were the moment and the means.

Of course, there was no prior name in his mind on the light of the dance of the country club. No plan. Just the decision. He'd come home first after leaving her there with Trent Crandall, and had set alone in the living room, patient they waiting for her.

It goes after two, and it all opened, and she called back to Trent. Good night, friends, darling. Thanks for the buggy ride. Roger, you waited up for me. How sweet of him. Not at all. Just catching up on my reading here.