Dr Grimshaws Sanitarium

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The night story. Dr. Grimshaw's sanitarian. What you will hear in the next half hour represents either a magnificent hoax or the true explanation of the famous Grimshaw Sanitarium scandal which made the headlines back in 1947.

The manuscript upon which this account is based was removed by the New York State police from a fountain pen cover found in the doorway to Dr. Grimshaw's study. We offer this manuscript as evidence only.

Whether it is authentic or not, you must judge for yourselves. My name is John Dougherty. I'm a graduate of Hamilton College, class of 34, a member of Theta Alpha. I'm one of those fools who wanted some excitement in life, so instead of going into my father's shoe business, I became a private detective.

These are facts you can check them if you like. The rest of what I write here is so fantastic that I don't expect it to be believed. If anyone should find this manuscript and read it, all I ask is that you know to find this Millicent Armbruster of 299 Wallace Avenue Buffalo.

That... Johnny Doherty is dead. On the evening of July 1st, Miss Armbruster and I were driving to a wedding, not our own, although I wish it had been. It was Sunday. And in order to avoid traffic, I took the old Mill Road, a single-lane dirt affair that runs past the Goanda Cemetery.