Do it then. Okay, we're rolling.

Rats, thousands, millions of things.

H.P. podcraft.com. On July, on, on...

On July 16, 1993,

On July 16,

1993, I moved into Exum Priory

after the last workman had finished his labors.

The restoration had been a stupendous task, for little had remained of the deserted pile, but a shell-like

ruin.

Yet because it had been the seat of my ancestors I let no expense deter me.

The place had not been inhabited since the reign of James I, when a tragedy of intensely

hideous though largely unexplained nature had struck down the master, five of his children and several servants,

and driven forth under a cloud of suspicion and terror the third son, my linealineal progenitor, and the only survivor of the abhorred line.

With this sole heir denounced as a murderer, the estate had reverted to the crown, nor had

the accused man made any attempt to exculpate himself or regain his property.

Shaken by some horror greater than that of conscience of the law, and expressing only a frantic

wish to exclude the ancient edifice from his sight and memory, Walter de la Poir, 11th Baron Exum, fled to Virginia and

there founded the family which by the next century had become known as de la Poir. That is a lot of information in a first paragraph. Boy, it is. We got some history. We got some names and before we discuss those, let me give you some names.

All right. I'm Chad Fyfer. Oh, I'm Chris Flanky. And today we have a guest,

somebody whose name we've spoken so much, we've actually conjured him up.

Ladies and gentlemen, Kenneth Hite. Do not call up that what you cannot put down.

Ken, thanks for being back on the show with us.

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