Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

Welcome back to the podcast, everybody.

Hope that everyone is staying safe and well from this coronavirus.

They actually just put North Carolina under some kind of shutdown.

And so things are going to be interesting to see what happens here in the weeks to come.

In the meantime, got to play for you all today from Boston Blackie,

and the title of this one is Only One Way Out for Me,

and it first aired November 12th of 1946. Enjoy.

I don't know what you can tell, Mr. Kingston, sir,

as credit manager insisted we pay him the money we owe his firm and pay it immediately.

I'll tell him something.

If he ever gets on this telephone,

I've been holding the line waiting for him for five minutes now.

I tried to tell the credit manager we'd take care of the matter, Mr. Burton,

but he wouldn't listen.

And frankly, sir, I've run out of excuses.

I understand.

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