Welcome to the shadows.

Old stories line the shelves of our dusty archives.

Stories, dreams, mystery, horror.

We would like to bring one of our early radio tales back to life during this hour.

Hmm. Let's see.

Ambrose Beas.

The label asks, can such things be?

Beas wrote a whole volume of stories to keep us guessing about the answer to that question.

For instance, do ghosts no more or less than the

living about things, how they died, for instance. See what you can make of this puzzle in

the moonlit road. Road.

You haven't touched your tea, Mr. Stevens.

Shall I warm it?

Don't fast, Alan.

Please don't fuss.

Sherry, then.

No, I have it here.

Well, this pill will be more comfortable.

Oh, Alan, stop. I'm not helpless yet what you can do is close the terrace window there's a draft again oh mr. Stephen but the window's closed there's no draft not from here not open put off here yes mind, then. It's a chill you have, Mr. Seab.

And I'm going to have Billy fetched Dr. Benson.

For God's sake, stop, Ellen, stop it!

Get Billy to stoke up the fire, and that's all. Now, let me alone.

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