Radio mirror (Nov 1937-Apr 1938)

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B y CHARLES MARTIN Suddenly Eva screamed. The faint light of the stars had gleamed on the steel blade Tom held. Then she heard a choking gasp. Editor's Note: This is the second in this series of broadcasts presented in fiction form winch are based on Thrill of the Week, the highlight of each Tuesday night Philip, Morris program over the NBC-Red network. Written and directed on the air by Charles Martin, Thrill of the Week, in the opinion of the editor, deserves the permanent record of the printed page. THOMAS CARMAN was working unusually late in his office. The president of a large western canning company doesn't often make a speech before the Prison Reform Society, and when he does, probably the Prison Reform Society doesn't expect him to say anything 32 worth remembering. But Thomas Carman was a man who preferred, when he did anything, to do it well or not at all, so this afternoon he had ordered his secretary to get in several books on the subject, a handful of currentevents magazines, and all the different newspapers she could lay hands on. He'd already gone methodically through the books and magazines, making notes as he did so, and was now looking over the papers. Heavy-set, stolid, with a pale wide face and a neatly clipped white mustache, he was a picture of the typical, respectable and self-respecting business man as he sat at his desk over the sheet of newsprint. By this time, he knew exactly what he was looking for; the report