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Narrator/Jean (0:00)
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Louis (0:10)
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Auguste (0:33)
Tired of the everyday routine? Ever dream of a life of romantic adventure? Want to get away from it all?
Announcer/Host (0:44)
We offer you escape. Escape designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high advent.
Auguste (1:02)
Tonight we escape to a lonely lighthouse off the steaming jungle coast of French Guiana and a nightmare world of terror and violence. As George Todoes describes it in his hair raising tale 3 skeleton key.
Narrator/Jean (1:30)
Picture this place, a gray tapering cylinder welded by iron rods and concrete to the key itself. A bare black rock 150ft long, maybe 40 wide. That's at low tide. At high tide, just the light rising 110ft straight up out of the ocean. And all about it the churning water, gray green scum, dappled, warm as soup and swarming with gigantic bat like devil fish, great violet schools of Portuguese man of war and yes, sharks, the big ones, the 15 footers. And as if this wasn't enough, there was a hot, dank, rotten smelling wind that came at us day and night off the jungle swamps of the mainland. A wind that smelled like death. Set in the base of the light was a watertight bronze door. And in you went. And up, yes, up and up and round and round, past the tanks of oil and the coils of rope, cases of wicks, racks of lanterns, sacks of spuds and cartons and cans, and up and up and up, round and round. Over the light storeroom was the food storeroom and over the food storeroom was the bunk room where the three of us slept. And over the bunk room was the living and cooking room. And over the living and cooking room was the light. She was a beauty, balanced like a ballerina on the glistening steel axle of her rotary mechanism. At night you'd lie there on the stone deck of the gallery with the light revolving smoothly and quietly over your head, easing her bright white eye 360 degrees around the horizon. You'd lie there watching to see that the feeders kept working, that everything ran right. It wouldn't be bad, the other two fellows snoring in their sacks two levels down. You'd smoke your Pipe to kill the stink of the wind. And it wouldn't be bad about those other two, Louis and Auguste. What a pair Louis he was. Head man was a big fellow from the Basque country. Black beard, little hard black eyes, and a pair of arms. I tell you, those arms were as big around as my legs. Yes, head man he was. And what word he let go was law, silent fellow. And although I spent my first two weeks trying to strike up a real conversation, the most I could ever get out of him was.