Hall of Fantasy 47-04-10 (04) Man Sized in Marble

Summary

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Podcast Episode Summary:

Harold's Old Time Radio — "Hall of Fantasy: Man Size in Marble" (Aired 47-04-10, rebroadcast Oct 12, 2025)

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Overview

This episode of Hall of Fantasy features a dramatized adaptation of E. Nesbit's ghostly tale “Man Size in Marble.” Set in the English countryside, the story follows newlyweds Vance and Laura Langham as they uncover unsettling superstitions around their idyllic new home—superstitions that may manifest into real supernatural tragedy. The episode weaves eerie atmosphere, local folklore, and classic supernatural suspense in a tight, chilling narrative.

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Key Discussion Points & Plot Breakdown

1. Newlyweds Seek a Peaceful Life in the Country (02:33–04:53)

• Vance and Laura, both of modest means, search for a cottage in the countryside where Vance can paint and Laura can write.
• After much searching, they settle in a picturesque, ivy-covered cottage built around the ruins of an old manor, with a friendly neighbor, Dr. McCarthy, nearby.
• “It was a gay life, the sort that only the quite humble or the very rich could enjoy.” — Vance Langham (04:53)

2. Meeting Mrs. Dorman: Harbinger of Folklore (04:53–05:53)

• Mrs. Dorman, hired as their housekeeper, regales Laura with tales of the region’s ghosts, smugglers, and sinister history.
• Her stories unsettle Laura but are dismissed by Vance as “old wives tales.”

3. The Local Church and Its Creepy Secrets (06:30–09:14)

• The couple visit the local church and are drawn to two marble effigies of medieval knights placed by the altar.
• Local lore suggests the knights were marauding ancestors and their presence is tied to violent deeds and vengeance.
• “From the looks on the faces—even in marble—I doubt their conversion to Christianity.” — Vance Langham (08:27)

4. Mrs. Dorman’s Sudden Departure and Dire Warnings (09:26–12:39)

• Mrs. Dorman quits abruptly, citing her niece’s illness, but Laura senses there’s a deeper reason.
• Pressed by Vance, Mrs. Dorman reveals the villagers’ belief that the marble knights come to life each All Saints’ Eve (“the night when the shapes drawn out man size in marble begin to walk”—11:08) and return to the cottage, once their home.
• She warns them, “lock the door early tomorrow night and make the sign of the cross over it.” — Mrs. Dorman (12:18)

5. A Day of Normalcy, Then Ominous Dread (13:33–16:08)

• With Mrs. Dorman gone, Vance and Laura attempt to enjoy a typical day.
• Laura experiences chills and ominous feelings (“Do you ever have a presentiment of evil?” — Laura, 15:22), foreshadowing coming danger.

6. The Night of All Saints' Eve (16:25–19:08)

• Vance steps out for air near midnight (leaving the door unlocked), admiring the haunting beauty of the night.
• The church bell tolls eleven, and Vance walks to the church, recalling the local legend with growing unease.
• He discovers the effigies have vanished: “The bodies drawn out man size in marble had actually disappeared from the church.” — Vance (19:06)
• Overcome with panic, Vance fetches Dr. McCarthy, but when they return the effigies have reappeared—except for a missing marble finger.

7. A Terrible Climax: The Marble Finger (24:33–25:37)

• Vance and Dr. McCarthy return to the cottage to find Laura dead, sitting bolt upright and surrounded by candles.
• “She’s dead. Oh, no. She fell into my arms like a limp, loose-jointed doll… Laura was dead and the world was dead.” — Vance Langham (24:33)
• In her hand is clutched a fragment of gray marble: the missing finger from the statue, horrifying proof the legend was real.

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• “I mean them two bodies drawn out man size in marble.” — Mrs. Dorman on the statues (10:38)
• “They say that on All Saints’ Eve, those bodies come to life... When the church clock strikes 11, they come out into the night and walk over the green.” — Mrs. Dorman’s warning (10:49–11:08)
• “Do you ever have a presentiment of evil?” — Laura Langham (15:22)
• “The bodies drawn out man size in marble had actually disappeared from the church.” — Vance Langham (19:06)
• “She’s dead... Laura was dead and the world was dead.” — Vance Langham (24:33)

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Important Timestamps

• [02:33] – Couple finds their cottage and meets Mrs. Dorman
• [06:30] – Visit to the church and introduction of the knight effigies
• [09:26] – Mrs. Dorman’s revealing conversation and villagers’ fears
• [15:22] – Laura expresses her presentiment of evil
• [19:06] – Discovery of the missing statues at the church
• [24:33] – Laura’s death and discovery of the marble finger

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Tone and Atmosphere

True to the Hall of Fantasy legacy, the episode is soaked in gothic atmosphere, contrasting light moments between the couple with mounting dread. The adaptation uses period language, rich descriptions, and the chilling folklore of rural England to build suspense right up to the tragic ending.

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Summary for New Listeners

In “Man Size in Marble,” a young couple’s dream life in a quaint cottage descends into supernatural horror as local superstitions prove terrifyingly real. With memorable performances, evocative dialogue, and an ever-tightening sense of doom, this radio drama will chill new listeners by blending love, folklore, and the inexorable approach of death.

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Transcript

[Vance Langham]

Hey, this is Sarah.

[Laura Langham]

Look, I'm standing out front of a.m. p.m.

[Vance Langham]

Right now and, well, you're sweet and.

[Laura Langham]

All, but I found something more fulfilling.

[Vance Langham]

Even kind of cheesy.

[Laura Langham]

But I like it.

[Vance Langham]

Sure, you met some of my dietary.

[Laura Langham]

Needs, but they've just got it all.

[Vance Langham]

So farewell, oatmeal. So long, you strange soggy. Break up with bland breakfast and taste AM PM's bacon, egg and cheese biscuit made with K tree eggs, smoked bacon and melty cheese on a buttery biscuit. AM PM Too much. Good stuff. Ladies and gentlemen, the Granite Furniture Company, with stores in Sugar House, Murray and Provo, presents the hall of Fantasy. Welcome to the hall of Fantasy. Welcome to the series of radio dramas dedicated to the supernatural, the unusual and the unknown. Come with me, my friends. We shall descend to the world of the unknown and forbidden down to the depths where the veil of time is lifted and the supernatural reigns as king. Come with me and listen to the tale of Man Size in marble. The Granite Furniture Company brings you the hall of Fantasy. Listen now to original tales of the imagination and some of the classics of the supernatural as we take you down the corridors of the hall of Fantasy to the mysterious realms of the unknown. These are stories of eerie and fantastic thrills brought to you by your friends at the Granite Furniture stores. And now for tonight's story, a radio adaptation by Bob Olson of E. Nesbit story Man Size in Marble. The villagers called it a delusion. That explanation gave them some comfort, since it will give you comfort also. I'll say no more about it, except that it's difficult to understand how hallucinations can commit murder. Ours was one of those marriages on a dime. I'd been doing a bit of painting in those days and never knew what it was to have the money I really needed. But then Laura knew this before she married me.

[Laura Langham]

We'll get along if we're careful. You can paint and I'll write articles for the magazines.

[Vance Langham]

Living in town will be out of the question, dear. We can find some little place in the country.

[Laura Langham]

As long as it's picturesque and sanitary, it doesn't matter where it is.

[Vance Langham]

And so we spent our honeymoon lightheartedly looking for a place that was both sanitary and picturesque. The two qualities that rarely keep company in one cottage. Little rose covered trellises would invariably hide the corruption that lurked inside. We'd looked so hard and were so confused by the eloquence of house agents that we seriously began to doubt if we could tell a house from a haystack. Even if we found one. But when we came out to the little village of Brenset and thence two miles out to see the famous little church, our search was ended. For there, just two fields away, was the cottage. Picturesque it was, for it was long and low, with rooms taking off in unexpected directions. Two of the rooms were of ancient stonework, now covered with moss and ivy. It was all that remained of a huge manor that had stood here years ago. Around these rooms had risen the cottage, as it stood this day, quite by itself. Our nearest neighbor was a jolly Scotch Dr. McCarthy by name, whose cottage was a little distance down the lane. Our new home nestled cozily against a low hill and looked out across the marsh meadows to the sea. Yes, it was a pretty cottage, though stripped of its roses and jasmine, it would no doubt have been hideous. The rent was absurdly cheap, and it seemed quite likely that between the two of us we could keep the kettle simmering. We spent the rest of our honeymoon in second hand shops, picking up odds and ends of oak and chippendale, until the cottage soon became very homey, fully settled. We were so happy. And that day we looked from the latticed window onto the old fashioned garden with its colorful splash of hollyhocks and lilies. Laura sat outlined against the window, I before my easel.

[Laura Langham]

What are you painting, Vance?

[Vance Langham]

You, my dear?

[Laura Langham]

Me? Why not? This lovely countryside.

[Vance Langham]

First my wife, then the countryside. And what are you writing others about what?

[Laura Langham]

You.

[Vance Langham]

It was a gay life, the sort that only the quite humble or the very rich could enjoy. Our fortune was added to when we found Mrs. Dorman, a tall peasant woman with a good face and figure to keep house for us. Laura was delighted with her, for Mrs. Dorman was full of stories of the past. Stories of the smugglers and highwaymen who dominated this part of England, cutting purses and throats with equal zest. Better still were her stories about the things that walked and the sights that one met of a starry night. They gave Laura a good deal of material for her articles. Old wives tales, I called them. Three months passed quickly. We hadn't had a single quarrel. That's why it startled me when, on the return from a visit to Dr. McCarthy, Laura, who had always been so happy, rushed to my arms and buried her dark little head in my shoulder and wept. Laura, what is it?

[Laura Langham]

It's Mrs. Dorman.

[Vance Langham]

What about Mrs. Dorman?

[Laura Langham]

She's leaving us.

[Vance Langham]

Leaving us? What on earth for?

[Laura Langham]

She says that she must leave before the end of the month. She says that her niece is ill, but I don't Believe her because, well, her niece has always been ill. She acted so. So queerly.

[Vance Langham]

Don't cry, Laura. You know, it's a terrible shock to see you cry. I might cry a bit myself just watching you. And you'd never respect me again.

[Laura Langham]

Oh, but it's serious. Those people in the village are so sheepy and. Well, if Mrs. Dorman leaves us without any explanation, no one will come and take her place. I just know it.

[Vance Langham]

Well, then, we'll share the housework.

[Laura Langham]

But we'll have no time to earn what we need. And we've been doing so nicely. Now we'll have to work all day and. And rest only when the kettle's boiling.

[Vance Langham]

You exaggerate, Laura. We'll have less time. But there'll still be time. However, when Mrs. Dorman comes back, I'll have a talk with her. We'll come to some sort of terms. Tell you what. Let's take a walk up to the old church. The church was large and lonely, and we enjoyed the stroll in the moonlight. The path that went through a wood and along the crest of a little hill was called the Beer Path, for the dead had been carried along this path to be buried. The churchyard was enclosed by a low wall and ceilinged by several large elms whose branches stretched out as if in benediction over the dead. We entered the old church from a long, low porch and through a heavy oak door studded with iron. Inside, the arches rose up into the darkness. We strolled up to the chancel, where the fine colored glass windows let in faint hues of fill filtered moonlight. It gave everything a substance of shadow, even the gray marble figures of the two knights who lay there in full plate armor, with hands upheld in everlasting prayer. You know, it's a funny thing if there is any light in this church at all. It seems to shine on these figures.

[Laura Langham]

Who are they?

[Vance Langham]

No one knows. The peasants say they were marauders, bandits. That they were the scourge of their day.

[Laura Langham]

Does it give you kind of a strange feeling to. To know they used to live where we live now?

[Vance Langham]

I hadn't thought much about it. Has Mrs. Dorman told you the story?

[Laura Langham]

She doesn't know about it. She said the house was struck by a bolt of lightning.

[Vance Langham]

I heard it was the vengeance of heaven against their foul deeds.

[Laura Langham]

Funny how a pair like that would be given such an honored place in this little church.

[Vance Langham]

Well, the gold was good, no matter where it came from. Their heirs probably bought the honor.

[Laura Langham]

Those marble statues certainly aren't flattering.

[Vance Langham]

From the looks on the Faces even in marble. I doubt their conversion to Christianity. The church looked very weird as the shadows cast eerie forms about. We looked again at the sleeping warriors and a feeling of awe came over us. Outside, we sat on the ancient stone seats, gazing out across the moon misted meadows. A sense of quiet and peacefulness came over us. At such times, troubles don't exist. I don't feel better than you did, dear.

[Laura Langham]

Yes, Vance? Oh, let's never leave this place. It's lovely.

[Vance Langham]

Ah, yes. Wasn't it silly to get all worked up over Mrs. Dorman?

[Laura Langham]

It's still a terrible nuisance, granted.

[Vance Langham]

But if scrubbing and blacking boots is the worst of our lot, we'll manage quite well even without Mrs. Dormant.

[Laura Langham]

Of course we will.

[Vance Langham]

Nevertheless, when we get back to the house, I'll have a talk to her. She should be there by now.

[Laura Langham]

I hope you can convince her.

[Vance Langham]

Mrs. Dorman, what's this I hear about your leaving?

[Laura Langham]

Well, I'd like to leave before the end of the month, sir.

[Vance Langham]

Well, aren't you happy here? Maybe you'd like a raise in your wages.

[Laura Langham]

It's not that, sir. You and your lady have been most kind.

[Vance Langham]

Well, then, suppose we work it out so that you can stay.

[Laura Langham]

No, Mr. Larkin. I'd rather leave my nieces ill.

[Vance Langham]

Yes, I know, but she's been ill all along. Would you consider staying on for another month?

[Laura Langham]

No, sir. I want to leave before Thursday.

[Vance Langham]

But this is Monday, woman. That's rather short notice. I'll tell you what. Stay on until next week.

[Laura Langham]

Maybe I can come back next week.

[Vance Langham]

But why must you go this week? Well, speak up.

[Laura Langham]

It's this house, sir.

[Vance Langham]

This house? Well, what about it?

[Laura Langham]

They say that strange deeds was done here in olden times.

[Vance Langham]

In olden times? Oh, but this is. Now, what. What deeds do you mean? Well, don't worry, Mrs. Dorman, I. I'm not going to laugh at you.

[Laura Langham]

Well, sir, have you seen them two ships beside the altar in the church?

[Vance Langham]

You mean the effigies of the knights in armor?

[Laura Langham]

I mean them two bodies drawed out man size and marble.

[Vance Langham]

A very graphic description, Mrs. Dorman. But what about the knights in the village?

[Laura Langham]

They sigh that on all sides eve, those bodies come to life.

[Vance Langham]

Those marble statues.

[Laura Langham]

They saw that. They rise up from their slabs and walks down the aisle in their marble. Then when the church clock strikes 11, they come out into the night and walks over the gry.

[Vance Langham]

But how do you suppose, when the.

[Laura Langham]

Light has been wet, there was the marks of their feet along the beer path.

[Vance Langham]

Well, where do they go?

[Laura Langham]

Back to their home.

[Vance Langham]

Their home?

[Laura Langham]

But their home was in this house.

[Vance Langham]

Well, did anyone ever see this happen?

[Laura Langham]

I ain't sighing. All I know is what I know.

[Vance Langham]

Who was living here last year?

[Laura Langham]

No one, sir. The lady would own the house. Spent the summer here. But she always went up to London a good month before the night.

[Vance Langham]

And so you think you must go?

[Laura Langham]

Yes, sir.

[Vance Langham]

My niece is ill. Oh, your niece? Oh, very well, Mrs. Dorman. Go if you think you must. But don't say anything about this to Mrs. Langham.

[Laura Langham]

Must you go, Mrs. Dorman? Yes, ma'.

[Vance Langham]

Am.

[Laura Langham]

This is Thursday. I can't sty no longer.

[Vance Langham]

It's going to put quite a load on us.

[Laura Langham]

Don't try to do too much, Mrs. Langham. If there's anything I can do next week. Well, I won't mind in the least. Thank you. Oh, but we'll try to manage. And whatever you do, lock the door early tomorrow night and mic the sign of the cross over it. What do you mean?

[Vance Langham]

That's Mrs. Dorman's little Halloween joke, dear.

[Laura Langham]

It's no joke. And if you ask me.

[Vance Langham]

Goodbye, Mrs. Dorman.

[Laura Langham]

Goodbye. And don't forget what I said. What did she mean, vance?

[Vance Langham]

Nothing, dear. Mrs. Dorman is just a superstitious old biddy, that's all. I would have looked forward to Friday a much happier man if I could have believed what I had just told Laura. But Friday came the day before All Saints Eve. The day this story ends. In fact, the day that gave this story, story its horrible substance. You are listening to Man Size and Marble in tonight's journey down the corridors of the hall of Fantasy, brought to you by your friends at the Granite Furniture Company, with stores in Sugar House, Murray and Provo. And now back to tonight's story, Bob Olson's adaptation of Man Size Marble. I arose early that morning and had already built a rather smoky success of a fire when Laura came down as bright as the bright morning itself. We had breakfast and went after the housework. When the brushes and pails were silent at last we set up and pails were silent at last we set up and pails were silent at last. And spent one of the merriest days since our wedding. That afternoon we took a long walk, completely happy. And Laura?

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[Vance Langham]

Sweeter than ever. I decided that housework was good for her. We watched the deep flame of sunset as it slowly faded to a dull gray and then walked back to the cottage, hand in hand, without a word. Once inside, we sat in the parlor and seemed to settle into a deep silence. I thought it was a happy silence. And what I asked Laura had no particular significance at the time. You seem sad, Laura. I was surprised at her answer.

[Laura Langham]

Yes, I. I don't think I feel quite well. I've had the shivers and it isn't cold, is it?

[Vance Langham]

No. Unless it's one of those nasty mists that creep up from the marsh.

[Laura Langham]

There is no mist, dear.

[Vance Langham]

Doesn't seem to be at that. No mist. In that case, darling, you're not entitled to a chill. Sorry.

[Laura Langham]

Vance.

[Vance Langham]

Mm?

[Laura Langham]

Do you ever have a presentiment of evil?

[Vance Langham]

Don't believe in them.

[Laura Langham]

I do. When my father died, he was away in North Scotland. But the night he died, I knew it. Oh, forgive me, Vance. Come and light up the candles on the piano and we'll play one of our duets.

[Vance Langham]

10 o' clock already?

[Laura Langham]

Light up your pipe if you like, Vance. I don't mind.

[Vance Langham]

Yeah, I think I'll take it outside.

[Laura Langham]

May I come too?

[Vance Langham]

No, dear, you're much too tired. I shan't be long. You get to bed or you'll be.

[Laura Langham]

Ill. You're taking good care of me, darling.

[Vance Langham]

Have to. Can't do all this housework by myself, you know.

[Laura Langham]

Then give me a kiss.

[Vance Langham]

That will be a pleasure.

[Laura Langham]

Let me go with you. You get some rest, Vance. Yes, we've been very happy today, haven't we?

[Vance Langham]

Even happier than usual, sweetheart.

[Laura Langham]

You won't be gone long, will you?

[Vance Langham]

No, dear, not long. I stepped out, leaving the door unlatched, for I expected to be back shortly. The night was magnificent. Huge masses of cloud, dark and heavy, seemed to clasp hands and reach from horizon to horizon. Through this flowing stream of clouds moved the moon. Like a dolphin diving in and out of an endless succession of waves. The treetops swayed like a metronome to the gentle swing of the clouds. There was the mystic glow on the earth that comes from the blend of dew and moonlight. I drank it. Serene beauty of the night. There wasn't a hint of emotion about. Not even a leaf stirred. The wind was high up, busy hurting the Clouds across the meadow. I saw the church tower standing out black against the sky. I suddenly thought of the three happy months I'd known here with Laura. And just then the church sounded its bel. Hey, 11 o'. Clock. I should be getting back to the house. But first I think I'll visit the church. I felt so happy and so very thankful. I wanted to take my gratitude to the old chapel that had heard the sorrows and the joys of its people for so many, countless years. On my way, I passed our cottage and looked in the window where I saw Laura's dark little head silhouetted against the pale blue wall. She was very still. I decided not to disturb her. I turned down Beer Path. It was such a peaceful night that at first I was conscious of nothing. And then suddenly I became aware of a rustling sound that broke the stillness ever so gently. I stopped to listen. The sound stopped too. I took another step and listened. A step seemed to echo my own. Well, if that's a poacher, he's a fool not to step more lightly. I left the Beer Path and took to the woods. The footsteps seemed to echo along the path I had just left. It was strange. Yes, it was strange. Ah, but then all night sounds are strange. I passed through the corpse gate and walked among the graves to the low porch of the church. The door was open. Did I leave that open? I'd hate to have the damp get in and ruin those fine old fabrics. I went in and was halfway up the aisle when suddenly I remembered that bell struck 11 o'.

[Laura Langham]

Clock.

[Vance Langham]

This is the very day, the very hour when the shapes, drawn out man's size in marble, begin to walk. Once I did remember, it came on me with a shiver and I was ashamed. So to make up for it, I walked boldly to the altar. I did that because. Well, because I wanted to tell Mrs. Dorman how peacefully the shapes had slept through the ghastly hour. So, with my hands nonchalantly shoved into my pockets, I passed up the aisle. In the dim gray light, the other end of the church looked more. Well, it looked larger than usual. The arches above the two tombs seemed to have grown too. At that moment the moon came out from behind a cloud. And in the ghostly beams of light I. I saw the reason. They're gone. I steadied myself. It. It's some fool's practical joke. They can't be gone. I'm not in the right place. It's too dark to see here clearly. Yes, that's it. I took a newspaper from my pocket and lit it with a match. It flared up brightly. The confirmation was sickening. The bodies drawn out man size in marble, had actually disappeared from the church. Suddenly I was gripped with an indefinite horror. It was an overwhelming certainty of finished calamity. I threw down the torch and dashed down the aisle, out the front door and into the night. They're gone. They're gone. Help me, someone. The bodies. They're gone. Said, hold on, man. Let go of me, you fool. The marble figures have gone from the church. They've disappeared, I tell you. Hey, they know you've been smoking term, mooch. Smoking and listening to old wives tell. Doctor, I've seen the bear slabs with my own eyes. They're gone, I tell you. We'll come back with me. I'm going up to the Palmers. No. His loss is sick. We'll ha a look into the bare slobs. You can go if you like. I'm going home to Laura. Rubbish. Neighbor made it. You kind of go around all your life as saying you saw a slab of marble in vitality. You kind of do it, mon. I'm not going back there. Then. Then you want that you should be a coward. Coward? No, but I coward. And they can help you if you dinna go down with me. Oh, all right. Come on. Oh, here we are at the church. Come in with me. I'm coming. What have you got your ease crows for? Here, I'll strike a match. No. Look there. What are you had to drink, mon? I opened my eyes and what I saw made me absolutely mad. A huge black screen dropped across my reason. For there on the cold gray slabs were the two grotesque shapes in their marble. I, I, Dr. McCarthy, I, I simply don't know what to say. It must have been the light. Or maybe I have been working too hard. Yes. You know, I, I was sure they were gone. I am quite aware of that. You had to do something about that brain of yours. But wait. Look at this hand. What's wrong with it, Doctor? It's been broken. There's a finger missing. Finger? But the last time I saw it, it was perfect. Someone may have tried to remove it. That can't be right. My impression was that they were gone, completely disappeared. That was too much tobacco and painting, perhaps. Well, come along, Dr. McCarthy. My wife will be getting anxious. I told her I wouldn't be gone long. Well, I should be going off to the Palmers. I'd appreciate it if you'd come on to the cottage with me and and drink to my better senses or confusion. To all Ghosts or something. Well, it's pretty late. No, I had to see a lot of people to nature. I could go to the Palmers tomorrow. All right. I'll come with you. I believe I needed the sensible old doctor more than the Palmer girl did. You've had an illusion, man. Nothing more than an illusion, as I fancy. You're right about that, Doctor, but it was a most amazing one. Dr. McCarthy then went into a dissertation on ghosts and apparitions as well. We walked on up to the cottage. When we reached the garden path, I was a little puzzled by the bright light that was streaming out the front door. Soon I saw that it was wide open. Had Laura gone for a walk? Well, come on in, Doctor. We'll find Laura and then pour ourselves a drop of whiskey. Good. The house was ablaze with candles. Laura had not only lit the wax ones, but there must have been a dozen other sputtering glasses, glaring tallowed dips stuck all over the room in odd little places. Laura, we have company. Oh, Laura. I wonder if she went out for a walk. Laura? Yes. Look. Where? There, in the little recess of the window. I saw her. Why? What had she been doing there? Looking for me. But the doctor said it before I quite dared to. Someone's been in this room. It didn't belong here.

[Laura Langham]

Who? Who?

[Vance Langham]

Laura didn't move. Her mouth was drawn and her eyes were wide open, Very wide. She looked as if she'd heard a footstep behind her and turned to meet. What? I passed my hands over her eyes. They saw nothing. What had they seen last? The doctor moved toward her, but I pushed him aside as if I were afraid of what he'd say. And then I took her in my arms. Laura. Laura, darling. I've got you now. You're safe. Aye, she's safe. She's dead. Oh, no. She fell into my arms like a limp, loose, jointed doll. I was slightly mad with this horrible sense of loss, but I knew she was dead. I knew it, and nothing mattered anymore. Laura was dead and the world was dead. Then I silently prayed that I might die. What's in her hand? I don't know. I don't care. Laura's dead. But the doctor pried open her fingers, and soon something fell out of that grim clutch and dropped to the floor. We looked at it and then at each other, for what we saw was no hallucination. It seemed to fairly shriek its defiance to reason, for there on the floor was a gray marble finger. And so runs the tale of man size in marble. Remember to join us next week at the same time for another journey down the corridors of the hall of Fantasy. Tonight's story was adapted from the story by E. Nesbit entitled Man Size in Marble. Heard in tonight's program were Carl Grayson as Vance Langham, Beth Calder as Laura, Phyllis Perry as Mrs. Darman and Archie Hugely as Dr. McCarthy. Musical background was provided by Earl Donaldson. The technical supervisor was Nephi Sorensen. This program was written by Bob Olson and produced and directed by Richard Gone. Remember, be with us again next Sunday night on call at 8:30pm when the Granite Furniture stores in Sugar House, Murray and Provo will take you on another journey down the corridors of the hall of Fantasy.

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