Madeira Wine by Beyond Midnight

Summary

The Horror! (Old Time Radio)

Episode: Madeira Wine by Beyond Midnight
Date: June 6, 2026
Source: South Africa’s Springbok Radio, Adapted by Michael McCabe

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Overview

“Madeira Wine” is a chilling ghost story from the South African radio series Beyond Midnight, curated this week by The Horror! podcast. The episode spins a tale of murder, supernatural revenge, and the nauseating persistence of guilt—embodied in the inescapable smell of sweet wine. With a brooding, fog-soaked London setting and an inn at the edge of respectability, it explores themes of greed, remorse, and the unquiet dead.

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Key Discussion Points and Plot Breakdown

Introduction and Setting the Scene

• [01:02] The host introduces Beyond Midnight, a series known for strange, macabre tales, and sets the atmosphere of foreboding around the story “Madeira Wine.”
• The primary setting is the “Sailor’s Rest,” a dingy London inn run by the ominous Mrs. Manifold, a woman of giant physical and spiritual proportions, haunted by her own past.

Mr. Robinson’s Arrival

• [01:35] Mr. Robinson, destitute and desperate for work, recounts his first impressions of the inn and especially Mrs. Manifold—“There was something about Mrs. Manifold, something you could feel but hardly put into words...In all that tremendous bulk only her eyes seemed to move...I was afraid of her. Afraid of the house she kept.”
• He accepts the position of clerk, despite strong misgivings.

Mrs. Manifold’s Rules and the Peculiarities of the Inn

• [04:28] Mrs. Manifold details Mr. Robinson’s duties and insists on a strict ritual: “Your duties will be simple...Once a week you’ll bring the register up to me. I wish to examine it. The money will be deposited every week to my account at the Brisley Bank...”
• There's a special, unexplained rule: Absolutely no wine is permitted in the house. Spirits and beer are fine, but wine, especially Madeira, is forbidden.

Weekly Register Ritual & Glimpses of the Past

• [08:08] Every week, Mrs. Manifold scrutinizes the guestbook, grilling Mr. Robinson for physical descriptions of every guest.
• Mrs. Manifold hints at her past in Singapore and her vanished husband, Ambrose Manifold. Her refrain: “Nobody knows. Nobody knows, Mr. Robinson. Nobody.”

Gossip and Revelations About Mrs. Manifold

• [13:29] A guest, Joshua Bennington, reveals more about Mrs. Manifold’s history:
  • She was a powerful figure in Singapore, wealthy, her husband a notorious wine drinker who disappeared with a cask of wine. No one ever discovered what truly happened to him.
  • Quote: “She was making money faster than they could spend it. Then Ambie ran out on her and she closed up her place and off she went... He was a wine drinker... he took along the biggest cask of wine they had in the cellar, too.” (14:06)

The Haunting Begins — Arrival of Ambrose Manifold?

• [16:01] After a rare Singaporean guest, a new arrival registers as “Ambrose Manifold, late of Singapore, out of Madeira,” shocking Mrs. Manifold. The man is described as small, limping, and reeking of sweet wine.
• [20:03] Mrs. Manifold is visibly shaken: “Her dark-skinned face went pale. And if she trembled before, she shook now, a great obscene shaking animating that mass of flesh...”
• Mr. Robinson finds the room empty except for the overwhelming smell of wine.

Rising Paranoia and Supernatural Manifestations

• [22:08+] The house becomes plagued by an unshakeable wine odor. Mrs. Manifold grows furtive, grim, and obsessed, hearing mysterious footsteps.
• [23:02] Mr. Robinson comments: “Her mind’s diseased, completely diseased... When her soul reaches her weight, it’s a strain on the heart. And all her blood rushes right up into the head.”

The Climax—Supernatural Retribution

• [26:03–27:33] Amid oppressive silence and the recurring scent of wine, the house is woken by strange singing and a commotion in Mrs. Manifold’s quarters:
  • Mr. Robinson and others find her “choked to death,” her dress torn, the room overwhelmed by the smell of wine.
  • Human bones and a battered hat are found scattered, along with “sharp, deep marks on Mrs. Manifold’s throat.”
  • The chilling implication: Mrs. Manifold’s murdered husband (hidden long ago in a cask of wine and sunk at sea) has returned from an unmarked grave to exact ghostly revenge.

Resolution and Reflection

• [28:05+] The episode closes with the unexplainable events left for Scotland Yard (and the listener) to puzzle over. Mr. Robinson reflects that Ambrose’s vengeful spirit, carried on the sickly odor of Madeira wine, returned to close a deadly chapter in Mrs. Manifold’s life.

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• “[Mrs. Manifold] was like a mechanical gnome that knows one combination of words and one only.” (25:17)
• “No one... There was nothing Scotland Yard could say to explain all that. No, there was nothing to tell them that Mrs. Manifold had killed her husband and put his body in that cask of wine and had it carried far out to sea...Ambrose Manifold, late of Singapore, out of Madeira.” (28:48)
• “I was afraid of her. Afraid of the house she kept.” – Mr. Robinson on first seeing Mrs. Manifold (01:46)
• “Don’t go outside on foggy nights, Mr. Robinson. Things happen in fogs. Things take place. Nobody ever finds out.” (10:33)
• “Get that smell of wine out of this house.” – Mrs. Manifold’s refrain as the horror builds (21:58)

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Timestamps for Key Segments

• [01:35] Mr. Robinson’s introduction to Mrs. Manifold and the inn.
• [04:28] The arrangement of duties and the taboo against wine.
• [08:08] Weekly scrutiny of the guestbook—introduction of register ritual.
• [13:29] Joshua Bennington’s monologue recounting Mrs. Manifold’s Singaporean past.
• [16:01] Arrival of a ghostly new guest: Ambrose Manifold.
• [22:08] The manifestation of the persistent wine smell and mounting dread.
• [26:42] The supernatural climax—Mrs. Manifold’s death and inexplicable evidence.
• [28:48] Mr. Robinson’s closing reflection and summary of the unresolved mystery.

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Tone and Atmosphere

The narrative tone is drenched in unease—an atmosphere thick with regret, guilt, and supernatural vengeance. The dialog is colloquial, with a rhythm of resignation, accented by moments of chilling matter-of-factness. The episode’s soundscape (as described) leans heavily on the motifs of fog, the clinging scent of sweet wine, and the creak of unexplainable footsteps, sustaining the tension until its fatal resolution.

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Summary

“Madeira Wine” weaves a dense, atmospheric ghost story: the inn’s past and present intertwine, driven by Mrs. Manifold’s secrecy, the mystery of her vanished husband, and the symbolism of forbidden wine. The episode stands out for its grim characterization, well-paced revelations, and the ultimate, uncanny justice meted out from beyond the grave. For fans of psychological horror and supernatural retribution, this episode is a classic example of old-time radio at its most haunting.

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Transcript

[Narrator]

Oh, stories.

[Mr. Robinson]

Real stories.

[Narrator]

And murder too. Turn out your legs. Turn them out. Good evening. Come in, won't you? What's the matter? Surely you're not nervous.

[Mr. Robinson]

For example, I tell you a story

[Narrator]

we are meant to call from out of the past. Stories, strange, weird tales of mystery and terror by radio's masters of the macabre.

[Mr. Robinson]

Story of the supernatural, the supernova dramatized by fantasy, the mystery of the unknown. We tell you this, Franklin. So if you wish to avoid the excitement tension of these magnet play, we

[Narrator]

urge you our latest theory to turn

[Mr. Robinson]

off your belief down.

[Podcast Host]

This is the horror. Back this Saturday with a story from Beyond Midnight, a South African series that debuted November 1, 1968 and aired for 78 episodes until April 24 of 1970 over South Africa's Springbok radio station. I don't have a broadcast date for our story this week, but it's titled Madeira Wine.

[Mr. Robinson]

I don't know whether I'd have gone into the sailor's rest if I'd seen its proprietress before I saw the grimy card with its scrawled clerk wanted in the window. But perhaps I would. A man with less than a shilling in his pocket and little chance to add to that can't hesitate too much. Still, there was something about Mrs. Banishol, something you could feel but hardly put into words. I never saw anyone so fat. Though she was a short woman, she weighed over 300 pounds. It was easy to understand why she preferred to keep to her own room on the fourth floor, a gable room. Mrs. Manifold. I can see her now. Her fat fingers, her little tiny eyes. And I'm still frightened just of the memory of her. And to this day I cannot abide the smell. But Madeira wine. Biotech, the new soak and pre wash powder presents Beyond Midnight by Michael McCabe

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[Mrs. Manifold]

Ever been a clerk before, Mr. Robinson?

[Narrator]

No, but I can read and write. I can add figures too if it comes to that.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Plain to see you've had some schooling down on your luck. Is it something like that?

[Mr. Robinson]

Yeah. In all that tremendous bulk only her eyes seemed to move. There was no evidence that she breathed. No tremor disturbed her flesh. Clad in a dress of black silk satin. There was something horrible about her. Not in a bestial sense, but in a spiritual. I was afraid of her. Afraid of the house she kept. Even then.

[Mrs. Manifold]

It might not always be a nice one, Mr. Robinson. Rough lot you might say. But I mean you wouldn't expect anything else of warping now would you? Or of somebody like Mrs. Ambrose Manifold.

[Narrator]

Don't worry about me, Mrs. Manifold. I can hold me out.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Perhaps. Perhaps we shall see, Mr. Robinson. Your duties will be simple. You know what an innkeeper's clerk must do. Make him sign the register, Mr. Robinson. Sometimes there's reason to avoid it. Once a week he'll bring the register up to me. I wish to examine it. The money will be deposited every week to my account at the Brisley Bank. Whenever and as soon as it collects to £50. I'm never at home to anyone. I only come down here once a week. Some weeks I don't come down at all. I just stay up in my quarters. You can begin now.

[Mr. Robinson]

Six of the rooms are occupied at six shillings the night. Six for day and night. There aren't any rates for the week. Don't need them. Hope you're happy here, Mr. Lobby's got to be closed every night at 9 o'.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Clock.

[Mr. Robinson]

Anyone comes home after that and they all do. You gotta come and open up for em. I've been working here for a long time. You will get used to out assault habits. Now if you'd like to come with me, I'll introduce you to the ones what runs the kitchen. And a daughter there's gotta be kept shut. Mr. Clayto was tall and thin and gray with the expression of a very tired Great Dane. Probably there's nothing so tiring as the positionless clerk in a shabby hole in the corner inn which seems designed to attract only the dregs of mankind. Work at the sailor's rest was monotonous even when there were books to be ready. The only way in which the pattern was broken was the weekly trip to Mrs. Manifold's room. Every time she Would take the register and examine the new names.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Ronald Jensen. Now, what's he like? Is he a tall man or is

[Mr. Robinson]

he short, taller, thin, sandy red hair?

[Narrator]

He's got a wooden leg. No.

[Mr. Robinson]

Where's the mustache? And last sailed on the loan. How the AR.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Frederick Schwartz. Then a sea like short, fat, looks

[Mr. Robinson]

like a German burgermeister. Red cheeks, blue eyes. Last sailed on the Stresserman out of hamburg.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Good gracious, Mr. Robinson. He should have been a policeman. I admire the quality of your observations.

[Mr. Robinson]

I wouldn't say that. She liked the examination of the register each week. She was anxious to go through it and would never dream of missing the task. But it was always with an obvious sigh of relief that she concluded this little choreography. I had no idea why the register had to be gone through once every seven days. Once she was quite talkative. She didn't speak a lot. But I learned quite a bit about her standing there before her in a gabled room.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Oh, yes, I've seen maugham walking, I can tell you. Oh, yes. I kept a place in Singapore once, you know. Ran it with my husband.

[Narrator]

Where's Mr.

[Mr. Robinson]

Manifold now, then?

[Narrator]

Still in.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Ah, nobody knows. Nobody knows, Mr. Robinson. Nobody. Ah, Madonna in the brigland the first most brave of land. We'll sail the servants. He's land and mace of all our own.

[Mr. Robinson]

That's the thing. Mrs.

[Narrator]

Manifold was always singing, isn't it? You know,

[Mr. Robinson]

she the man what come in today, did you? Police woman? Yeah. You know. Then.

[Mrs. Manifold]

How.

[Mr. Robinson]

How'd you know what he was? Well, you told me. Makes sense. They're always coming looking for people here, aren't they? On an average, once a fortnight. Yeah. You see, sometimes people from here walk out and never come back. We have to stall all their baggage against their return. And sometimes that doesn't happen. Things happen in fogs. Things take place. Nobody never finds out. Robbery, sudden death, Suicide sometimes. Don't go outside on foggy nights, Mr. Robinson. I wonder why Mrs. Manifold left Singapore to come to Wapping. Funny thing to do, leave a wonderful place like Singapore for Wapping. Ever been to Singapore?

[Narrator]

No.

[Mr. Robinson]

How do you know it's wonderful then?

[Narrator]

Hey, tell me that then, eh? Ah, well, perhaps. Sounds wonderful.

[Mr. Robinson]

Singapore. So does plum pudding sound wonderful.

[Narrator]

We ain't.

[Mr. Robinson]

Who's up? Gives you wind. Plum pudding don't can't stand talking to

[Narrator]

you all day and no other.

[Mr. Robinson]

Could you put it on? And so time passed at the sailor's arms. Why had Mrs. Manifold left Singapore to come to London? She made sly remarks sometimes about her reduced station in Lyre yet she need not have been in Wabi. Her balance at the bank was always written in five figures. In ready funds alone, she was worth as much as £50,000. Mr. Robinson, was you dreaming? Here, here. I forgot to tell you. When you come here first, Mrs. Manifold says you aren't to drink wine. No wine in the hour, she says it's the rule of the sailor's rest. Wine she cannot abide. Well, I'm not much of a drinker,

[Narrator]

but does that mean I couldn't even

[Mr. Robinson]

if I wanted to?

[Narrator]

No, no, not wine.

[Mr. Robinson]

Hail. Yes, I see. Just whiskey.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Yes.

[Mr. Robinson]

Gin, if you like. Vermouth? Certainly. Whatever you wishes, but no win.

[Narrator]

You got a room? There's a room, yes.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Is it nice?

[Narrator]

Don't much like the look of the place. Well, there's nowhere else. At least not close by. Just in on Malaya. Out of Singapore. Name's Joshua Bennington. American. Born there. Spent most of my life in Singapore. Singapore. Ever heard of Mrs. Ambrose Manifold? Heard of her? Heard mister. There. There was a woman big enough for half a dozen women. Never been as good a house in Singapore since she lit out for parts unknown. Why did she leave?

[Mr. Robinson]

Oh, who knows?

[Narrator]

Women don't do things sensible, mister. She was making money faster than they could spend it. Then Ambie ran out on her and she closed up her place and off she went. Biggest thing I ever seen, to drop out of sight like that. What happened to him? Nobody knows that, mister. They didn't get along too well sometimes. Ambie liked to drink, but he was a wine drinker in Singapore. He could get sick. Stewed on wine. Pastor. And you could say Jack Robinson. Nobody knows how he ran out on there. Did, though. Took along the biggest cask of wine they had in the cellar, too. Way she watched him and all. He was sly and fast to get out. And with the wine, too.

[Mr. Robinson]

Nobody ever saw him go.

[Narrator]

With the cask of wine, he hauled out boulders. Brass. He'd made up his mind, mister. And so would you if you ever saw Mrs. Manifold. Can you show me the room? Certainly. Yeah. Oh. Fattest thing I ever saw move. What could a man do with a woman as fast as that? Amen, sir.

[Mr. Robinson]

Oh, fancy,

[Mrs. Manifold]

Mr. Robinson. Well built, with a brown beard. Mother from Singapore, too.

[Mr. Robinson]

Yes, that's right.

[Narrator]

Beard, brown, American.

[Mrs. Manifold]

One night till midweek. Too bad. Too bad. Why didn't you let me know?

[Narrator]

I had no idea you'd want to know. I mean, I'll bring the book up each week. But I didn't know that you'd want to.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Oh, yes, true True Singapore. Though I'd like to have talked to him. I'd really like to have had a word or two with him.

[Mr. Robinson]

There was a strange expression in her eyes. Triumph, amusement, regret. All these were there, or were they only reflections from my own imagination? It was difficult to tell with Mrs. Manifold. But the trembling in her great body continued for a long time. And I was anxious to get away out of that gable room, to escape the burden of our eyes. Three days later something changed in that old inn. The change was in Mrs. Manifold too. And it happened after the empty seventh room was filled. He came in just before closing time. A small man with a limp, his hat pulled down low, his face all muffled up against the fog. He was wet with it, the fog. And inside he was wet with wine. He reeked of it. The sickly smell of sweet wine hung about him like a cloud.

[Narrator]

I feel like a new man.

[Mr. Robinson]

It's an ugly day today.

[Mrs. Manifold]

I thought I had flu.

[Mr. Robinson]

I took a grandpa headache powder and I'm world better.

[Narrator]

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[Mrs. Manifold]

Ah, Grandpa. Oh, darling, don't it look as though you're enjoying yourself? The party is great.

[Narrator]

Yes, it was until I ate.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Well, take a digel. I always keep some in my bag.

[Narrator]

But I already took an antacid.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Yes, darling, but dye gel is much more than an antacid. Digel has double action. There's an air of antacid plus a layer of some. It's the cimethicin that relieves that dreadful bloated feeling. Here, try a dye gel.

[Narrator]

Like they say when you eat too well, demand dye gel. Good evening, sir.

[Mr. Robinson]

Number seven left, sir.

[Narrator]

Would it be for the night or longer?

[Mr. Robinson]

It's a wet night, sir.

[Narrator]

Third floor back, last door. It's standing open.

[Mr. Robinson]

Ambrose Manifold, late of Singapore?

[Mrs. Manifold]

Yes. Who's that?

[Narrator]

It's Robinson, Mrs. Manifold. You. You told me if we ever got anybody else from Singapore.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Come in. Let me see.

[Mr. Robinson]

And then she saw. Her dark skinned face went pale. And if she trembled before, she shook now a great obscene shaking animating that mass of flesh seems to be the

[Narrator]

same name as your own.

[Mrs. Manifold]

What's he like?

[Mr. Robinson]

Short, small man with a limp.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Where is he?

[Narrator]

In number seven, just under you.

[Mrs. Manifold]

I want to see him now. Now, Mr. Robinson.

[Mr. Robinson]

I went down the stairs and knocked on the door of number seven. There was no answer. I tried the door and it was open. I went in after calling his name. He wasn't there. The room was empty. Empty, that is, of human occupation. But it was alive with the rich headiness of wine. A sickening sweetness, cloying and repelling. There was no sign that the bed had been touched. I returned to Mrs. Manifold. Well, I can't find him.

[Narrator]

I tried his room, but he's gone.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Mr. Robinson, have you been drinking? No.

[Mr. Robinson]

The smell comes from. Well, it's from him.

[Narrator]

He's been drinking Madeira, I think, or

[Mr. Robinson]

something just about as heavy. Sweet port. What, do you hear Someone singing, Mr. Robinson? I can't say of the dear.

[Mrs. Manifold]

It goes like this. Hold the captain in the brick, lads. The first maid's brains are bro. We'll sail the servants, these lads, and make them all our own.

[Mr. Robinson]

No.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Let me know when you see him again, Mr. Robinson. And Mr. Robinson. Get that smell of wine out of this house.

[Mr. Robinson]

But I couldn't get rid of the wine smell. Open all the doors and windows as I would. I couldn't get that smell out. There seemed nothing to do but live with it. Had I seen Mr. Manifold? Yes, I saw him. I talked with him, didn't I? He signed the register. Ambrose Manifold, late of Singapore, out of Madeira. Didn't he? Mrs. Manifold? Wasn't the same. More terrible.

[Narrator]

Well, there's no jokes now. When I take the book up to her to read, I mean.

[Mr. Robinson]

I mean, not.

[Narrator]

Not that there ever were jokes.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Just a sort of.

[Mr. Robinson]

Sort of sly humor. Oh, she's sly? Yes. And there's these footsteps she's hearing. You know what I think?

[Narrator]

Footsteps?

[Mr. Robinson]

Yeah. You know what I think? What kind of footsteps? You know what I think? I think she's gone off her head. I reckon she's lost her bacon.

[Narrator]

Footsteps.

[Mr. Robinson]

She hears them all the time. She says what I mean? Is there someone walking about?

[Narrator]

I mean, somebody making them.

[Mr. Robinson]

The steps. Her mind's diseased, completely diseased. Who knows whether anyone's making steps or not?

[Narrator]

No one.

[Mr. Robinson]

She's too fat. That's what it is, Mr. Robinson. When her soul reaches her weight, it's a strain on the heart. And all her blood rushes right up into the head. And Mrs. Manifold had changed. There was a greater furtiveness about her. An unmistakable grimness. Every time I looked at her, I couldn't help myself thinking of death. And in fear of death. Being with her at any length of time at all was the most horrible. Because she kept catching her breath and listening. And there was nothing to listen to. Or was there.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Listen.

[Mr. Robinson]

What is it, Mrs.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Manifold? Nothing, Mr. Robinson. I wish you'd do your job properly and rid this house of the wine smell.

[Narrator]

I've tried, Mrs. Manifold. I'm afraid it's not possible.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Not possible? No, no.

[Narrator]

I'm afraid you'll have to take the whole place to pieces. Strip the wallpaper of the walls. Even. Well and even then.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Reminds me of my late husband, you see. The one always the wine. Never tending to business. That was Ambrose. And women too. Never could leave them alone. I gave him wine, more than he could drink.

[Narrator]

Who? Bethel.

[Mr. Robinson]

What?

[Mrs. Manifold]

Oh, yes. Don't forget the book next week. And if somebody comes from Singapore.

[Narrator]

Yes, there's a call.

[Mr. Robinson]

She told me about her husband and his weakness for women. A score of time. She told it in exactly the same words, never varying.

[Narrator]

Right.

[Mr. Robinson]

She was like a mechanical gnome that knows one combination of words and one only. She was always listening. I can stand hear her voice complain about the stench of wine. The nauseating sweetness of that cloying odor brought into the sailor's rest on that fateful night of fog. One night I awoke out of my sleep and the smell of wine was thick enough to choke me.

[Narrator]

I'll sail the seven sea land Until

[Mr. Robinson]

I find your home oh, the old man's in the deep land the madam's packed in flood. I wondered, did she hear it then? Hear what? She'd waited to hear. Nothing happened. For a little time. The house was the stillest I'd ever known it. And then all that horrible silence was shattered.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Throw away the ecrus. Stop it. No, don't r me.

[Narrator]

Mr. Robinson. Mr. Robinson. Yes, Robinson.

[Mrs. Manifold]

Just a minute. Just a minute.

[Mr. Robinson]

Did you hear it? You hear it, did you? What's up? What you reckon's up then, Mr. Robinson?

[Narrator]

With her up there, eh? Well, let's. Let's go and see. This is manifold.

[Mr. Robinson]

Mrs.

[Narrator]

Manifold.

[Mr. Robinson]

Misses Manifold was dead. Choked to death. She lay there on the floor with her black satin dress ripped down one side and her white flesh poking out from the tear. All over the room was a smell of sweet wine so thick that it seemed there was no air left. Only that sickening smell. And there was something else, too. Something that shouldn't have been. Something nobody could explain. There were bones scattered in the room. Human bones, a man's bones. And sharp, deep marks in Mrs. Manifold's throat where she'd been choked. And pieces of cloth and a battered old hat that I'd seen once before on a night when the fog was yellow in the light at the desk of the sailor's rest. There was nothing Scotland Yard could say to explain all that. No, there was nothing to tell them that Mrs. Manifold had killed her husband and put his body in that cask of wine and had it carried far out to sea, waited perhaps to sink until time and the tide carried it far from seeing a fog, just as whatever it was that came into the sailors rest that foggy night put it down in the register. Ambrose Manifold later Singapore out of Madeira.

[Narrator]

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[Mr. Robinson]

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