Old Time Horror Radio | Old Time Radio
Oct 2, 2026 · 32 min · 11 segments
Escape presents “Two and Two Make Four,” episode 223, originally broadcast on CBS on August 21, 1954. This final-season suspense tale was written by Walter Brown Newman and features Shepard Menken and…
my head hurt i sat up and opened my eyes fog all around thick and close and still i could see trees and a few yards of dirt road my watch was gone and my wallet rolled slugged and rolled and dumped but where i scrambled to my feet and i stood there in the ditch suddenly worried about the time It would be bad to be late going aboard.
As for the ship sailing without me, I stepped onto the road, which way led back to Calais.
Someone was coming.
Hello? Qui est la? Why don't you answer? I can't see.
Oh! down the road, then across a field alongside a brook.
I ran till I thought my lungs would burst.
I stopped to listen, but the blood was pounding so I couldn't be sure I wasn't followed.
I ran some more.
The brook went under a small bridge.
On it, leaning against the stone wall, looking down at me, was a girl with a knapsack on her back.
I climbed up the bank.
Mademoiselle, s'il vous plaît, mademoiselle.
Did you hear those shots? Shots? A few minutes ago, right past my ear, almost blew my head off.
Well, you should tell the police or something.
I have to be going.
I have a long way to go.
Wait a minute.
Sorry, I really must go.
No, no, no, wait, wait.
What time is it, please?
Well, not quite quarter to seven.
The way it looks now, we'll have fog at least until noon.
Noon? Noon.
You mean it's a quarter of seven in the morning?
my head hurt i sat up and opened my eyes fog all around thick and close and still i could see trees and a few yards of dirt road my watch was gone and my wallet rolled slugged and rolled and dumped but where i scrambled to my feet and i stood there in the ditch suddenly worried about the time It would be bad to be late going aboard.
As for the ship sailing without me, I stepped onto the road, which way led back to Calais.
Someone was coming.
Hello? Qui est la? Why don't you answer? I can't see.
Oh! down the road, then across a field alongside a brook.
I ran till I thought my lungs would burst.
I stopped to listen, but the blood was pounding so I couldn't be sure I wasn't followed.
I ran some more.
The brook went under a small bridge.
On it, leaning against the stone wall, looking down at me, was a girl with a knapsack on her back.
I climbed up the bank.
Mademoiselle, s'il vous plaît, mademoiselle.
Did you hear those shots? Shots? A few minutes ago, right past my ear, almost blew my head off.
Well, you should tell the police or something.
I have to be going.
I have a long way to go.
Wait a minute.
Sorry, I really must go.
No, no, no, wait, wait.
What time is it, please?
Well, not quite quarter to seven.
The way it looks now, we'll have fog at least until noon.
Noon? Noon.
You mean it's a quarter of seven in the morning?
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