Audiobook--suspense

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Description

Produced by Deyan Audio in LA for (Website hidden) , a sample from Margaret Millar's \"Beast in View\"

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Teen (13-17)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Mid-Atlantic)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the voice was quiet, smiling. Is that Miss Clark? Go? Yes. You know who this is? No, A friend. I have a great many friends. Misc larva lied in the mirror above the telephone stand. She saw her mouth repeating the lie enjoying it, and she saw her head nod in quick affirmation. This lie is true. Yes, this is a very true lie. Only her eyes refused to be convinced. Embarrassed, they blinked and glanced away. We haven't seen each other for a long time, the girl's voice said. But I've kept track of you this way in that I have a crystal ball. I vague your pardon, a crystal ball that you look into the future with. I've got one. All my old friends pop up in it. Once in a while Tonight, it was you, me, Alan Carbo turned back to the mirror. It was round like a crystal ball, and her face popped up in it. An old friend, familiar but unloved, the mouth in and tight, as if there were nothing but a ridge of bone under the skin, the light brown hair clipped short like a man's revealing ears that always had a tinge of move as if they were forever cold. The lashes and brows so pale that the eyes themselves look naked and afraid. An old friend in a crystal ball, she said carefully. Who is this? Please, Evelyn? Remember Evelyn Merrick? Oh, yes. You remember now? Yes. It was another lie. Easier than the first. The name meant nothing to her. It was only a sound. And she could not separate or identify it any more than she could separate the noise of one car from another. In the roar of traffic from the boulevard, three floors down. They all sounded alike. Ford's in Austin's and Cadillacs and Evelyn Merrick. You still there, Miss Clavo? Yes. I heard your old man died. Yes, I heard. He left you a lot of money. That's my business. Money is a great responsibility. I might be able to help you. Thank you. I don't require any help. You may. Soon. Then I shall deal with the problem myself. Without the help from any stranger. Stranger. There was a rasp of annoyance in the repetition. You said you remembered me. I was merely trying to be polite, polite, always the lady a Clavo or pretending to be? Well, one of these days you'll remember me with a bang. One of these days I'll be famous. My body will be in every art museum in the country. Everyone will get a chance to admire me. Does that make you jealous, Globo? I think you're mad. Mad? Oh, no. I'm not the one who is mad. It's you, Claro. You're the one who can't remember. And I know why you can't remember because you're jealous of me. You're so jealous. You've blacked me out. That's not true. Miss Clara Bow said shrilly I don't know you. I've never heard of you. You're making a mistake. I don't make mistakes. What you need, Clavo, is a crystal ball. So you could remember your old friends. Maybe I should send you mine. Then you could see yourself in it too. Would you like that? Or would you be afraid? You've always been such a coward. My crystal ball might scare you out of your poor little wits. I have it right here with me. Shall I tell you what I see? No. Stop this. I see you call Arvo. No, Your face is right in front of me. Real bright and clear, but there's something wrong with it. Ah ha! I see. Now you've been in an accident. You are mutilated. Your forehead has slashed. Open your mouth is bleeding blood blood all over? Blood all over. Miss Clara Bow's arm reached out and swept the telephone off the stand. It lay on its side on the floor, unbroken purring.