How did I get here? How long have we been marching? The ground is firm, like midwinter on half of my steps; the other half my boot sinks into marshy grass, though it hasn’t rained in days. Mud created from the still-warm blood of fallen soldiers? I can’t think about it, I keep moving, ever northward.
“THE GRAY GHOST AND THE MYSTERY OF THE DAME WITH NO NAME”
ORIGINAL AIR DATE THURSDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1932
WRITTEN BY DAVID HEALER & WALT SEYMOUR
The Very Edge of Sherwood Forest, Nottingham, England 1322
(Oak Point Park, Midway City, Michigan, 1922)
The Sheriff of Nottingham was right behind him.
“I’m right behind you, scoundrel!”
And he would stop at nothing to make his arrest.
“I’ll stop at nothing to make my arrest, you fiendish outlaw!”
And so it was that the outlaw was running for his life.
November 29, 1917
October 4, 1917
Dear Mrs Martha, and Messrs. Thomas and Bruce,
This is Hell.
Labor Day (September 5), 1927
“Louisa, give me a name or I can’t help you!”
Occasionally, Mario Falcone heard his father and mother argue, but what made this scary, was how rare it was to hear his father – who people called “Little Caesar” – raise his voice.
“What would you have me do? Be excommunicated for murder?” Mario didn’t know what “excommunicated” meant, but his mother’s tone and his father’s shouting indicated that whatever it was was not good.
Elias Clayton liked to be up before the sun to help prepare breakfast and coffee. He’d been working for Martha Kent for almost a full week and had always managed to be in the kitchen before she was up. He enjoyed the conversations with the older widow, and Martha seemed to enjoy them in kind (she would tell the women in her Bible study group that “Elias radiated warmth and had a very kind smile…for a colored boy.”).
On this particular morning, when Elias came down the stairs from washing up, he was surprised to see a tall and broad-shouldered man at the stove, frying sausage and eggs in the cast iron skillet. He wore a loose-fitting tee shirt and a pair of grey jersey pants, and turned to meet Elias’s eyes with a warm grin.
Martha Wayne (née Martha Kane) was an heiress to the Kane Chemical family fortune. In her early years, she may have been described as a debutante, or, more charitably, as a socialite, but her sense of social justice became galvanized in college, where she helped organize a student government on campus at The Gotham Ladies Academy for Distinction.