A short story by J. Jefferson Farjeon read by Philip Cunningham
(First broadcast in the National programme on July 4)
'The voice of your telephone bell at 2 a.m. is entirely different from its voice at 2 p.m. It lacks the familiar note of security. It intrudes on comfort, introducing a disturbing sense of the unknown--of illness, accident, or worse ....
' I jumped out of bed..... I was alone in the house..... The telephone was in the passage. I seized the receiver .... In a hoarse whisper came the words : " Quick! For God's sake! Five, Endale Crescent ".'