The Prepper Broadcasting Network - The Shadow 003 - The Temple Bells of Neban

Episode Date: February 17, 2026

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Relax. End of your career. I go. We'll make this a large evening, a couple of hours at the club, Caliph. Is that intrigued you? Lovely, but not too late. I have an appointment of 10 in the morning at the women's club. They're trying to get some action on this terrible narcotic situation.

Yes, I read about that. Stuff's being peddled all over town. They've found school children using it. Society, women. Why, it's already caused a half dozen suicides. Yes, I know. It's terrible stuff. Oh, it needs the shadow to get at the bottom of it.

Yes, I know, dear. But for tonight, I do enjoy just being myself, Vermont Cranston, Dillotan. Let's be the shadow only in real emergencies. Yeah. You know, they tell me there's a lovely Indian dancer This new club, Caliph. Indian dancer?

Mm-hmm. You know, there's the place just there. Club Caleb, driver. Yes, sir. Lamont, you are going to do something about it. You've started already. Perhaps. Well, here we are.

All right, driver. There you are. Thank you, sir. Oh, that looked like young Jerry Cleason just going. in. Yes? How's that young man's father? I'd spank him and keep him home occasionally.

Well, son of a wealthy son. Here, let me have your coat. I'll check it with mine. Good evening, Jerry. Oh, hello, Miss Lane. The father and sister well, I haven't seen him lately. Yes, yes. I'm sorry, but I can't wait right now.

I've got to see someone, and it's important. I'm sorry. But Jerry. Hello. My day, young police. I don't know. He seems awfully upset about something. He doesn't look well.

The pale and shaky. You're right, it doesn't. Something curious about that boy. Well, let's go in. May I show you to a table, sir? Take this table by the dance floor, thank you. Oh, there's someone getting up to seek. We seem to dress the time of the main attraction.

Fair, aren't there? Ladies and gentlemen, we take pleasure in presenting the fascinating and beautiful dancer of the Far East, the Dalai Bell Ada. For our first number tonight, she will give you the dance of the cobra. Zaddi Bell Ada. Real thing, too. No, him too.

It's odd, you know. A live cobra. Oh, heaven. You know, the cobra's connected with the old Indian mysticism. The most ancient of magic. See how she quiets the snake. Makes its sway to the motion of her hands. It's a form of mesberism.

We've never improved on that with all our modern psychology. I hope it stands have been removed. Well, they undoubtedly have. So, this is the one they call Sadi Belada. Jerry Gleason with that strange look in his eyes. An epidemic of narcotic smoking. Sadi Belada. Oh, how graceful she is.

She keeps looking over here, Lamont. Yes. He's coming this way. No. souvenir for the beautiful lady, sir. Oh, oh, bracelet, thank you. Vishmirah, Ramana, Rahim, for Lady. Oh, you know the tongue of Mother India, sir.

Only enough to make a small prayer. Only enough for that. Sadi belada. It is good sometimes to know a small prayer. Hmm, just in case of an emergency? Yes. You are very wise? In case you should meet someone who could destroy you, Sart.

I see. Selah. Just what did she mean by that? I don't know exactly. Funny something. She seems to know something about me. I'm trying to recall where I've seen that face. He!

He! He! He! something. Good Lord. He's going up with her. What's the matter of him? It just struck me, Margot.

That boy's face. The color of the skin. You mean drugs? Yes. The poppy of India. Oh, but not Jerry Glees. Oh, that'd be too awful. And our own friend, Claire Glees and his art

who's tried so hard to steer him straight since his mother died, it would just about kill her. Come, Margot. We must do something more. We're going to. I did come here tonight with a vague idea that this Indian dancer might have some connection with a thing.

But her veil, threats on Jerry's interest in her. I'm pretty sure now. What's what he going to do? I think the shadow will pay a call on Sadi Bellada in a dressing room. I think the shadow can strike back. Tommy?

Sadi. Can anyone over hear us here in your dressing room? Oh no. What do you want, Alex? A message from the captain. What then? Tomorrow is the day. The police are getting closer.

We see you tomorrow night. At day. I am not afraid of the police. But there is somebody else I am not sure about. You took care of Jerry Gleason? I gave him his medicine and sent him home. But you bring him tomorrow night? Do not fear, Alexis.

Jerry will be will be with. me when we sail. I have a way to let him know. Good. But the air blows from that window. Close it, Alexis.

Too bad we have to terminate. The grand success of Sadi Bellada and the club, Caliph. Yes. But as the Americans say, business is business, yes.

And we still have a small business with the rich papa of Jerry Gaget. No doubt. The richest part of our business, sweet study. The rich man will pay well. Who laughs? Speak.

I am here in the shadow. Afraid you can't see me. Be who you are. Have you never heard of the shadow? The shadow? So it is you. Have I not so? Somewhere in the past, seen your face and known your name.

I think so. Did you enjoy yourself tonight? I warn you, Sabi Bellada. Leave the Gleason boy alone, the boy to whom you give the evil drug. I have no fear of you, Shadow's side. I hold a greater power. I hold the power of the temple bells of Nibon.

You command the temple bells of Nibon, do you? Yes. Either you lie, or you desecrate a great gift. Put your strength against mine, White Defundi, and you will see how I desecrate that gift. I can cast your little spells aside and make them nothing. I can key you. Kill me.

The shadow, Sadi? Yes. If you dare to come to me again, will you come? Who could refuse such an invitation? Especially when made by so charming a lady as yourself. And be sure you don't mistake my voice, Adi Bellada. Well, what is it, Sergeant? Excuse me, Commissioner.

Old man Gleason is outside and insists he's got to see you. Gleason, you mean Andrew Gleason? Sure, the big Wall Street banker, a friend of the mayor. Shall I let him come in? All this name deficiency were lessened to any good. I want to see you, Commissioner. All right, Mr. Gleason. What the devil is this town coming to?

Well, if you'll tell me what you're getting at... My boy is what I'm getting at. He's lying home there with the worst case of delirium creamings I ever saw. Spent the night sopping up liquor in these rotten hunky-ton. Mr. Gleast. If you think the police department's going around playing wet nurse to all the spoiled kids in this town, is this what you came to see me about, Mr. Dacey? It certainly is.

Well, I happen to have more important things on my mind right now. Then you better get this on your mind. Because if you don't, I'll see to it that there's somebody here who does. And I can do it. Good day, sir. Well, seems like this was a busy day, sir. What with drunken college boys and millionaires? This is another of those, Commissioner Weston speaking.

Why, you... Don't lose your patience, Commissioner. The shadow has information that may help you. Young Jerry Gleason is becoming a drug addict. What? Yes. A victim of this flood of drugs being peddled on our street. It might cost you your job.

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where to buy it section of your classified telephone directory under the name Blue Coal. Here Margo. The building came out of nowhere. Listen, three soft notes will strike, and then a spell will be broken. We're listening to weird temple bells? Where did they come from? How did you do it? Not too difficult, my dear.

But as we've learned its secret, its secret based on the phenomenon of telepathy combined with the old science of the yoga, the same magic which gives voice to a shadow. It's a very awe-inspiring demonstration. There should be someone who could command the temple bells of Neban, the shadow would cease to be.

be a shadow. You mean they could see? Yes. At the last stroke of the bell, I would be only what I am. Lamont Cranston, my magic invisibility, so to speak, dispelled by this greater power.

And you think there is someone with this power? I'm not sure. Years ago, in India, A yogi priest Keeper of the temple of the cobras at Delhi taught me the ancient mysteries He taught me the misniric trick But the underworld calls

Invisibility There was a small girl His niece Who used to sit and listen Staring up at us with her round, dark eyes She was very clever clever I've often wondered

what they came for but the cobras you know the Indians out there at the club camp I'm not sure Margot I'm not sure Oh but this worries me Lamont Aren't you going into danger's too big for you Don't worry about me Margot

Worry about the boy And all other Poor miserable wretches That toil to this awful drug traffic Is young decent safe Yes his father made him go to bed They thought he'd been drinking too much. Well, I guess it's time I got busy.

Have you found out anything else? One or two things. In Sade de Berada's dressing room, I found a note signed by Captain Mullen of the freighter Alboric Castle. I think there's some connection there. I'm going to find out. First, though, I'm going to the zoo. The zoo?

Yes. Yes, I want to borrow a decorative little reptile from my friend, the curator. It's usually very blinding. Open that door. Hanging from the door now. A snake. Don't touch it.

All right. It's a dead one. There's a note with it. So, she's not bluffing. She does know who I am. Oh, Lamar, I'm fighting for you. What does it say? It says,

Dead cobras are better plaything than live ones. Was I mistaken? Then he saw the bell out there. Oh, La Mano... Margo? It's a challenge. But the bells! The bells of Nibon!

Oh, I'm afraid the shadow this time will get beyond his game. We shall see, Margo. We shall see who is stronger. Sadie and the bells of Nibon. The shadow. They think they can keep me a prisoner in my own house. Putting me to bed as if I was some half-grown kid. We met him.

The Alboras. But they've locked me in. Go through the window. Yes, Sadi. The window. The borders. He has escaped from his foot into the waterfront. And I know where he's going.

Get word to Commissioner Weston. Time is short. I accept Sadi's chalof-fator Al-Borikast. which lies in the harbor just off Bay Ridge Shore, ready to sail. Hurry, Margo. depressing here in this cabin, said Ebel. Elyt.

Why do you tremble so, unless? I wish we were far at sea and our way to Rio. Oh, be patient. There are some notes that delivered to Papagis? Yes. What was that? There is nothing. It's you, Captain.

Her. We are leaving, Captain? Yes, we're getting on the way now. We've got the boy stowed safely below, below decks. And the rest of their medicine? We got rid of that. What was left of it? A nice clean-up for all hands, not counting this Gleason job.

That'll nest us another hundred thousand or nothing. Well, we're fixed whichever way the dice row. And after that, we live like kings without a care, yes? Not even a conscience. to bother you. What? Savvy. He has come.

I was afraid. Who said that? I did, Captain. Oh, you're the one with your trick, ghost-talk and magic, eh? I'll make a shadow out of you soon enough. Not that way, Captain. No?

Yeah, lock that door next. It is not Captain Malin, but the porthold. No one can get through those. Not even a shadow. Save your laugh, whoever you are. We've got you. You're in this cabin somewhere. and this ship is outward bound.

Laugh battle! I think you may have made three mistakes, Captain. One too many. Yes? Yes, Captain. But I do not make mistakes, Dad. That remains to be seen. Sadde, Bellada.

Then you will see. And me the wicker basket, Alex. Hey, what are you going to do? Here, Sadi. I call the temple bells of Nibon, Captain. The shadow has the power to blind your eyes, a trick he learned in India from a yogi who was my uncle. But I have a better trick. When the last bell sounds while the sacred cobra dances, you will see the shadow only as a man.

Be ready to shoot, Captain. I'm ready. And now my cobra to dance with the sun. The bells of nibah. I wouldn't open that basket if I were used, Sadi Bellada. You watch my pretty cobra, Sard. He may find you even before the captain's bullet. You would die just as quickly.

Dead cobras are better play things than live ones. Vishmallahi Ramani Raheim. Make your small prayer, Sazd. And now, my pretty one, begin to dance. Be careful, Saudi Bill. The cobra moves toward you. My own pretty cobra. You know it's me.

The empty bells shadow. The temple bells of Niband. When they light strikes, we shall see our prisoners. And I am waiting for that minute. But, Sadi, the cobra! Look out! He's going to strike! Eleus!

Kill it! Sopi! The shadow warned you, Sadi Bellada. You take credit for this, too, do you? No. Sade should have known it was not her cobra in the wicker basket. Dead.

He's Captain Mali, you two not... But the bracelet on both of them, Sergeant. Right. Dope smugglers, kidnappers? and from the looks murderers. This time the police were too smart for you.

Oh, decidedly. Huh? Who's that? Thanks for coming, Commissioner. Very helpful. The story you have just heard is copyrighted by the Shadow magazine. The characters in this story

are entirely fictitious. Any similarity that persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The weed of crime. bears bitter fruit Crime does not pay The shadow knows

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