Toying With Fate; or Nick Carter's Narrow Shave, Pt 7

In this riveting podcast episode, our intrepid detective, Nick Carter, assumes the guise of Brockey Gann in order to carry out a daring plan to get to the bottom of a puzzling case. Using his wits and cunning, Nick succeeds in manipulating a cabman into revealing information that could be crucial to solving the case. But as he delves deeper into the mystery, Nick discovers disturbing connections between the suspects and the evidence that suggest all is not as it seems. With every twist and turn, the plot thickens and the tension mounts, as Nick races against time to find the truth.

As Nick narrows in on the killer's identity, he uncovers a web of deceit and betrayal that threatens to unravel the case. But with his sharp mind and unrelenting determination, Nick perseveres and ultimately cracks the case. Through a series of clever deductions and daring maneuvers, Nick exposes the killer's motive and forces him to confess to the crime.

Filled with suspense, intrigue, and unexpected twists, this podcast episode is not to be missed. Join Nick Carter on his quest for justice and discover the dark secrets that lay hidden in the shadows.

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Transcript

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Hi friends and welcome to another episode of forward into the past. I'm J. C. Rede, your host and narrator. And today we're finishing off the latest installment of the 1903, Nick Carter mystery toying with fate or Nick Carter's narrow shave. Nick Carter is a fictional private detective who was first introduced in the 1886 dime novel, the old detectives pupil or the mysterious crime of Madison square penned by John Russell. Correale. Over the years, the character has evolved and adapted to suit the tastes of different generations. During his early years, nick Carter was portrayed as a cerebral detective solving crimes. using his sharp intellect and powers of observation. In the later series, the character developed a more physical and action oriented persona. Keeping up with the changing preferences of readers. The Nick Carter mysteries were popularized and sustained by the phenomenon of dime novels. These were inexpensive mass produced and often sensational pieces of fiction that cater to a wide audience typically circulated in the United States in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Dime novels were usually sold for about a dime, hence the name and featured lurid stories of adventure, romance, and mystery. They were easily accessible and allowed people from all walks of life to indulge in the pleasures of reading. This accessibility and affordability played a pivotal role in popularizing the genre and character of Nick Carter. There are several factors that contributed to the lasting popularity of Nick Carter and dime novels. One of the primary reasons was the characters, relatable humanity and the emotional depth of his stories. Despite his extraordinary skills. Nick Carter was portrayed as a character with flaws, vulnerabilities and moral dilemmas. This made it easier for readers to identify with him and become immersed in the stories. Moreover the gripping plots, intriguing mysteries and intelligent narrative devices employed by the authors of the series, kept readers glued to the pages. The stories were filled with twists and turns, taking readers through the intricate webs of crime and deception that Nick Carter had to untangle. The thrilling adventures and the aura of suspense in danger made these dime novels a perfect escape for readers seeking excitement and escapism. The Nick Carter mysteries have left an indelible mark on popular culture. They have been adapted into films, radio dramas, comic books, and even television series further solidifying the detective status as a cultural icon. The popularity of the series inspired the creation of other famous detectives and characters, such as Sherlock Holmes, the shadow Hardy boys and Batman, which continue to entertain and inspire generations of readers. In conclusion the Nick Carter mysteries with their colorful characters, riveting plots and dime novel origins have played a significant role in shaping the detective fiction genre. They also helped create a reading culture through their affordable and accessible format. So the next time you're in the mood for a thrilling detective adventure. Grab one of these classic dime novels and immerse yourself in the fascinating world of Nick Carter. Or just sit back and enjoy listening to this podcast. As we enter the last episode of toying with fate or Nick, Carter's narrow shave.

Narrator: 4:25

Chapter 13 blackmail. The cabman did not allow the grass to grow under his feet. It did not take him long to reach the studio building. Oh, he's a rascal. Carter commented as he tracked the cabman. I can make use of him. The detective was amused. That he had formulated some shrewd move was quite certain, from the manner in which he was acting. The cab man entered the studio building. Carter was close behind him. Not for an instant that the man suspect that he was the person who had given Rich's name and address to him. Does Mr. Rich live here? The cabin asked of the elevator boy. Carter was now standing in the elevator, and he heard what was said. Mr. Rich lives on the top floor. The boy replied to the cab man. Is he in. The cabman inquired, getting into the elevator. Well, you can go up and see. All right. When the top floor was reached, the elevator boy pointed out Rich's room. The cabman hurried up and knocked on the door. Carter walked leisurely down the hall. He halted halfway down and looked out of the window. He stood in such a position that he was able to see the cabbie. Three times the driver pounded on the door without receiving a response. The fourth time he knocked as if he were going to break in a panel. Someone opened the door. Carter could not see who it was from where he was standing, but he heard the cabman exclaim. I want to see Mr. Simeon rich. He isn't in a female voice replied. Carter did not recognize it, but he surmised that it belonged to either Sally rich or Isabella Porter. I want to see him miss, the cabbie insolently replied. If he isn't in I'll wait until he comes. Who are you? The woman within the room asked. It doesn't matter who I am. It doesn't eh? well, I guess it does. Is rich in there. If he is tell him that the cab man who drove him about town on the day before new years wants to see him.

Simeon Rich: 6:23

Let him come in.

Narrator: 6:24

A man's voice called out from the interior of the room. The Coachman pushed by the woman and entered the apartment. Instantly the door was closed. Carter hurried up to the door. A transom was above it. It was halfway open. Reaching up. Carter caught hold of the edge of the sill under the transom and pulled himself up until he was able to peer into the room. He beheld rich and Darwin seated on divans at the side and two women lolling back in steamer chairs. The cab man was standing in the center of the apartment gazing boldly at rich. What do you want? Rich demanded in a stern tone as he glared at the cabbie. Do you want me to talk out before these people? The cabbie asked, looking around the room at those present and waving his hand toward them. I have no secrets from them. You haven't, eh? No. Then you must all be in the same boat. Oh, this is a rich graft. What do you mean? Rich uttered an oath and sprang up. He realized that the cabbie knew something. He was enough of a student of human nature to read the man's intentions in the expression of his face. The cabman did not flinch. I guess you'll come to time. Mr. Rich, he insolently remarked with a sneer. Rich stood within a few feet of him. He raised his arm, above his head as if he intended to strike the man, but thinking better of it. He allowed it to drop to his side again, and he muttered an oath. Cabbie was no fool. He knew what was in Rich's mind. If you had tried to strike me, then I'd have floored you. He growled. And it is well for you that you did not try it on. Rich made no reply. He only glared at the cabbie in silence. His face was as dark as night Carter hung onto the sill. He had viewed the scene through the transom and he had heard every word that had been uttered. His arms were aching. He was forced to let go his hold. Without making a noise. He dropped to the floor. Now he stood outside the door and listened. At last he heard rich exclaim.

Simeon Rich: 8:30

Speak out sir, and tell me how you learned my name and address.

Narrator: 8:34

I'm not giving my friends away. The cabbie replied. What d'you want. Money. Money. Yes. What for. To keep my tongue from wagging. Aye. You understand me, Mr. Rich. The man whom you track from the grand central on the day before new years was the man who was murdered at the red dragon in. Carter had raised himself up again so that he was peering through the transom when the cab man uttered these words. Rich did not start. He displayed not the least sign of fear. He glanced at the man with a sinister expression upon his darkly handsome face. I am aware of that. He replied in cold, harsh tones. You are a good bluffer, rich, the cabbie remarked, and he smiled. It was as good as looking at a play to watch these two men. Both now had their tempers under command. You call ME a bluffer rich retorted. I do. The cabbie rejoined. I am not afraid of you. I will go to the police and inform them that you tracked Lawrence on the day before new years. And you hired one of the worst thugs in the city to keep on his trail. Carter would reward me liberally for this information. You are a scoundrely blackmailer. I acknowledge the corn. I've got you in a corner and you will have to pay not 1 cent will I give you! Think twice Mr. Rich. Be careful Sim. It was one of the women who spoke. She had come up to Rich's side and laid her hand gently upon his arm. The man glanced at her and said, I know what I am about Sally. Carter knew from this, that the woman was Rich's sister. The other woman he surmised was Isabella Porter. A broad grin spread over the cabbies face. Yes. Be careful Mr. Rich, he sneered. He was becoming more insolent. The longer he waited. Rich wheeled around his large black eyes were flashing. His face was aflame with passion. You be careful. He hissed between his clenched white teeth and he drew his arm back. Sally threw herself between her brother and the cab man. SIM she ejaculated, calm yourself. Yes. Calm yourself. my Covey. Cabbie repeated with a chuckle. Rich bit the ends of his mustache and glared. He was making a desperate effort to keep calm. A silence followed. Cabbie kept his eyes on rich. When he saw that Simeon was not going to speak, he said, Let us get down to business. Rich. There is no use of trying to bluff me. I am too old a bird to stand any kind of a jolly. I can read your character and you ought to be able to read mine. If I should go to the police with the information which I possess, you know, they would come down on you heavily. Wait one moment. Let me finish. I have no desire to injure you if you treat me halfway, decently. Times have been very bad with me lately and I need money. I feel convinced that you and your friends have gained by the death of old Lawrence. In today's paper was published on account of the Lawrence will case. And it was suggested that a search be made for you and the wife and daughter of the murdered man. The police do not know where you are. They have no evidence against you. But I can furnish that evidence. Now, how much is it worth you for me to keep silent? The cabbie spoke calmly and deliberately. Rich followed him closely. He frowned and his fingers work nervously as if he were desiring to spring upon the man and strangle him. He did not reply for some moments. He looked around at Darwin and the women. What shall I do was in his eyes. Pay! Darwin said alarmed. Rich turned his eyes on the cabman. How much do you want?$1,000 Cabbie coolly replied without changing an expression. Absurd. No, it is not. It is. To keep me quiet.$1,000 is a small sum. How do I know if I do pay you the sum that you will not give me away anyhow. I never go back on my word. Um, I will give you 500. Not a cent less than a thousand. I can't give you any such sum as that today. I won't be hard on you. Thank you. You don't mean that. I'll take part on account. I'll give you 100. Make it three. I can't. I tell you. All right, I'll take the century. Here it is. Now. When will you pay the balance? Tomorrow. Shall I call here. No, I will send the money to you. At my stand. Yes. What time. Noon. Very well. It will be on hand. See that it is. What is your name? Pete McCree. And what is the number of your cab Number 147. The cabbie started toward the door. Before he turned around, Carter dropped. He ran toward the elevator, which he reached before the door of the room was opened. While standing with his back turned. He changed his disguise. Then he got into the elevator. As soon as the detective reached the street, he halted near the entrance. When McCurry came out, he walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. Hello. McCree ejaculated. I'm on hand. Carter remarked. So I see. How much did you get? Not much. How much. 100 bones. Why didn't you make them pay more? He couldn't produce today, but he will do so tomorrow. I get half. Certainly. And you are square. I'll get this note changed. I'll change it. Have you got 50? Yes. Alright. Here's the century. Carter took the bill and handed the cabbie back$50. Now, let me give you a piece of advice. He said. What is it? McCree asked. Keep out of risky places tonight and be on your guard. Why? You are dealing with a desperate man. I am aware of that part. Rich may employ someone to try and put you out of the way. Oh, you should have seen how he acted. I can imagine what he said. I'd like to know what kind of game he and those others are playing. Yeah. So would I. I got to get back to the stand. I'll see you tomorrow. Carter shook hands with the rascally cabman and they separated. The detective hastened away. Half an hour later, he was ushered into the presence of the cashier of the safe deposit company. Have you discovered a clue? The cashier asked. I'll reply to that question as soon as you have answered a few queries, which I am going to put you, the detective said. What is it? You said that you gave Mr. Lawrence new bills. Yes, I did. Do you remember the numbers? No, but I can tell you in a moment. The cashier, walked over to a desk, picked up a slip of paper. Referred to it and said, they were from 1 7 7 8 6 5 B to 1 7 7 8 7 0. B. Ah-ha! Keno. Carter shouted. He held in his hand, the note which rich had given to the cabman. He was looking at it when the cashier read the numbers. What is the matter? The cashier asked. Do you see this bill? Carter said, as he held out the bill for the cashier to inspect. Gracious captain. That note is numbered 1 7 7 8 6 9 B. That is one of the bills which I gave to Mr. Lawrence. Will you swear to that? I will. That is one of the bills. Thank you. The two men were silent. Chapter 14. Uh, tightening the coils. The cashier of the safe deposit company kept gazing in silence at Carter with open mouth astonishment. Nick's countenance was illumined with an expression of triumph. He held in his hand, damaging evidence against Simeon rich. If rich were innocent of the murder, how was it that he had in his possession? One of the bills, which the cashier of the safe deposit company had paid to the man who had been so cruelly murdered at the red dragon in. This is a valuable clue. The detective said when the silence was becoming oppressive. How did that bill come into your possession? The cashier asked. I think you can keep a secret. I can. Then I will tell you. Then Carter gave the cashier a short account of the evidence, which he had collected. When the detective finished the cashier remarked. Captain you are gradually weaving the coils around Simeon rich. Yes, Carter replied. I am weaving coils around him, but I have no positive evidence that he committed the crime. That note. No, not positive. If he has others of the series in his possession, then the coil will be stronger around him. Hmm. I understand. What move will you make next? Mm, I cannot determine just now. Carter was elated over the discovery. After leaving the cashier's office, he went direct to the house on fourth street. Here, he found that Brockie was still a prisoner. His young assistant was on guard. Brockie said the detective as he stood in front of the prisoner. Have you spent all that money that Darwin gave you? What's that to you. Brockey snarled being in an ugly mood and no wonder who could blame him. Brockie was by no means a stoic or philosopher. His was a nature which would brood on troubles. There was bitter hatred and malice in every flash of his eye. No love there. No appreciation of the detective's ability. Carter gazed down into that dark countenance. He read the man's thoughts. If you have any of that money left Carter replied in a serious tone. Some of it may be bills which were stolen from the murdered man. I have the numbers of those bills in my possession. Instantly the expression on Brockey's face changed. A look of terror came over it. It had not occurred to him before that the money might've belonged to the man who was killed at the red dragon in. Do you understand? Carter asked at length when Brockie made no reply. I understand. The rascal said with a gasp. If you should have one of those bills on you, and if it should be identified as belonging to Lawrence. Then, if I were so inclined. I could fix the murder on you. You would not do that. No, I would not. I have some of the money. Is it in your pocket? Yes. Carter put his hand into Brockey's trousers pocket and pulled out a small roll of bills. He ran the money over and found one of the series. This is one. He remarked holding the bill up for broccoli to inspect. My God. The rascal ejaculated. You will have to tell now in court, how this came into your possession. I'll tell quick enough. I guess you will. Let me look at that number. See? I do. The rest of the money the detective gave to Brockie. The bill he marked and put away in his pocket book with the others. The evidence against rich was stronger, but still more evidence was needed before a case could be proven. Carter left the house. Slowly, he walked through to Broadway. And when he reached that thoroughfare, he halted on the corner and reviewed the events of the past few days. He was forced to acknowledge in spite of himself that the evidence against simeon rich was strong. But still he was not satisfied. Dora Ferris's testimony and that of Lena Peters would be damaging. The testimony of the cashier, the cabman and Brockie would be sensational. And the note which he had found in Darwin's room indoors flat would tighten the coil. But it was not enough. Every link in the chain of evidence must be complete. Carter muttered. What move ought he to make. Should he close in on rich and his pals and take the chance of discovering the needed evidence against them. Um, no, I won't do that. The detective muttered as this question flashed through his mind. He turned and winded his way uptown. It was seven o'clock when he halted in front of the studio building. Some force seem to impel him to enter. He did not go near the elevator, but he walked upstairs to the top floor. He strolled along the hall and stopped in front of the door of Rich's room. No light shown through the transom. Were the conspirators out? Carter knocked. No one came to the door. They must have gone out. He muttered. At the same time he pulled a skeleton key out of his pocket and inserted it into the lock of the door. Two quick turns of the key and the bolt of the lock slipped back. Carter entered the room and struck a match. As the flame flickered up and after he looked around, he uttered an exclamation of surprise. Around him where all the evidences of hasty flight. The birds had flown. Carter lit the gas. Then he was able to make an inspection. A look of chagrin rested upon his face, has his eyes wandered around the room. The furniture belonging to the room of the building was not disturb. The floor was strewn with rubbish. After the detective recovered from his surprise, he commenced to make a search of the apartment. He rooted among the scraps of paper on the floor, in the hope that he would find something of value. He made no discovery. Every bureau drawer was gone through. Nothing. At last Carter made a search of the two closets. Result. Nothing. He stood in the center of the room, thinking. His eyes wandered around. Was there any evidence in that room? He asked the question over and over again. He was confident that his search had been most thorough. But had it been. Was there not someplace about that room, which contained evidence. And which had escaped the Eagle eyes of the visitor. Carter suddenly started. The fireplace! He ejaculated and he sprang forward. At that moment, his eyes had fallen on some soot, which covered the carpet in front of the fireplace. What did this indicate? He had not examined the fireplace. Down upon his knees. He fell in front of the grate. Up into the chimney, he thrust his hand and arm. The next instant, he pulled out a large bundle. A cloud of soot fell down and the detective was covered with it. He paid no attention to it. All of his thoughts were on that bundle, which he carried over to the center of the room. Slowly he unwound the wrapper. Then a long Ulster was discovered. Carter shook out the folds. A black slouch hat and a false beard fell to the floor. Was it any wonder that the detectives hands shook as he gazed upon and held this evidence? He examined the Ulster. Down the front were a number of dark stains. Upon the right sleeve was a dark splash as large as a man's hand. Blood. Carter ejaculated as he inspected these stains. He looked inside the Ulster at the stamp on the strap. Made by Delaney. He read. This was made to order. He muttered. But for whom. That was the question. I'll find out he ejaculated after a moment's thought. Down into the pockets of this Ulster his hand was shoved. One after the other was turned inside out, not a scrap of paper he could find. All the outside pockets had been gone through. Then Carter turned his attention to those inside. Blast! Nothing. He muttered. It was disappointing. But the detective was not downcast. He picked up the slouch hat and the beard and examined them. Inside the beard was stamped the word Dazian. That's the name of the costumer. Carter muttered as he read the name. There were no marks inside the hat. The lining had been torn out. The Ulster and the hat, the detective tied up into a bundle and the false beard he put into his pocket. For a few minutes longer, he remained in the room searching, but he made no further discovery. Taking the evidence under his arm, he left the apartment. It was an important discovery. He felt sure that he had in his possession, the Ulster worn by the murderer when he committed the crime. In going down the elevator, the detective questioned the boy in charge. The boy said that rich and Darwin had moved out just at dusk and they did not say where they were going. Carter stopped at the office and the clerk was not able to give him any information. When he left the studio building, he was perfectly calm. He did not seem to be disturbed about the sudden departure of the men. The thought that they might have left the city did not enter his mind. Carter crossed Broadway to the little park in front of the bank building. Here he moved about among the cabmen making inquiries. All claimed that they had not taken any fares from the studio building. From Greeley square, the detective walked across to the opposite corner where a solitary express wagon was standing. The man in charge was partly intoxicated. Did you cart anything from the studio building this evening? Carter asked as he came up to the man. You may bet I did the man blurted out in thick tones. I made a good stake. They were nice men. You may bet they were. And where did you leave the things? In a flat. At number 241 west 36th street. Under what name? Lawrence. Are you sure that was the name? Of course I am. The tall fellow wrote it down on a slip of paper for me. Was he at the flat to receive the things. No. The two ladies were though. Only the two ladies. That was all. Carter did not go direct to the address on west 36th street after he left the expressman. He hurried down to union square and entered Dazians musty smelling establishment. To the clerk in charge he showed the false beard. We made that the clerk said after he examined the disguise. Do you remember selling a beard like that lately? The detective asked. I remember selling this. You do. Yes. When did you sell it? The morning of the day before new years. To whom did you sell it? A tall man. Did you sell him anything else? Yes. What. A Moorish dagger. Anything else? No. Did he give you his name? No. He paid for the things and he took them away with him. What kind of coat had he on? An Ulster. And what kind of hat. An old slouch. Is this the color of the Ulster. Carter untied the bundle while he was talking. And now he displayed the Ulster in front of the clerk. It was that color. The young man ejaculated. And that is the slouch hat. I remember noticing that the rim was slightly torn. Would you be able to identify that man. I would. Was he alone? Yes. The detective next went to the tailoring establishment conducted by Delaney. He showed the Ulster to the manager. We made that garment six years ago, the manager said after he inspected the coat. Can you tell for whom Carter asked. If you can tell me, I shall be greatly obliged. I can. Do you notice this number in indelible ink on the pocket flap? Well, that is the number of the order. I will refer to our books. He walked back into the office and examined a large ledger. In a few moments, he returned to Carter and said, That coat was made for a gentleman named Simeon rich. Thank you. Carter rejoined and then he departed. The coils around rich were tightening, but the detective had not found that weapon with which the crime had been committed. Perhaps the murderer had thrown it away. That was likely. That the weapon was a Moorish dagger and the one purchased at Dazian's the detective was convinced. On a mere whim. Nick took all of his evidence down to the police headquarters and made a report to the chief inspector. When he was through the chief said, I will send out men to fetch in all the witnesses. We will assemble them here in this room. And then if we corral the conspirators, we will bring them in mark my word. We will get a confession from one of them. I'll make a list out of the witnesses. Call them off and I'll write them down. The bartender at the red dragon inn. Dr. Thompson. Peter Wright. Brockie Gann. Lena Peters. Lem Samson. Dora Ferris. Dazian's clerk. The cashier of the safe deposit company. Delaney's manager. And the cabman number 147. I'll send out men for them. Very well. What are you going to do? I'm going to close in on Rich. Do you need assistance? Give me two men. The chief inspector called in two men and they went out with Carter. They entered a taxi cab and were driven to the address given to the detective by the express man. The name of Lawrence was on the letter box, belonging to the first flat. Carter entered the hall with his men. One of them. He sent back to guard the back door of the flat and prevent escape by that exit. Then he knocked on the front door, which was opened by a tall comely gray haired woman. Within he heard voices. What you want, the woman asked as Carter and his aide shoved past her. The detective made no reply. He and his companion darted into the parlor. Rich and Darwin and three women were there. All sprang to their feet. The women screamed. Carter covered the men with his revolver and exclaimed. Rich. There is no chance for you to escape. The house is surrounded by my men. You may as well submit quietly. What does this intrusion mean? Rich demanded. It means that I arrest you for the murder of Alfred Lawrence and these others. Looking around the room at the others and pausing for a moment. I arrest them as your accomplices. In a short time, the two men were manacled. They offered no resistance because they saw it would be of no avail. The two detectives guarded the prisoners while Carter made a search of the flat. In a trunk belonging to rich, he found a Moorish dagger, the blade and hilt of which were stained with blood. He also found an old pocket book with papers belonging to the murdered man in it. On this, were marks of bloody fingers. The woman who admitted Carter was the wife of the murdered man. And the third woman in the parlor was Laurence's daughter. She was a beautiful young woman, but at a glance, the detective saw that she had been leading a life of dissipation. The prisoners were taken to police headquarters. When rich was led into the chief inspector's office and he beheld the witnesses congregated there, all his bravado fled.

Simeon Rich: 32:06

The game is up.

Narrator: 32:08

He ejaculated and he sank into a chair. His handsome face, the color of death.

Simeon Rich: 32:13

You cornered me Mr. Carter. I killed Lawrence. There's no use for me to deny anything. When I learned that he was about to be released from Sing Sing I made up my mind to kill him. I feared him. And so did his wife. I knew there was evidence in existence to prove that we had conspired against him. I suppose you have received statements from all these people, and there is no use for me to make a long confession. All I'll say will be. That I tracked Lawrence to the red dragon in and when the bartender's back was turned, I slipped upstairs and hid in the parlor. Then I waited until the house was quiet. When I stole up to Lawrence's room and killed him. I escaped through the window and then down the letter to the backyard. I solemnly swear that Mrs. Lawrence and her daughter had nothing to do with the crime.

Narrator: 33:06

The mystery of the red dragon Inn was solved at last. And when the newspapers publish the facts in regard to the work done by Carter, a sensation was created. Nick had little time to bask in the glow of journalistic applause, even had he cared to do so. He was soon plunged in the case to which his assistants had been paving his way by their investigations. The end.

33:31

Well friends that concludes another exciting story from the files of Nick Carter. I once again, thank you for joining me on this amazing journey of tales from the past. And it is my privilege to inform you that with this episode, I have now been sharing stories for one full year. And it has been an amazing year. I appreciate anyone who has been following me for the year, whether it was from the very beginning, or if you just recently discovered the show. Either way. It means a lot to me. Hey, if you haven't already done. So may I ask you to please consider becoming a regular patron of the show by becoming a monthly supporter at our, buy me a coffee page. It's the same idea as Patrion, but with better options for you and for me as a creator. I strongly urge you to visit the page. And if you are so inclined, feel free to buy me a coffee or to. There's a link on the main podcastPage@forwardintothepastpodcast.com. Or you can click the link on any major podcast platform. Okay. I've rambled long enough. As always friends. Thanks for listening. Keep sharing the stories and be a good human. Bye for now.