Alfred Hitchcock presents: 13 more stories they wouldn't let me do on TV [antikvár]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, this is Alfred Hitchcock speaking. Being what is probably one of the most obtrusive producers on television has spoiled me. I cannot conceive of giving people stories without adding my own comments. The publishers of this book, being far wiser than my television sponsors, have limited my interference to this short preface. First of all I should make it absolutely clear to you that these stories will not be interspersed with long-playing commercials. You may enjoy them while facing in any direction in any room in the house. Or outside, if you like. Furthermore, you may read them at any time, and if you take longer than half an hour for one of them you will not be penalized. Of course, this information is for those of you with poor memories and good television sets who may have forgotten some of the freedom allowed a reader. An anthology of stories, like a souffle, reflects the taste of the person who selects and mixes the ingredients. It matters a great deal, for example, whether onions or garlic are used and when the arsenic is added. I doubt that you will find much garlic or onions in this volume, hut I am certain that you will find more than a little arsenic. I only hope that, like me, you have developed a taste for it. This particular selection of tales is primarily aimed at those of you who find television fare too bland. You may not care for some of these stories because you think them