The Gorilla, by Ralph Spence, depends chiefly on the scenery. Trapdoors revolve and clatter, arms protrude from solid stone, panels slide and lights go black and green. While their surroundings are thus behaving queerly, the company unfolds a tale of horrid humors. It seems that the Gorilla was a monstrous criminal who advertised his criming and then fulfilled his promises. Murders and whatnot were his pastime. On this particular evening, he operates in the livingroom, the garage and the cellar of the Stevens mansion. A detailed report of the activity would sound...
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