469: Episode 469 - "Collector's Curse" - Chilling Tales for Dark Nights

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Professor Devi Sridhar 0:00
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Greg Jenner 0:28
It's time to turn off the lights and turn on the dark.
Unknown 0:48
Chilling tales for dark nights.
Steve Taylor 1:18
Hello, listeners, and welcome to another episode of Chilling Tales for Dark Nights. I'm your host, Steve Taylor, and tonight we're stepping into a world where history isn't preserved, it's imprisoned. Collectors often devote their lives to preserving the past. Rare books, forgotten paintings, ancient relics, lost films. They spend fortunes chasing the extraordinary, convinced that every priceless artifact tells a story worth remembering. But as we'll soon discover, there's a good reason why some history has been left out of the record books. Tonight's tale takes us from the elegant drawing rooms of London's elite to the haunted castles, abandoned estates, and shadowed forests of Eastern Europe, following a man whose livelihood depends on recovering impossible treasures for clients wealthy enough to believe that everything has a price.
Steve Taylor 2:32
When an infamous lost silent film resurfaces decades after it was believed destroyed, what begins as another lucrative assignment slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Turn down the lights, settle in, and get cozy. The show is about to begin. Tonight's featured tale of terror comes to us courtesy of author Tom Farr. Performed by Jason Hill, I present to you Dracula's Doom.
Jason Hill 3:11
Part 1. London, 1982. Like a dog come running at his master's whistle, I RSVP'd yes to an invitation to Vernon Copeland's Halloween party to view his latest acquisition. A lost piece of cinema from the early twenties, a screen test hitherto undiscovered, etc., etc., etc. Copeland was a cinephile and an antiquarian, as it was also other things of far less reputable standing. Its home, a handsome stucco-fronted townhouse, spread over five floors in the plutocratic bowels of Knightsbridge, was stuffed to the rafters with artifacts of historical significance. For the past decade or so I'd occupied the post of two-bit private dick in Copeland's court of boorish profiteers. In reality, this meant I cashed my not inconsiderable checks as a kind of appropriator cum arm-breaker.
Jason Hill 4:17
Professors, antiquaries, rabbis, philatelists...

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Jason Hill 4:21
and several prominent members of Parliament were among those notables who had availed themselves of my services. Missions usually consisted of resting relics, curios and other articles of virtue from individuals or institutions of a special stubbornness. Usually by means of violence, blackmail or intimidation on my part. I'd long lost track of the priceless treasures and objedar I consigned to the sweet oblivion of Copeland's private collection. It was about nine o'clock when I showed up at Knightsbridge. I was wearing my brown double-breasted suit with white shirt, burgundy tie, matching waistcoat, and my best pair of Oxford brogues. I was tired and needed a shave, and the ache in my lumbar had sharpened like it always did when the weather turned cold.
Jason Hill 5:16
Inside, in the huge barren lobby from which a wrought iron staircase ascended into the shadows of an upper floor, I shrugged off my coat and handed it to a tight-lipped waiter. I didn't let him take my hat, though. I waited and listened to the muted sound of voices and laughter drifting from somewhere deeper within the house. When the waiter returned, he nodded and took me with him along a panelled hall that ended in a pair of big double doors. He ushered me into a large drawing room, dimly lit by a rustic stone fireplace, in which chestnut logs with the bark still on them smouldered lazily. Autumn rain tapped the leaded bay windows. The air was drugged with the mingled smells of cigar smoke and sandalwood.

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