Ernest Chapel presents another chilling thriller, delivered in his monolog style. He recounts the aftermath of a recent political speech. Though the event was a success, he recieved a phone call from a disgruntled constituant. The normally unflappable politician is emotionally distraught, and can’t sleep. The caller had wished him to drop dead, so now he lays awake contemplating how, why, and what might make a person simply drop dead.
Sensitive emotions turn to paranoia over the anonymous callers words. He gets a note that repeats the wish to drop dead. Every phone call becomes a source of concern.
Soon everybody knows about the phone call, and the worry, but don’t see anything serious in it. Is there a need to be worried? How can this downward spiral of mental stress be overcome? Or can it?