 And now back to Death Is No End on When Radio Was. Mitchell's panic was rising as the hour drew close. I'd expected that. I knew that once up in the Wisconsin woods I could calm his fears. 11.25 at night. We were a block away from the bank. At 11.30 we saw the old watchman leave by the back entrance. One minute later we were parked in the alley beside the bank. And at work disconnecting the burglar alarm on a big safe.