Narrator: As certain as death and taxes we are told that the meek will definitely inherit the Earth, perhaps, but not always. Consider if you will Mr. Arky Lochner, a well-known petty crook, sidebar six-for-five or shylock, registered coward, and owner of a yellow streak so vivid it could be slathered on a hotdog. Mr. Lochner was written out of the will when the meek were guarantied their inheritance and just now he is trying to avoid another kind of pay off, a soulful payoff, in that off-track betting parlor we call the Twilight Zone.
Narrator: Oh, Arky, Arky. Poor Mr. Lochner. In the magical, mystical bookie parlor we call the Twilight Zone, there's an old, old, very old saying: "Making a deal with a demon is seriously crazy. But making a deal with a master of demons, well, that's crazy as a soup sandwich."
This same story was adapted for the first issue of a Twilight Zone comic book that came out about the time this aired.