46xxxx (004) Wherever I Go

That gun won't do you any good. Besides, you are pointing at the wrong way. I'm pointing it right between your eyes. That's what I mean. I... The witching hour when the night is darkest, our fear the strongest, and our strength at its lowest end.

Midnight when the graves gape open and death strikes. You'll learn the answer in just a minute then. Wherever I go. And now, murder at midnight. Tales of mystery and terror by masters of the Macan.

Our story, a study in crime and retribution is by William Morwood. It's title, Wherever I Go. The music from an old country mansion. Seated at the piano, playing with the scale of an accomplished musician is Gordon Ormsby.

And, Ghost, and what he is doing, he is not aware his wife, Helen, has come in until... Goodness sakes, Gordon, what are you going to stop that counting? Huh? I thought you enjoyed music, my dear.

I do when it's well played. Oh, don't be childish. You might have a little consideration for my headache. You and your headaches. There's nothing whatever wrong with you. Doctors of his good has told you that.

It's all in your mind. The attictation of a silly rich woman. Lucky for you, I am rich. Where would you be now? Someplace where I'd amount to something. I had talents when I married you Ellen.

I could have been a great musician or a great painter or writer. You were what you are now. What you always will be. A dillot hunt, a dabbler. It's your money that ruined me. Softened me up.

Brought me of my ambition. If you hate my money so much, there's nothing to prevent you walking out on it. I will. Some day. Not if I know you. Your stick around as long as I have a penny left.