Shrunken Head

Wait a minute. Have you heard the whistler? Look upon Charlie as I do. You'd realize he's an animate dead with no power to harm. That was old Peter Medford the jungle explorer now confined to a wheelchair with paralysis I would suggest that you leave this place at once miss Medford at once that was clay Alden Peter Medford secretary

And this is Marie Peter Medford's young knee. No, no, no Oh, it's no dream, it's here! Saturday night, and CBS presents another in the new mystery series, The Whistler. And I, The Whistler, know many things, for I walk by night.

I know many strange tales, many secrets, hidden in the hearts of men and women who've stepped into the shadows. I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. And so I tell you tonight the strange mystery of the shrunken head.

In the quickening darkness of a stormy fall evening, a young girl paces the deserted platform of a small suburban railroad station. From her anxious attitude we know that she's waiting for someone. But just be patient, Miss Medford, there is someone coming to meet you.

He has just now driven up. He's coming through the station door, walking up behind you. Oh, oh, yes, I... Sorry to have kept you waiting. I'm Play Alden. Oh, yes. I've got Peter as mentioned to in his letter.

He's a secretary, aren't you? That's right. Where is my uncle? He was disappointed he couldn't meet you. Pretty much of a task for the old gentleman to get around these days. You see, he's confined to a wheelchair.

Oh, I didn't know. There he is. Legs are paralyzed. The result of jungle fever just came on him lately. Oh, oh. Yes, it's a shame, all right. shame all right well shall we get going cause our front better run for it or you'll get wet I'll take care of your luggage.