To Rent Danger

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Tonight, to rent danger. I am the Whistler, and I know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales, hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. And in the editorial offices of this insanetic a zest, the news was received that killer Carter, the gang murderer, had escaped from the penitentiary in Columbus.

And that he had been at large for 24 hours. It was decided that Danny Pearson, star reporter, was to be sent up to the capital to cover the manhunt that was sure to follow. Danny borrowed a car from Clem Tracy, the re-right man, and headed North late on Friday afternoon.

Car trouble held him up, and at one o'clock he was still far from his destination. He was getting too sleepy to drive, so when he saw the tourist sign in front of the lonely farmhouse, he made his decision.

He'd stop, get a few hours of sleep, and continue into Columbus in the early hours of morning. He pulled in the lane, parked the car, and went up onto the porch. It took a few moments to rouse anyone, but finally the door opened and there stood a woman.

What do you want? Uh, good evening. I was driving along the road looking for a place to stay for the night and I saw your tourists sign out front so I thought I'd stop and see if you had any room.