Final Return

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And 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.

They say there's always a woman in the life of every successful man. A woman who inspires him or pushes him or nags him from obscurity to fame. Yes, a woman can be a man's destiny.

If it hadn't been for Sylvia, Alex Kirby would have worked his life away at one of the open-heart furnaces of the Williston Steel Company, and the state would have lost one of its colorful political figures.

But fate had something else in store for Alex Kirby. Something that had its beginning at a high school prom he attended one night, with his friend Leonard Evans. Oh look, Len, I'm getting out of here. I shouldn't have come.

Oh wait, Alex, I told Sylvia I wanted her to meet you. Oh, some other time. I don't belong here. What's that mean? Look at all these kids having a swell time. Then look at me.

What's wrong? You an old man at 21? Well, I never went to high school. That's the answer. I don't want to kid myself. I belong here. I suppose I do. Sure you do. You went to high school to college.

You know this Taylor day. She's not a Dame, Alex. She's a teacher. That's what I mean. They're all dames to me. I don't belong here. Now, let's too late to back out. There's Sylvia now.