Legacy of Death

Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler? I'm the Whistler. I know long to see fearful things in the night All that has changed Night and the shadows are friendly now. It is a daylight that Another Sunday night and again CBS presents the Whistler 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 stepped into the shadows. And so I tell you tonight the unusual story of the legacy of death. It was ten years ago that Henry Mitchell, formerly a biologist, married Martha Holliston, the widow of a wealthy cotton grower. Martha continued to

direct the business of the plantation with the aid of Henry as overseer. She had one child, a daughter, by her deceased husband, a girl named Doreen. Now the mother lies on her deathbed. She's been ill for almost a year and groans steadily weaker.

It won't be long now Henry. Is this something I must tell you? Something you must promise to do for me? Yes, Martha, I'll do anything. It's about my daughter. Dorina's 21 now. She's a woman and she'll be thinking of marriage soon. I know, Martha. I've watched her every move. I've raised her carefully. I've been stern in my opinions regarding her. And perhaps,

At times I've, I've seen too strict it. Yes, Martha, but a mother knows best. Dorian has always been an odd child. You've mentioned that yourself many times. And as she grew older, she became more strange each day.

A peculiar exotic mind. She must still be guarded and handled carefully until she reaches 30. What are you trying to say, Martha? Dorian is the last of her father's line. And from that line, she's inherited something...