Justice

Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler? She wants me to leave wants me out of the way sure so she can have everything for herself langel letter I'll kill a first Saturday night and again CBS presents the Whistler the Whistler no 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 justice. Elderly John Henderson, the well-to-do farmer in the Middle West, a widower with a son of eighteen, has recently married a young woman named Marta, a girl from the city.

The coming of the war placed extra burdens upon Mr. Henderson, and in the past few months, the shortage of hands and overwork have been too much for his aging heart. It has been necessary for him to take to his bed and trust the actual running of the farm to his eccentric son, Matthew.

Father, I want to talk to you. What's wrong now, man? I got to talk to you. Well, come in and talk. I'm not staying here any longer. I'm leaving. Don't start that again. I ain't even going to stay here and be bossed around with that woman.

I ain't a goner. Don't I have trouble enough without you squawking all the time? What is it now? I know more about this farmer than she does. Who does she think she is? Marta is my wife, Matt.

She's a good woman, and she's trying her best to be a mother to you. But you're too big-headed to give her a chance. Mother. She's nothing but a nasty idea. That'll be enough for you.