Alibi

Wait a minute. Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler? Whistler I've come to the end of my rope. I've tried my best for 20 years to please Agatha I gave up my painting and tried business after business and failed in every venture Now I I can't go on any longer. I'm through

Another Sunday night and again CBS presents the Whistler I, the Whistler, know many things, or I walk by night. Many strange tales, many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women, were stepped into the shadows.

And so I tell you tonight the amazing story of the Alibi. Poor Henry Farington paces the library floor, through his mind, run the events of the past twenty years, from the day when he married the wealthy young widow Agatha Durant.

Henry hadn't a dollar of his own then, nothing but charm. He still hasn't a dollar of his own, and now very little charm. Henry was a struggling artist, but Agatha was a businesswoman and was determined to make Henry a business man.

And Henry had tried, tried, hard. Agatha backed him in venture after venture, bossing him completely dominating his every moment. But Henry experienced nothing but failure, and gradually Agatha's love turned to disgust. And now, twenty years later, his artistic talent longs in Spanish, he realizes what a wreck Agatha has made of him.

What are you doing in here, Henry? Morning, Agatha. I said, what are you doing? Why, I'm just thinking. That's what I thought. What are you doing with the lights on in the daytime? Why, it's cloudy this morning.

Bit dull in here. Don't need lights to think, turn them out. Yes, Agatha. Are you going to do nothing but mop around again today? What do you want me to do? You know what day this is?