Death in the Air

Have you heard the strange tales of a Whistler? Look, I know I have an a chance. I know that I can't live. I can tell the way that dr. Look set me and you two why don't you tell me the truth? Why don't you Friday night and again CBS presents the Whistler?

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 have stepped into the shadows And so I tell you tonight, the unusual story of death in the air.

A girl, a rather ordinary brunette of eighteen, plainly dressed, steps out of an elevator on the 14th floor of a swank apartment house and moves silently down the hall. Poses for a moment before a certain door, then turns the knob and steps inside.

A handsome man of thirty-five jumps to his feet, stares at the girl a moment. Then she closes the door behind her. Who are you? What do you want? You don't know me. You never seen me before.

But I know that you're Fred Blake. Yes, I'm Fred Blake. So what? What's the idea of walking into my apartment? I'm Mary Alberty. Mary Alberty? Does that name mean anything to you? Why, what's a people are named Alberty?

Yeah. But I'm Mrs. Joe Alberty. Joe? Joe Alberty. Yeah. I thought that name would get a rise out of you. What are you doing here? You happen to know where my husband is at this moment?

Joe, I certainly know where he is. Who doesn't? This morning he was sentenced. By now he's in the state pen. Convicted a murder. That's right. A murder he didn't commit. He was convicted, he had a trial.