Accident-According to Plans

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Tonight, accident according to plan. I'm the Whistler, and I know many things, or 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. There are many kinds of jealousy, and none of them are good. The jealous one in love is the most frequent, but there is another more terrible jealousy.

Yes, that of a man for his coworker. Tom Redick was jealous of Charles Fremont's cleverness. His ability to succeed. Always when there was applause for a job well done, Charles Fremont was patted on the back, fated given a raise.

Charles, Charles, you did it again! Boys, I don't know what we'd have done without that building. I only wish more of the men had your ability. Oh, thank you, Mr. Winston. I appreciate your kind.

Oh, not since my boy. Charles, I'd like you to take over general management of the plant. effective next week that's when the jealousy reaches a sickening height when the man of whom you're jealous gets your job Tom Redick had been the general manager of the plant but Tom Redick hadn't been able to arrange the lease on the new building

hadn't been able to do anything but his job the best way he could slowly and often blunderingly and when he lost the job That's when Tom Reddick knew he had to kill Charles Freeman. Be careful, Tom.