Christmas Bonus

presented by the United States Air Forces in Europe. I'm the Whistler, and I know many things, for I walk by nine scales, 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. The Whistler will continue in just a moment. And now the Whistler strange story. Christmas bonus. Most human beings. The line between good and evil is a thin and waving one.

And very often the impulse were good. Well, outweigh and nullify the bad. Such was the case with Michael Cobb. Mike wasn't really bad at all. It happened while he was a kid. He got into trouble, gone to prison, served a stretch.

And now you're out, aren't you, Mike? And you've learned your lesson. You're proving that by going straight. You're working hard at your job in a department store. You're married to the girl you love, aren't you, Mike?

And you're happy. Doin' issues. Nobody can go to better breakfast than you darling. Thank you, sir. Oh, now Mike, don't vote your coffee. No, I gotta run. Be late. Now a couple of minutes won't make any difference.

Well, now maybe not most days, but today's gonna be a big one. It's just a few shopping days before Christmas, you know. The store's gonna be jammed. We'll be swamped with work until late tonight.

Besides, they don't wanna spoil my record. Six months and I haven't been late to work one. I know it's fine. I'm sure the store appreciates it. You know, Helene, I think they do. I really think they like me down there.

I like my work everything. Why, sure, Mike. How could they help like you? No, I mean, I'm beginning to feel like, well, that other things all forgotten, almost like something never happened. It is. It is forgotten, Mike. Everything's different now.