Borrowed Byline ep AFRS

The Whistler and the Whistler and I know many things for 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 and now the Whistler's strange story Borrowed by line the trip from Calcutta the Hong Kong had been hot and dull

And Craig McKelvey was glad when the slackening of the ship's engines told him they were moving through Lyemann Pass into Hong Kong roads. At the railing outside his state-room door, he could see the lights of Victoria rising from the jam-packed Esplanade to the luxurious villas high up on the peak, and off to the starboard

other lights marking Kaloon Point on the mainland. He was glad now that he'd taken the bull with the horns and come here. Calcutta was a fine place for a year, even two. But six years had been too much.

And when the opportunity for some quick money had come, he decided to take it and come to Hong Kong. Orders are no orders. Five minutes after the gang plank had been lowered to the dock, there was a knock at his state room door.

Craig McElvey smiled as he turned open. Sylenrum hadn't changed a bit, still as prompt as ever. Well, Alfonso Landrum. Good evening, McElvie. Nice to see you again. Yes, indeed. I don't have a chair here.

Thank you. Let me fix your drink, Solendrum. Scotch and splash. You're very kind. Oh, in the contrary, I'm very practical. You always discuss business better over a drink. And I know the wire you sent me had a deal in it somewhere.