Blue Alibi ep AFRS

The Whistler. I am 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. Whistler's strange story. Blue Alibi. John Sheridan knew exactly what to expect, As he brought his car to a stop in front of his new England beach home.

For the brightly lighted house, the cars parked carelessly along the driveway meant just one thing. His wife Edith had again invited a group of her friends over to spend the evening. As John entered the house, the music, the gay laughter, the hum of idle chatter, suddenly became more than he could bear.

Unobserved or so he thought, he slipped into the hall, hurried to the den and shut the door. But his escape was only momentary. Almost immediately the door opened again. Hello, Edith. John, why do you insist on being deliberately offensive to our guests?

No, your guests not mine, I didn't invite them. But I did because of you. That again? Yes, that again. You may be satisfied with your salary as city treasurer and chairman of the Board of Public Works.

We get along, I'm satisfied. But I'm not. These people are important politically. They could help you, John. You could be governor in a few years. I'm less than needed. Right now keeping up my work is more important than making new political contacts.

I have a lot of construction contract bits to go over. I plan to work on them here tonight and have them ready by morning, but now... ...you're noisy friends make it impossible. Where are you going?