She Wanted Too Much

forces in Europe. I'm the Whistler and I know many things before 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. She wanted too much.

Ruth Walker looked beautiful standing there by the window. Part of it was because Ruth knew how to look beautiful and more important when to look beautiful. Yes, you realize the importance of your appearance when you were very young, didn't you, Ruth?

And now at this rather late hour, your employer, Charles Verdon, seems especially susceptible to your wistful, seemingly innocent beauty. And as Charles smiles at you and you smile and returns, the relationship of employer and secretary seems to change.

Here at your apartment, Charles seems to forget his jewelry store. He's troubled at home. Everything but his immediate surroundings. I think you'll find his just right, Charles. Thanks, Ruth. I'm sure I will. Everything you do is just right.

You know, if you keep saying that, you might convince me, and then I'd be unbearful, darling. Yeah, I think you think. Thanks. Oh, perfect. All right, Ruth? One day, isn't it? Exactly five months ago, I walked into your jewelry store.

I told you. There wasn't any until until I walked in and saw and then there were five months ago today. Yes, Charles. It's all been wonderful. Only one thing missing for me anyway. Yes. Not that you're always dying. Three hundred and sixty-five days in years.

I thought we'd agree not to discuss that. Sorry, it's just that I... Let's not spoil what we have, Ruth. There's no change. Nothing holding either of us. Except that I've fallen in love with you.