Quadrangle

The Whistler. Presented by the United States Air Forces in Europe. I'm 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. Oh, the Whistler's strange story. What triangle? On the edge of Cartertown, a small aging community in Northern California, stands the equally aging structure known as Channing House.

The house proper, with its wide, quadratic wall and flanking trees, has been the subject of many abutting artists' brush and oils. Jeffrey Channing interrupts his morning stroll through the grounds to listen to the conversation of the latest artist work on a canvas of Channing House.

A girl, slender, young and attractive, talking with a young male companion. You're in an interesting place as well. Both are too absorbed in work and conversation to notice Jeffrey, although he appears quite interested in what is being said.

Now, if you take the places differently, you should see the inside. I'm quite satisfied here, Ned. The old house is a perfect subject. Old Agnes Channing is something of a subject herself. Let me change the character. Always having the place worked over.

Remodeling, changing. The old girl really keeps Sam on the jump. Sam? Fair takeer. Oh, yeah. Jack them all, Trey. Been with the Channing family for years. Mr. Channing? Did she live in the big house alone, Ned?

No, there's her nephew, Jeopardy. Find her mind, by the way. Really devoted to the old girl. Stay pretty close. Does it best to keep her from brooding? About the Colonel you mean? Yeah. Mr. Channing claims to want the hammer and saw going because it remains her of the Colonel.