Anything for a Friend

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. Here, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

And now the Whistler's strange story. Anything full of friends, feel hardly, youthful treasure of midfield automatic time are incorporated. Saturn is private of both highly unwelcome visitors. He was both worthy to nervous, and not without reason, for Phil has made a mistake.

Yes, you've made a serious mistake, haven't you Phil? One that seems impossible to rectify, as your visitor remains in spectacle to your argument. And I tell you I'll have the money in a month, Dan.

That's what you told me last month, Phil. On the month before, within this month, I'll be married to Francis Adams. You boss is daughter. That's right. Now, Dan, it's only $5,000. Mr. Adams will probably give us five times that much for a wedding present.

Your engagement officials should say yes, all right. We'll elope, you see. You mean you haven't even asked her yet? No, but can you expect me to settle for a maven like that? Not settle, Dan. Just wait, because tonight I'm going to ask her to marry me.

Okay. Call me in the morning. If you tell me the lady said yes, I'll phone her. She verified it, I'll wait till you're married. No, that might ruin everything. And after all, you're known as a gambler.

You're clogged. I grew up down the square, and everybody knows what I was sure. That's other guys like you, Phil. You're yellow. You get in a jam, and you're into the first guy you know what to go.