Marked Man

Whistler presented by the United States Air Forces in Europe. I am 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. Tonight, it's the Whistler's strange story. Marked man transcribed. and standing in the open door of the swiftly moving box-star looked in Congress, out of place.

Certainly Frank Seto wasn't used to this mode of promise. But even with a careful planning you always employ, things can go wrong, can't they, Frank? Yeah. You were the brains behind a successful swindle across the border until Yawanna, weren't you?

But part two of your plan in which you tried to outwit your own associates, backfire, didn't it? and you had to run, leaving $70,000 hidden in a baggage checkstand in San Diego. And now poised by the open door of a moving box car approaching the LA railroad yard.

You wonder if anyone's policy. Wonder what's ahead as the train rolls into the yard. And then you leap. On Main Street you enter a nondescript hotel and cross the lobby past a group of guests, Avidly watching television and approach the death.

Hey! Hey, anybody here? Room clerk. I mean, I'm coming! Interruptions, nothing but insurance. Well... What's the matter? What does the other fellow look like? Or did he win? Never mind the jokes. I've been travel. I'm only not the first class.

I want a room in a shower. Well, we got them. They're separate. Room is a dollar and a half. Shower is 50 cents. In advance, the shower makes you feel better, doesn't it, Frank? And a good night, please, helps, too.