Murder Is Blind

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Tonight, murder is blind. 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 these shadows.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Most people are blind. Yes, they're blind to the shortcomings of someone close to them, someone sometimes to their own. That was the way with the three women who lived in the old Hopkins house on the hill.

Three very different women, but all of them blind to the characters of the others. There was Loana Hopkins, mistress of the house, warms sincere Loana, happy in her coming marriage to Gregory. There was Patsy Hopkins, Loana's cousin, whose only happiness is in herself, her youth, her loveliness.

and old Freilin, the old German housekeeper, who has been Patsy's governess, and who had found happiness in serving her with years of devotion. None of them really knew the others. All of them were a little blind.

That is, until it happened. It started the night Patsy was helping Lorna with her hair. Hey, that finished? Freilin can help you with the rest. Now what? Gregory. He's waiting in the living room. Do keep in company like a good girl, Patsy.

Really, honest. A bit tired from playing substitute. Besides, he doesn't want to see me. Of course he does. Be an angel and try to keep in console till I get dressed. Listen. Greg playing the phonograph?