House of Greed

Wait a minute. Have you heard the weird tales of the Whistler? The Whistler. Sunday night and again CBS presents the Whistler. I, the Whistler, know many things.

For I walk by night. I know many strange tales, many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women who are stepped into the shadows. I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

And so I tell you the amazing story of House of Green. A taxi cab rolls through the night and comes to a stop before a brownstone mansion on West 52nd Street. The driver opens the door and the handsome well-dressed man steps out, pays the driver, slips quickly up the stairs, fumbled with a bunch of keys, but the door opens.

Oh, and oh, Jackson, Mr. Talbot, welcome home, sir. Where's Mrs. Talbot? So she left three days ago, went to the place in the Catskills, there's a note on your desk, sir. Oh, good. Your brother Frank is waiting in the library.

Oh. No, Frank? What do you want? John. Now look, Frank, I told you the last time I'd give you no more money. Oh, but it isn't gambling that's this time. I'm reforming. I'm going to settle down and work.

Work. I met a big cattleman from South America. He has a very lovely daughter, and she talked her father into letting me buy an interest in the business. much ten thousand. Oh I'm sure I'll make good John. Oh very well. I don't mind doing something like that for you. When you're leaving, tomorrow I've had a plane

reservation for four days. Thanks for the check John. You're a swell guy. Tell Mary goodbye for me. Yes, she's up in the Catskills. So Jackson told me. Good Lord, what's wrong? She hasn't gone to the Catskills. I can't understand this.