Death Watch

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Tonight, Death Watch. I am the Whistler, and I know many things, or 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. Did you ever commit a murder? No. Then you don't know, do you? How irresistible is the urge of the murderer to return to the scene of his crime?

It's a very overpowering feeling. Especially if you're not even sure that... Oh, but wait, I'm getting ahead of the story. They found Lucille Doane late at night on the floor of a not too lavish apartment.

A neighbor noticed a light that had been burning for 24 hours, blundered in, and found her. The police came very quickly. The coroner arrived shortly after. And he and Detective Rock Adrian looked over the Barnery.

Well, Carina, what do you say? Mr. Adrian, she's dead. Plenty dead. Cause of death? Do I have to tell you? You can see. I can say, but I want your official verdict. For the record.

Now you can put down death from repeated blows over the head by a heavy instrument. How many is repeated blows? 20, 25, at least. How old would you say she was? I'd say around 30.

What'd you say she was pretty? Beautiful. She was certainly better looking than she is now. Why worry the papers will headliners a raving beauty and those papers won't hear about this case yet Time of death. I'd say about this time last night Well, I guess I got everything I need from you go ahead if you're through I am and glad of it