X Marks the Murderer

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Tonight, X marks the murderer. I am the Whitsler, 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.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. If it hadn't been for a simple housewife named Mamey Cast and her idea, the police might never have solved the case at all.

And it was a case that they certainly wanted to solve, and quickly. It was a long series of murders which baffled police and terrorized the city, not only because of their fiendish quality, but because of their apparent lack of motive.

I say apparent lack because you can't expect the police to find and recognize a motive deep in the mind of a man who simply enjoys killing, a man who rationalizes his feeling into a sort of righteous clause.

So at the time Mamie cast got her idea the police were still baffled in getting nowhere. Mamie, reading about it, got her idea and told Ben her husband about it over their evening coffee. Think of it.

All of them, all women stabbed and left dying in the streets. And the police looking high and low and him or her nowhere to be found. You know, it must be a man. It couldn't be a woman to do a thing like that to her own kind.