Patients for the Doctor

Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler? Pitch dark. I was feeling my way along the wall. Then it seemed to mean that something passed in front of us.

Caught from one wall to the other. I don't think I really heard anything. It was almost more so I felt it. Another Sunday night, and again CBS presents the Whistler. I, the whisper, know many things, for I walk by night.

I know many strange tales, many secrets, hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. And so tonight I tell you the strange story of patience for the doctrine. Have you any idea what a burning desire to practice one's profession may be to?

A man whom I know can tell you of such a desire. He is Dr. James Hammond, and he lives with his wife, Mary, in an isolated cabin at the end of a low-mellowed high up in the Snowqualman Mountain.

The Snowqualman is a treacherous, a special begin-wendous. Many people find themselves in need of a doctor throughout the year in these mountains, but Winter snow, thawing with the spring lanes, can also prove treacherous. Fetchorous enough to keep a doctor rather dizzy.

James! Yes, my dear. What are you doing? I was just... What have you there? Just my medical kit. Where do you think you're going? My patient is very badly hurt. I must go to him.

You will not set one foot out of this house tonight. Not in a storm like this. But my dear, the man's life may depend upon me. A doctor's place is with his patients. Store, I'm all shy.