Death Has a Thirst

Wait a minute. Have you heard the weird tales of the Whistler? Sanitarium hobby. Is he still unconscious? Yes. Here comes the attendant. We're all ready for Mr. Jackson Hey, you speak Harold. Oh, I had to tie him eh? Yes

I had to give him a good one on the chin. You'll have to watch him and they try to get away when he comes to Don't worry. We've got a lot of tough cases here Don't let him know who brought him here and don't let him know I had anything to do with it

Leave everything to watch. It's a two-hour drive back to the city tunnel. Yes Well, I'll phone you tomorrow. Good, if anything happens, we'll call you. Thank you. Good night. Saturday night and again CBS presents The Whistler.

I, The Whistler, know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales. I know many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women who are stepped into the shadows. And so I tell you tonight the mysterious tale of...

Death... Has at first... The long black car with the handsome man at the wheel of the woman beside him returns to the highway and speeds on through the night. The man and woman sit staring ahead, lost in thought.

The man is Harvey Davis, the woman Mrs. Victor Jackson, wife of the unconscious man recently deposited at the sanitarium. I'm sorry I dragged you into this Harvey, but I had to have some help and I knew I could depend on you.

It's all right, Donna. I only hope it'll do some good. Victor never drank a drop while we were in school. He didn't drink when we were first married. And after a father died and Victor took over the business, he started.