Blank Wall

Listen at the end of the following program for an important announcement regarding change of time Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler? The Whistler no, I can't go on I got to get away from it all for you now It's been nothing but murder murder and death. How much do you think a man can stand?

Saturday night and again CBS presents the Whistler Whistler no 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 I tell you tonight, the odd story of the blank wall. A thin, bespectable little man paces nervously up and down the floor of his office, up and down, back and forth. He runs his hands nervously through his hair.

Time after time he cleans his glasses, lights cigarette upon cigarette. The tension increases with every passing moment. This man is fighting against time. Time. With him, every second counts. Every minute becomes an eternity. Yes, this man is up against a blank wall.

Suddenly he stops and in sheer desperation, he almost screams at the man facing him. I can't! I can't! I can't go on any longer! I won't! There's a limit to everything. I've come to the end of my rope.

You made a deal with me, Wilson. So far, you've done very well. But you can't back down now. It's too late. I've done everything you've assigned to me. But don't you understand, it's tearing me to pieces, it's wrecking my nerves.

I can't eat, I can't sleep. It's too late to quit Wilson. You've gone this far and I warn you, you can't pull out now. Murder, murder, death. How long do you think I can go on doing such things?