Deadly Innocent

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Tonight, the deadly innocent. I am the Whistler, 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. Have you ever hated a man enough to kill him? No? Well, that's the kind of hate that grows with the years, grows and grows into an all-consuming passion.

That's the way it was with Lambert Dean. He has wanted to kill someone for 25 years. That's why he has come down to the offices of a mammoth construction company at nine o'clock at night That's why he's chatted casually with the old night watchman who took him up in the elevator Chatting oh so casually

But he thought out every word in advance The night watchman will remember them later just a little later They should be just a crack of light showing under the door of the president's office Yes, there it is and Lambert is going toward it. So you've never wanted to kill a man Listen, you may get a few pointers.

Hello, Joe. Huh? Oh, what are you doing here? Why did I start doing a job, so sorry. What do you mean by busting into my office? Can't you knock? Oh, sure, Joe. I never think of walking into the President's office without knocking during working hours.