Wait a minute. Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler? Sunday night and again cbias presents the whistler

I the whistler 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 I tell you tonight the strange story the nemesis.

A big railroad station in America's biggest city. Many people here, many lonely people, many desolate souls, many strange people. Look over there, standing beside that exit, a beautiful girl with blue eyes

and blonde hair. Lovely creature. Beside her stands a man, a dark silent man. The flawed in the silent man

searched the crowd from the incoming trains feverishly. Then suddenly the

beautiful blobs speaks. Lou, there he is. That's Cartier.

Where?

The swanky one with the Hamburg hat and the cane.

Oh, yeah, I see.

Okay, Sandra.

I'll get him.

See you later.

You know what to do. I know. So long Sandra.

Lou, with a dark silent one, slips quickly through the crowd and steps up behind the man in the

Hamburg hat. Sure name, Cartier?

What? Cartier the great? The magician?

Why, it's right, who are you?

Doesn't matter.

Just start walking.

Out the door.

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