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That whistle is your invitation to another Meisterbrow mystery drama presented by the Whistler.

Thank you. 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 which they dare not speak.

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curious story by The Whistler.

Tonight, blind impulse.

Steve was in his glory.

Never in his wildest dreams had he ever believed a thing like this could come to pass.

Here they were just the two of them, at Carol Crandall's special table at the top of the mark in San Francisco.

Through the huge plate glass window, he could see the shining city stretching away to the east.

A line of lights marking the bay bridge, pointing across the water like an arrow at other sparkling

cities at the foot of the hills on the other side of the bay.

Everything sparkled, the brilliant room sparkled, and across from him, Carol Crandall sparkled.

What's matter, Steve?

Huh?

Not going pensive on me, are you?

Oh, no, just thinking, Carol.

Better watch that.

Mother always told me,

beware of the man who thinks too much.

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