A vagabond man breaks into a wedding, takes the microphone out of the singer's mouth and becomes famous throughout the world. Vladimir walked along the central street in the evening, he didn't even walk, he was looking for something, he's been constantly looking for money, you're working for money. They especially agreed to take it, mainly because of public convictions by analysis what does it mean to blame, vodka drugs or a prison, and also these frequent mentions that the homeless like this way of life, and their personal choice, and if they get a job, then certainly in order for something then steal and run away, passing by the restaurant where the wedding was going on, Vladimir stopped looking into the windows, was about to leave and began to walk on and just at that time a drunk guy came out of the cafe, they collided, hey, the guy shouted at Vladimir more accurately, the man apologized and went around that went further, but the young man called out to him, there is a smoke, I don't smoke, the guy snorted, glancing at the man, it's expensive nowadays to choose between vodka and a cigarette, and I do not choose, I ignore, Vladimir calmly said, it is harmful to health, yes, health will come in handy on the street, then he took a lighter out of his pocket and lit a cigarette, show that he just hooked a homeless person to make fun of him, I do not complain on the street you don't need to pay for your charms, for example, you don't need to pay a communal apartment, Vladimir was found, yes, a communal apartment is a rip off again, the government raises this topic, the guy blew smoke from his mouth and shivered, it was still chilly outside, and he was in suit trousers and a light shirt, and you generally have news how you look, you collect rumors, sometimes there is, more truth than from TV, Vladimir noted, you walk around the city you learn all the news from conversations with expert assessments of ordinary people, and that was the time to lose nerves, he knew that there was a family, but they remembered almost nothing, no names or addresses, no phone numbers, only some phrases, warm memories of his beloved woman, and a smile, his face, and everything else as if in a haze, the sonorous laughter of children is not sure, that's all or not, but a blonde boy of eight years old and older boy with a girl of 12 years old, everything is cut off, Vladimir was sure of one thing, if he meets them, he will remember everything for sure, and the family lives in the basement again, his boyfriend touched a sore subject, this drunken young man, most of all Vladimir wanted to return to his family, but he only remembered that he had gone to work as a watch as a result of money he was not paid as promised, they demanded to continue work, then they will give everything to the campaign at once, but Vladimir already realized that it was a deception, he wanted to look for something else to help his family, but his documents were taken away and generally kicked out of the construction car into the street, the man found himself without a livelihood on the street, spent the night at the entrance, there he met local homeless people who beat him for entering their territory, took everything that he had of value, including his phone, as a result of that fight he was taken to the hospital, but he has no documents with him, no money, and homeless people do not keep them in the hospital for a long time, they put them on their feet and thanks for that, but only with the memory there was a trouble, the blackouts were as if some pieces of the puzzle were lost, who is he, he isn't from where he did not remember, he tried to return to the watch to pick up the documents but there were no longer these scammers, since then he walked the streets, made friends with other homeless people, they shared information where you can spend the night and get free food, gradually began to remember the past, but no matter how tried this moment about his home, close and familiar people as if cut out of his head. Vladimir Scowled at the tipsy guy who was having fun teasing the bum, a couple more guests came out to breathe fresh cigarette air, prove that you are worth something, the guy suggested and pulled out a purse from the back pocket of his trousers, go to the restaurant now take a microphone and sing something, the guy pulled out a bill at random, it turned out to be a 5000th banknote, if you do, and if you are building, the guy thought and then added it doesn't matter, you still have nothing I don't want to dirty your hands, Vladimir looked at 5000, with this money he can ask the conductor, or buy a ticket without documents does not matter how to come up with something, the man really needed money, and the guy, although drunk, must keep his words, and Vladimir agreed, other guests witnessed the couple and prepared their phones to laugh at the dirty homeless, the instigator was in a good mood in anticipation of fun, he did not even go far into the restaurant hall prepared to shoot closer to the exit when he will be turned off go out of the restaurant, and Vladimir knew two things, the first he really needs money, the second the key to success is confidence. With an imperturbable face, he walked as a DJ whispered something in his ear, then went to the Toastmaster, winked at him and took the microphone from him, while the Toastmaster looked distractedly around, the music began to play, one of the guests was already running to the stage to send the uninvited untidy guest away, others watched in confusion what would happen next, but Vladimir began to sing, you know how you want to live to enjoy the crimson sunrise, to live to just love everyone who lives next to you with every word of the song people running towards him slowed down and when they approached the stage they just froze, there was silence in the restaurant when the melody was just playing in a heartfelt voice that grabs the soul sounds, no one moved, everyone froze, no one hurt such a wonderful living voice for a long time. When Vladimir finished, he looked around embarrassed and hurried to leave the stage, until people had time to come to their senses, passing by the organizer to the couple who stood with the phone and did not turn on the lousy, Vladimir stretched out his hand to him, the young man woke up from his stupor and gave the homeless five thousand, an excellent gift for the young, bewildered, he smiled after the fleeing man, a few moments of silence and then people applauded, some women could not hold back, their tears but the performer of the song was gone. Vladimir almost ran away from the restaurant, he did not know how people would react to his trick, he took the silence in the hall for a shock state as a reaction to an intruder, everything inside him was boiling, in this song he put all his feelings and experiences, he thought about to his wife and children, it seemed to him that their faces were acquiring clear outlines and he was about to see them, and now he was even more sure that soon all his troubles would end, he would come home and. Certainly arriving in his hometown, he would remember everything, find his house, first of all, Vladimir ran to the station, he had more money than he needed for a ticket, he had already looked for a second hand where he could buy something clean for a long time, tomorrow he is going home, meanwhile, at the wedding, they discussed a mysterious performer, impressionable the bride wanted to thank him by all means for such a wonderful gift, although the guy who lost to the homeless couple claimed. That the singer received a good fee, the girl insisted on finding this person, she peed it was built that no one knows his name, listen, and I recorded a video, one of the men who witnessed the dispute between a homeless man and a drunk guy showed his phone, let's start, maybe someone will recognize him, so the video with this song spread across all social networks, she became very quickly viral, people, having learned that they were looking for a mysterious performer who made the wedding. Unforgettable, shared the video on YouTube, tick talk on Instagram and wherever they could, meanwhile Vladimir smoothed his sweater bought yesterday in a secondhand shop, looked around for the last time in the mirror in the toilet of the carriage, and excitedly walked to the door. There were a few minutes left to his station. He wanted to get off first. He didn't sit forever, the crossings were busy, the conductors were purring, they're ready to jump out to the wedding right on the go, if you're late, I'm late to live late, Vladimir said excitedly, be careful when jumping off the train, otherwise we'll have time, the conductor shook her head displeased, but Vladimir did not pay attention to her mood, he felt that now his life would change, but apart from joy and excitement, there was a lot of what if his wife and children would not accept him. Back, maybe they think they left them when the train arrived Vladimir's legs were shaking with excitement, I looked around at station square, a familiar place, but immediately the smile disappeared from his face, where he did not remember where to go further, you can take a picture with you, a couple of teenagers distracted him from his thoughts, Vladimir was puzzled, but the young people had already settled in next to him and the man smiled and bewildered at the camera, the teenagers thanked. Him and left whispering, Vladimir thought that the youth just decided so to have some fun, but after a while they again paid attention to him, oh, it's you, a respectable woman jumped up to him, you can take a photo from memory here as if something was wrong, the man thought it didn't seem like a woman was having fun, or maybe some actors play so skillfully, someone decided to play a trick on him, some kind of hidden camera, as you go, a woman chirped enthusiastically, I am delighted that you studied somewhere where you sing, it is so wonderful that you are from our city, I would I came with pleasure and listen to you, the woman kept chatting and I could not get to Vladimir what she was talking about, oh I'm late what a pity, the woman caught herself, tell me where you can listen to, I don't know, actually, singing this is not my job, Vladimir was confused, what a pity you absolutely need to sing, the woman took a selfie with him, you look so good in the frame, maybe we will, exchange phones, I have no jealous wife hurry to get rid of the stranger Vladimir, later he sat on a bench and came to his senses, decided that the woman just wanted to get to know him, he sat and did not know what to do, looked in front of him and thought where to go now, closed his eyes and strained his brain trying to remember something, again before he had an image of his wife, and a smile and a vague silhouette, he sat like that for a while then he opened his eyes, gradually the image began to take on some distinct outlines, low, slightly plump, long blonde hair gathered, in a tail in the back, large as the cover half the bangs and the wind blows unruly hair, she wipes it out of her eyes with a perplexed smile, marina Vladimir said, he remembered everything, his wife and children who are already more than sometimes he thought, Maxim finishes the eighth grade, Elena is the last, is going to study journalism, and Vlad is studying for a programmer in college, Marina was now standing in front of him, that's why her image became so clear, Vladimir did not believe his eyes, he cried and rushed to her, his wife, like many other people, saw a viral video in which she recognized her husband, they discussed the mysterious artist on social networks and marina joined this discussion, now people were looking for Vladimir together, those two teenagers who were the first to recognize the man at the station launched a photo under a general search hashtag, marina, who was tracking the news, quickly saw the photo and rushed to the station, the woman was not angry with her husband, she did not think that he left her, she was worried and was waiting for him, already at home, she told Vladimir that he had become famous, became famous throughout the country, and the man was ashamed that he had become famous in such an unpleasant form, the daughter of the novice blogger promised to fix it dot since then, Vladimir's family no longer needed money, now the man had to go on a watch, he and his wife kept their blog and was invited to the event as a singer, recovering from all the troubles and getting back on their feet again, Vladimir began to help people who find themselves in a difficult life situation, he also tried to convey to others that not all homeless people are bad, not everyone makes a choice in favor of the street, perhaps they got into such a situation because of deception like him, and then before turning to them attention and lending a helping hand, the more chances to change their life, thank you all for your attention


Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler? Whistler. Take me away from here. I can't stand this lonely place. I'm frightened. It's too quiet here. If you don't take me away, I'll leave by myself. Saturday night and again CBS 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've stepped into the shadows. And so I tell you tonight, the amazing story of house of fear. In an apartment overlooking New York City, a young man and a young girl stand facing each other. The girl is calm. The young man is tense with anger. The girl is Lana Wallace, the young man, Paul Garson. Silence reigns for a few seconds then... What? What did you say Lana? I said I was going to be married, Paul. Married? Yes, married. But Lana, you don't know what you're saying. You're out of your mind. No, Paul. I'm quite sane. I thought you were in love with me. That we were going to be married. In all the months I've known you, you've never said a word about marriage until now. You knew I was mad at being in love with you? Yes, Paul, but there was nothing about marriage. Please, Lana, please listen to me. You don't know what you're doing. You'll never be happy with anyone else. Now, please, think it over. Please wait until you're sure. I am sure, Paul. I've made up my mind. Oh, what's the matter with me? Well, nothing is a matter with you. Oh, no. There must be something. Nothing. Oh, then why change your mind so suddenly? There's nothing sudden about it. I've known the man I'm going to marry for some time. Some time? You mean a few days, I suppose. It doesn't matter. It does to me. Who is this man? It doesn't matter. How does it happen? You never told me about him. I didn't think it was necessary. Oh, I see. Playing both ends against the middle, eh? You'd better go, Paul. Do you love him? I said you'd better go. Do you love this man or is it just a matter of... Where do you leave? Is it money you're after? Is he some old duck ready to kick off? Please, you're talking nonsense. Who is he? If you insist on knowing, his name is Gregory Hellman. Gregory Hellman? Yes. And who's Gregory Hellman? He's a manufacturer. Oh, some old duck you're taking for a ride.  All right, all right. Go ahead and marry him, but I'll tell you this. You'll be bored with him from the day you marry him. That's my business. Oh, what a sap I've been all this while.  Goodbye, Paul. Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's the way it goes, I suppose. Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk, is there? No, Paul. Well, so long, Lana. Goodbye, Paul. Oh, I'll run into you one of these days. I'll have one of my shoulders padded, especially for you, for crying purposes only. So long, Lana. Nevertheless, Lana had a mind of her own. A few weeks later, found her married to elderly Gregory Hellman. Now they're on a train following the ceremony on their honeymoon. Well, my dear, are you happy? Of course I am, Gregory. I've never been so happy in my life. You seem a bit solemn. Do I? Yes, you've been staring vacantly out the window for half an hour. What are you thinking about? Nothing. Nothing in particular. Are you wondering if you've done the right thing? No, Gregory, certainly not. I'm really very happy. It's just that... Just what? Oh, I don't know, but for some reason there's something about a wedding ceremony that makes me sad. Sad? I don't know why, but it seems so much like a funeral service. Funeral? Oh, good heavens. I'm sorry, Gregory. I know that's an awful thing to say. Oh, come, come, Lana. Stop thinking about it. Cheer up. Yes, I must get such a thought out of my mind. I must. Just wait till we get to our honeymoon house. You'll cheer up then. Yes. Did you buy a place? Buy? Oh no, I wouldn't buy a place way down here. It's too far from New York. You rented it? Yes, took it for a month. What is it? A cottage? Oh no, it's a villa. Well, what's it like? Well, I've never seen it, but I understand it's on a cliff overlooking the sea. Quite secluded and about eight miles from the town.  Oh, I was looking for an out-of-the-way place and this agent approached me and it sounded like the very thing for a quiet honeymoon. No one around, not even servants. No servants? No, and I doubt very much we'd be able to get any. But we'll get along. In fact, I'd prefer it that way. A villa? Sounds fascinating, doesn't it? That's why I took it. I'm sure you'll like it, Lana. Yes, Gregory. I'm sure I will.   How really lonely I've been since Emma died. No children. No close relations. No relatives, Gregory? No. Oh, I think I have a second cousin somewhere. Well, I'll do my best to make up for those lonely years, Gregory. I'm sure you will, darling. It's strange. Here I am 50 years old and all of a sudden I feel like a youngster again. You think I look 50? Certainly not. You're very young looking. Well, I'll keep up with you even though I am twice your age. I'm not falling apart yet. Of course you're not. You know, I think I'll retire from business. I have plenty now. Why should I go on working like a slave when I can forget everything and enjoy life? Give up your business? Yes. We'll find some nice rest, we'll spot somewhere and take it easy from now on. What say? Yes, Gregory. I'd like that. Just the two of us. All right, darling. It's a deal. Two weeks go by. Two lazy weeks. Happy weeks for Gregory. He loves about the villa, reading and sleeping, having the time of his life. But Lana being so much younger is at times somewhat bored. However, she's most tolerant with her elderly husband and does her best to be satisfied with his idea of happiness. Then early one morning, Gregory flies up to New York and returns in the evening. Well, Lana, I'm back. Gregory, so soon. I didn't really expect you this early. No. Well, it's a quick trip by plane. Good weather all the way. How did you find things at the office? Running along as though I'd never left the place. That's good. Well, the business left to run without me from now on, darling. Without you? That's right. I'm through with it. You mean you're not going back? Nope. I've sold out to another firm. Gregory, you don't mean it. I do mean it. It didn't take an hour. I had several good offers, so I took the best one. Closed the deal, signed the papers and said goodbye to the whole thing. And what are you going to do now? Oh, I don't know. Take it easy. Travel around as much as we can and look for a place to settle down. Maybe a farm or a ranch. You'd like that, Lana. A farm? Well, it doesn't have to be a farm, just some place where I can putter about with a few flowers and maybe a little garden. Putter about? Oh, we'll find a place and we'll keep going till we do. Gregory? Yes, dear? What's wrong with this place? This place? Yes, it's secluded. There's plenty of ground for you to grow things and putter about. Why not this place? Well, I hadn't thought about this villa, but I suppose it would be all right. I'm sure it would be the very thing. You may travel the country over and never find another spot so nice as this. Well, maybe not. Do you like it here? Yes, I like the quiet and the sea. It's very restful. Well, maybe it isn't for sale. You could find out. You sure you'd like to stay here? Yes, Gregory. I'm sure I would. Well, then I'll see the local agent in the morning. Yes, Gregory. Oh, by the way, aren't you driving in tomorrow to the hairdressers? Yes. Well, then why don't you see the agent? I? But I wouldn't know how to handle it. Oh, of course you would. If the place is for sale, take an option on it. And perhaps it would be best to lease it for a year with an option to purchase. That's simple enough. I don't know what the place is worth. Well, offer him 75,000. But if it comes to a showdown, I'd be willing to pay 100,000. There's a lot of land here. Very well, I'll talk to him. Who owns the villa? Oh, I don't know. It's part of a huge estate. I don't think anyone lived here very much. You know, at first I was depressed here. There seemed to be something about this villa that made me feel so alone, sort of melancholy feeling. But it's apparently worn off, and I'd like to own the place. Well, then we will, by all means. What did you tell your associates at the office? Oh, I just said so long that they probably wouldn't see me again for a long time because I was just going to travel around the country for a while. That's good. At least you won't have your mind on business from now on. Nope, nothing but rest and putter about in the sun. Well, dinner's ready, if you are. I'm famished, darling. Well, Mrs. Helman, the villa is for sale. It's been up for sale for quite a spell. What do they ask? They haven't set a price. What do you offer? 75,000? Well, that's somewhat in line. I think that would be accepted. Where's the owner? How soon could you contact him? Well, that's trouble. I don't know where he is just now. He's been running around all over the country. Why did you take an option? Well, I'd rather lease the place for a year with an option to buy at any time. Fair enough. Lease for a year with an option to buy. I'll make up the lease and the option. You better put up 10% on the option. That'd be 7,500. Very well. I'll give you a check. Good. I'm sure this will go through because the owner wants to get rid of the place. Hasn't been here in two years. Why does the owner want to get rid of it? I don't know. That's too many other places, I guess. Well, it's yours for a year, anyway. If you're confident, he'll accept. I know he will. Don't you worry about that. Thank you, Mr. Blodgers. Thank you. This will make me a nice commission. I've been trying to settle the villa for several years and this is the first offer I've had. I see. So let's take a few minutes, Ms. Hellman, to draw up the papers. Then six months passed by. Six months during which Lana became more and more bored with her elderly husband and his puttering about in the garden. There were harsh words about it and so they closed the villa. Gregory left and Lana took a plane for Mexico City and there she ran into, of all people, young Paul Garson. Why, Lana, what on earth are you doing in Mexico City? Oh, nothing in particular. Well, I'm certainly glad to see you. Oh, you poor... Yes. And now I, I guess now is the time to apologize for the way I acted when you ditched me. You don't need to apologize, Paul. I wish I had listened to you. What? Didn't you and marriage work out right? No. Oh, what happened? Oh, I just couldn't stand it any longer. I was bored within an inch of my life, so I up and left him. Left him? Well, no, no, no, not exactly that. He left me too. We just left each other. He went away and I came down here. Well, why down here? To get a divorce. Oh, Lana, a divorce? Did you get it? I did. What happened to your husband? I don't know. He, he was notified, but he didn't contest it. He didn't even answer the charges. Incompatibility? Yes. Did you ask for a property settlement? No. Well, why not? Well, because he'd already signed over half his cash assets to me and several other articles, so I felt that was enough to take care of me for a long while. I, I just couldn't go on, Paul. I just couldn't. No. He was so much older than I. He was ready to settle down in an armchair and sit the rest of his life away. I just couldn't do that. I understand, dear. You're wide awake, Lana. You're just starting. I know how it must have been. Oh, he was nice enough, but I just couldn't go on. I just couldn't be 50. Lana, dear, can you forgive me for saying the things I did? Yes, Paul. I was so much in love with you that, well, I thought I couldn't live without you. But you have, Paul. Haven't you? No, Lana. No, I haven't. I've banged around all over this hemisphere since you turned me down, and I haven't been happy one single moment. Haven't you, Paul? No, dear. No, not until, until this very moment. Oh, I'm sorry. So sorry. I made a big mistake. You did? Yes. I should have married you. Then why didn't you? Well, I'll tell you, this is a confession. As a child, I lived in poverty. Everything I had was a hand made down. My father never earned his salt. My mother was always in need. So I made up my mind that love wasn't worth it, that I would sacrifice love for the things I felt I deserved. So you turned me down for this man, Helman, because he could give you the things you've always wanted. Yes. Well, how did you know that I couldn't have given you those things? How did I know you could, you didn't indicate that? Oh, I took you to cheap little cafes. I was apparently penny pitching, but it wasn't necessary. What? No. Why, every girl I knew was after me for my money. That's why, when I found you, I acted as though I didn't have an extra dollar. I never dreamed it was money, you wanted. Oh, I loved you, Paul. I still do. But I made up my mind that I wouldn't marry a poor man. Understand? Yes, Elana, I understand. And I sympathize with you. I see now what it must have meant to you. But I have money, Elana, plenty of money. I admire you for your sacrifice you've made. You do understand, really? Yes, I do. You still love me? Yes, Paul. Then why not marry me? No reason. I'd love to if you still want me. Oh, wonderful, darling. We'll be married as soon as possible. We can be married tomorrow. Then tomorrow it is, darling. Yes, Paul. And where should we go for a honeymoon? Where would you like to go, Elana? Oh, I don't care anywhere. I'll leave that up to you. Oh, all right, darling. I know just the place. You'll love it. Cuba? No, no, not Cuba, but quite like it. Wherever you say, Paul. Oh, darling, darling. I feel as though I've been born all over again. I feel like a new man. I'm happy.  I should have known better. Oh, from now on, darling, I'll see to it that your life is filled with surprises. Never a single monotonous moment. Yes, Paul. Paul and Lana are married. And set forth on their honeymoon. Paul owns a lovely place by the sea. And there he takes Lana. But from the night they arrive, Lana has been ill. Some strange melody has come upon her. Just what no one seems to know. A doctor stands beside her bed as Paul slips into the room. How is she, doctor? Still the same. I haven't the slightest idea as long with her. But I've just given her a sedative. Are you supposed it's a climate? Oh, it could be. A sunny tropical here. Yes. Well, there's nothing more I can do. Well, run along now. Yes, and thank you, doctor. Lana. Lana. Oh, Paul. Lana, dear, what is it? What's wrong with you? Why don't you tell me? Well, I don't know what it is. I just said I want to cry all the time. I can't help it. Cry? Yes, I don't have been here. I've wanted to cry. But why, darling? I don't know, but I can't help it. Don't you like it here? I don't know, Paul. I don't know what it is. I'm afraid. Afraid of what? I don't know. Nothing in particular, but I'm afraid. You mean you'd rather leave here? Yes, well, I don't want to stay here. This is such a nice quiet place, dear. It's so restful. Where could you go that would be better for you? I don't know, but I'd rather leave. Why? I don't know why. But there must be a reason, darling. I'm frightened here. I hear things. You hear things? What things? Chainsaw and noises. I've heard nothing strange. I have. I hear them all night, and at times I have seen things. What things? Seeing things, and I won't stay here another day. Oh, Lana, I think you're just hysterical. You're letting your imagination run away with it. I'm not. I'm sick, terribly sick. But the doctor doesn't know what's wrong with you. Paul, please take me away from here. I don't like this lonely old place. I've always been frightened of being lonely. That's what it is. It's too quiet here, too alone. If you don't take me away, I'll leave by myself. Now, now, now. Don't get yourself so excited. Please. The doctor has given you a sedative, dear. Now go to sleep. You'll be all right in the morning. And then we'll take a walk over to the estate. Now, please, darling, please try to sleep, Lana. All right, Paul. I'll try. I'll try. Apparently, you are allergic to big houses, big, silent houses. You felt somewhat like this once before when you were with Gregory. Remember? That house made you feel sad and melancholy. Now the night has passed and the morning has come. Paul has a visitor in the library. I've been trying for many months to get in touch with you, Mr. Garson. I heard you left the state. Yes, yes. I was in Mexico City. I'm surprised you learned you were back here. Oh, why surprised? Well, although no one's been living here for several months, the party holds a lease on the place. Oh, I didn't know that. Yep, they took an option to buy it. They did? Yes, sir. So who you can see that you're sort of trespassing. Oh, well, no one is being inconvenienced. Not exactly. What did the party offer for the place? 75,000. Well, that's fair enough, but I don't want to sell. What? No, no, I've changed my mind. I want to keep the place. Keep it? But Mr. Garson, I have practically made the deal.  Oh, did the party make a deposit? Yes. Then return the deposit with my apologies. But I've worked hard for two years or more trying to sell this place, and now you back down on it. Well, what would your commission have been? Well, 3750 dollars. Very well. I'll give you the 3750, but call off the deal. I prefer to retain ownership. Yes, yes, yes, of course. Thank you very much, Mr. Garson. That's my kind of you. Oh, yes, sir. Well, what is that hammering? Is that noise? Hammering, my dear, why? That's the workman. Workman? Yes, I'm having the place completely renovated, darling, from the garret to the seller and all for you. Well, you'll love it when it's finished. I see. You should be in bed, darling. Oh, yes, Paula. Well, the hammering made me so nervous, sir. I wondered what it was. I'll run along. Sorry to disturb you. Well, Mr. Project, I think that you'd better... Mr. Project? What? Well, what's wrong with you, sir? I... I... You're as wide as a sheet, man. Are you ill? Who... who is that woman? What? That's my wife. You're her wife? Yes. Well, I... How long have you known her? Oh, for a long time, several years now. I see. What? What are you trying to say? Mr. Garson, I... I don't understand it, but that is the woman who wants to buy this house. What? Do you know what you're talking about? She's the one who took the lease and an option to buy. Oh, you must be out of your head, my wife. That woman lived here for seven months. With her husband. With her... Live... here? Yes, sir. And they closed the place up and she came to me and... said they were leaving for a while, but to go ahead with the deal. Are you sure? Yes. What was the woman's name? Mrs. Gregory Hellman. I see. Well, you've got to run along now, Mr. Project. I'll see you in a day or so. Oh, yes. Yes, sir, of course. Good day, sir. Yes, good day, Mr. Project. Good day, Mr. Project. Lana, what are you doing? I'm packing. If you won't take me away from here, I'll go alone. But Lana, why should you leave? I won't stay here another minute. Why not, darling? Why not? I don't know. I have no real reason, but I... Well, I just don't like it here and I won't stay. I don't understand you, Lana. It doesn't matter. I'm leaving now. All right. All right, Lana. If you insist, you may go. Sorry, Paul, but I... Yes? Oh, Mr. Garshan. Mr. Garshan. Yes, yes, yes. What is it? We've been working in the cellar. Yes? You better come down there, Mr. Garshan. Why? Three years. We just uncovered a body. A buried body? Yes, buried in the cellar floor. Body? You better stay here, Lana. I'll not be long. Yes, Paul. Yes. Paul accompanies the workman to the cellar. Examine the body buried in the dirt floor. Call the police. And several hours later, he's talking with a detective in the living room. Well, there's no doubt about it. It's the body of Gregory Hellman. Oh, no. No. What do you mean, no? Well, it can't be. How could it be? Mr. Blodgett, you were the agent for this estate. Did you ever rent this house to Mr. Hellman? Why, uh... Go ahead, Blodgett. Go ahead. Tell the truth. No, I didn't. I never saw Mr. Hellman. The house was rented by another agent in New York. But it was rented to Gregory Hellman. You never saw Mr. Hellman? No. But, uh... But why? I... Well... Go ahead, Blodgett. I knew Mrs. Hellman. Mrs. Hellman? And where is she? That woman is Mrs. Hellman. This woman? But I thought she was Mrs. Garson. She used to be Mrs. Hellman. She came to me and wanted to buy the place. Took a year's lease with an option to buy and made a substantial deposit. That right? Yes. That's true. I did. I... I was Mrs. Hellman. But I was divorced in Mexico. Divorced? Why did you get a divorce? Because Mr. Hellman and I decided to separate. We couldn't get along together. He said he was going to New York. I left first and went to Mexico. Are you sure you left here first? Well... I guess, of course, I'm sure. Why did you try to buy the place? Well, because my husband, Mr. Hellman, asked me to. Why didn't he attend to it? Well, I... I don't know. He asked me to see to it. Did you get part of the estate through this Mexican divorce? No. Mr. Hellman had given me considerable cash and property before that. Are you telling the truth, Marna? Are you? Yes. I don't believe you. From the day you arrived here, you wanted to leave. You became ill.  Now I know why. Why you were so upset. Why you wanted to get away because of what was buried in the cellar. No, Paul. No.  Then you went to Mexico. He was dead when you divorced him. No wonder he couldn't contest the case. Paul. Paul, please, please listen. I don't know who killed him. What did you say? I don't know who did it. Then you admit he was murdered. Well, I... I didn't say that. You know he was murdered. You just admitted that. Yes. Yes, but I didn't do it. I didn't. Well, lady, you might as well tell the rest of it. Yes. Yes, but I... Well, I found him dead in his room. In his room? Then who buried him in the cellar? I did. You did? Why? Why didn't you call the police? Because I was afraid. Afraid they'd think I did it. Well, why would you be afraid of that? Because of... Well, if... if they found out about me. Found out what? My... my record. Well, Mrs. Helman, or Garson, we know all about your record. Record? What do you mean record? She served the term in the state penitentiary for... I swear I didn't. I buried him. I admit that. That's why I wanted to buy the place. But I didn't kill him. I didn't... I think you did. That's why you wanted to leave here. Oh, please. Please believe me. I wanted to buy the place so no one would ever come here. So no one would ever know. But I didn't kill him. I swear. I'm sorry, Donna, but I don't believe you. Mr. Garson, where did you meet this woman? In Mexico City. Really? Didn't know her before then. What? You heard me? Oh! You didn't know her before she married Helman? Why, yes. You know her? What are you stalling about? Well, I... Yes, I did know her. That's what I thought. And you were in love with her. I wanted her to marry you. But she turned you down for Helman. What are you talking about? Are you trying to accuse me of killing Helman? That's possible. You had a motive.  I didn't even know the man. Murphy. Oh, yeah? What did you find out about Paul Garson? Well, his financial affairs weren't in any... Too good a condition. He's been trying to dispose of a lot of white elephants like this villa. I see.  I think you and Miss Lana Wallace know what this is all about. I think you're in this together. So I'm going to take you down and book you both on a charge of murder. And that's just what the officer did. Booked Lana and Paul on a charge of murder. And the case came up for trial. And Lana was convicted. And so was Paul. Yes. Paul was convicted as an accomplice. The evidence piled up against them. Lana admitted that she buried Helman's body but denied that she killed him. Paul couldn't prove where he was when Helman was murdered. And so he was convicted as an accomplice and accessory. Poor Lana. Poor Paul. They are now awaiting execution in the state penitentiary. But don't feel too badly about them because I know the truth. I know what really happened. When Paul learned that Lana was marrying Helman, he arranged for an agent to contact him and offer his villa for a honeymoon house. Paul himself killed Helman hoping to have the blame placed on Lana. But when nothing was heard of Helman's death, Paul followed Lana to Mexico City and enticed her back to the villa to find out what had become of Helman's body. And he found out much to his sorrow. CBS has presented The Whistler. Original music for this production was composed and conducted by Wilbur Hatch. The Whistler is written and directed by J. Donald Wilton and originates from Columbia Square in Hollywood. Next week, same time, I, The Whistler, will return to tell you another unusual tale. Good night. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.