Quiet Suicide

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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. Yes, friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, The Whistler, rated tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history.

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Quiet suicide. It was in a drab room in a commercial hotel in Chicago that Frank Reynolds finally made up his mind. And in a curious way it was quite appropriate that the decision should come to him there. Partway between Los Angeles and New York.

Partway between two lives. He'd known from the first of course that a showdown was was inevitable sooner or later. But as time went on, he began to recognize the desperate form the showdown would take. He came to realize that the only way out was murder. The train tickets were in his pocket. His bags were packed ready to go when he picked up the phone.

This is Mr. Reynolds in room 617. I'd like to call New York. Mrs. Frank Reynolds. Long island eight nine oh three eight that's right i have a call for you from los angeles and look i'm calling you are just a moment of rhetoric militant how did you calling i had to call you i know you'd be staying there