Local Storm

The Whistler, another signal mystery. I am the Whistler, and I 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.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Tonight, the signal oil company, marketers of signal's famous, go farther, gasoline and motor oil. Bring you another in a series of strange tales by the Whistler.

The story of the wild moors and strange people of Devon. Listen to local storm. But first I'd like to take a moment to tell you about Harry Carter, whose signal station out near one of the big-motion picture studios I visited this week.

When I asked Carrie how long he'd been serving Culver City Motorist, he replied, I've been doing business here since 1927, and some of my first customers are still with me after 17 years. One of Harry's proudest jobs is keeping a fleet of 28 studio limousines in first-class condition.

And you've never seen cars gleamed so brightly, or motors hum so sweetly. Naturally, a dealer that gives such service has lots of steady customers. To keep that sort of service going, there's Jerry Corrully, who's been helping Harry Only twelve years, and Conrad McCoy, who's been with him six years.

Well friends, like Harry Carter, all signal dealers are permanently in business for themselves, so you can depend on them for conscientious, thorough service that'll keep you satisfied year after year. Get acquainted this week with the friendly signal dealer near you.

You'll find that for sincere interest in helping your car last out the duration. cat beach or neighborhood signal oil dealer. And now, the Whistler. On the southwesterly tip of England, deep in the wild moors of Devon lies the little village of Stone Cross. Invalided Mrs. Wentworth is one of the few residents of this lonely place.