Still Death

And now for the signal oil program, the Whistler. The mystery program that is unique among all mystery programs. Because you know who's guilty. You see, his every move. You know his complete plans, even his innermost thoughts.

Yet the final curtain always brings a startling surprise. In the signal oil program, the Whistler. That whistle is your signal for the signal oil program, the Whistler. I am a 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 shadow. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes, friends, it's the Whistler for the tops in entertainment.

And for the tops in gasoline quality, it's signal. It takes extra quality, you know, to give you extra mileage. And signal is the famous go-far there, gasoline. So look for the signal circle sign in yellow and black that identifies friendly independent signal stations from Canada to Mexico.

And now the Whistler strange story. Still bet. Even with the moonlight through the big window, the studio room seemed dark to him as he let himself in quickly and lean back against the door. It was like moving in a nightmare somehow.

Everything vague out of focus. He didn't know how long he'd been standing there when it came. That soft knock on the door. He didn't even hear it at first. Didn't respond. Until it was repeated urgently, demandingly.

Then he came out of his days sufficiently to hurry across the studio, the easel by the window. Quickly he removed the painting, slipped it behind the desk. me turn the answer the door the man facing him with the total stranger what he called him by name Leonard Miles that's right you're standing in the dark Mr Miles oh well I was just leaving sure you mind