Maid of Honor

The signal oil program? The Whistler. That whistle is your signal for the signal oil program? The Whistler. I am the Whistler, and I know many things before 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 of which they dare not speak. Yes friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, the Whistler, rated by independent research the most popular West Coast program in radio history.

In gasoline, you know, it takes extra quality to go father, and Signal is the famous go father, gasoline. So look for the signal circle sign in yellow and black that identifies signal service stations from Canada to Mexico.

And now the Whistler's strange story. Made of honor. It was mid-morning when a lane left Nancy's apartment in the suburbs and began the unbearable taxi ride across the city to Elmwood. The traffic was slowed down by a late February drizzle and the clamoring horns grinding gears and climbing signal bells played along the raw edges of her nerves.

Driver can't you take another route? Can't you get out of this some way? All right, ma'am, you said you were in a hurry, in the fastest way to help. What's right through the center of town?

Zileen back against the seat heavily, trying to relax so she could go over the whole scheme once more in her mind. The message, the phone called an ancy. Each incident had to fall into place like a scene from one of the thousands of radio scripts she'd read before the microphone.

For Elaine Brand was a radio actress and a great one. And she knew that each reaction, every word she said from now on, had to be convinced. Because above all, no one must ever guess the truth.