Safety in Numbers

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, 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 time for the Signal Oil program, the Whistler, rated by independent research the most popular West Coast program. In gasoline, you know, it takes extra quality to go farther, and signal is the famous go farther 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. Safety in numbers. It was a calm night. Almost too calm.

With a thick mist hanging low over the ocean. In the distance, the occasional whale of a fog horn on the Mexican coast. A cold, lonely sound. Made Irene sort glad his arms were around it.

Thanks a little over and over again that there was someone in the world like Marty. I'm lost, Marty. It's all lost. Forget it, Angel. It won't be like this forever. I tried to talk to Tom.

He won't listen to me. He will, tonight. What do you mean, Marty? He knows I'm aboard. I, uh, I told your charming husband I had something to say to him. I don't know if you should have done that, Marty.

He won't listen to me. Please. Please, Irene. Let me handle it, will you? You don't know him. You don't know the cold, bealy way he can manage. Wait a minute. Look, Irene, please. Let's not talk about it, darling.