Gentle Way

The Signal Oil Program? The Whistler? At Whistler? 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. But first, an important announcement. There will be no Whistler next Monday. The next Whistler will come to you a week from Wednesday, July 2nd, and every Wednesday thereafter, same hour, same station.

Only the day will change. Remember, instead of Monday, the Whistler will come to you on Wednesdays hereafter. And now the Whisper's strange story. The gentle way. The clock on the white wall showed a quarter to twelve.

A half hour since Bruce Rimer had arrived in response to the summoning. He was nervous now, unable to concentrate any longer on the scientific journals on the table beside his chair. It wasn't like Dr. Fenshaw to keep him waiting this way.

something in the man's voice had told him there was important news, that for the first time in the eleven years, since Bruce Rimer had come to the Barker Institute of Biological Research, he was about to get a break, and it had been a long time coming.

Yes, Rimer was a patient man, but there were moments during those eleven years when it looked like the breaks would never come, when he was forced to stand on the sideline, smile politely, congratulate the new younger man who came and worked and picked the fat promotion.