Fatal Fraud

The Signal Oil Program. Yes, 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 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 tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history.

And Signal gasoline is tops too, tops in quality. It takes extra quality, you know, to give you extra mileage. And Signal is the famous go-forter gasoline. So look for the Signal Circle sign in yellow and black that identifies independently operated signal station from Canada to Mexico. And now the Whistler Strange story. Fatal,

fraud. The questioning by the Hong Kong police was brief. The suspect's guilt was clear, coldly clear as the murder weapon itself, and it was inevitable that it should end with an official booking for murder. But even though a conviction was a certain day, the motive and circumstances behind the crime were considerably more complex. It had started more than a week ago in a fashionable gathering

across the city, a swank social affair with smartly dressed ladies in evening gowns and jewels, gentlemen in dinner jacket, and the precise moment might have been when most of the guests adjourned to the library and listened to that well-known voice and stared at the man who spoke.

We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, that we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills, we shall never surrender. And even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island for a large part of it was subjugated and starving, then our empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded