Murder of Byron Blake

And now stay tuned for the mystery program that is unique among all mystery programs. Because even when you know who is guilty, you always receive a startling surprise at the final curtain. In the signal oil program, the Whistler.

The famous Go Father gasoline invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by 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 had stepped into the shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. And now, transcribed for the signal oil company, the Whistler's strange story, the murder of Byron Blake. It was well past the lunch hour, and the little restaurant on 56th Street was almost deserted.

Except for the corner table near the window, where Julie Lang and Gus Hackett sat talking over their coffee cup. Julie? Yes. Gotta eat something. You didn't touch your lunch. I... I don't feel like eating.

I'm so proud of you. The AF's death penalty, the killer of Byron Blake. It's from a sentence, Byron Blake. Gus. Yes, Julie? I could use a cigarette. Oh, sure. Feel any better? I guess so, I...

He'd do understand, Gus. I'm sorry to be... Of course I understand, darling. I don't feel much like talking yet. I just want to be quiet and think of it. And sitting in the little restaurant, Julie Lang had a lot to think about.

She was grateful for its quiet, a kind of sanctuary in the middle of a mass of howling headlines and hammering police officials. For although the current furore concerned Leo Sandes, Julie had been in the very center of the situation since that moment when Leo Sanders unexpectedly ended her life Two months ago at a party