Blue Alibi

And now stay tuned for the Mystery Program that is unique among all Mystery Programs. Because even when you know who's guilty, you always receive a startling surprise at the final curtain. In the Signal Oil Program, the Whistler.

Signal, a famous go-farther gasoline, invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story. By the Whistler. And 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. And now for the signal oil company, the Whistler Strange Story, Blue Alibi.

John Sheridan knew exactly what to expect as he brought his car to a stop in front of his New England beach hall. For the brightly lighted house, the cars parked carelessly along the driveway meant just one thing.

His white edus had again invited a group of his friends over to spend the evening. As John entered the house, the music, the gay laughter, the hum of idle chatter, suddenly became more than he could bear.

Unobserved or so he sought it, he slipped into the hall, hurried to the den and shut the door. But his escape was only momentarily. Almost immediately the door opened again. Hello, he did. John, why do you insist on being deliberately offensive to our guests?

No, your guests not mine, I didn't invite them. But I did because of you. That again? Yes, that again. You may be satisfied with your salary as city treasurer and chairman of the Board of Public Works.

We get along, I'm satisfied. But I'm not. These people are important politically, they can help you, John. You could be governor in a case. Less than media. Right now keeping up my work is more important than making new political contacts.