Manhunt

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.

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, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadow. Hmm, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

And now, for the signal oil company, the Whistler's strange story. Manhunt! For over an hour, the man in the trench coat had been standing at the window of the penthouse atop the Chase Weatherly apartment building.

Staring down into the rain swept street below. The panic to fear was gone now, and his mind was functioning smoothly, efficiently. The situation was no longer completely hopeless, because out of the nightmare a solution had emerged, a bold, dangerous solution.

A fantastic plan, really, but it could work, and for him there was no choice. He had to take this one chance for survival, his own survival. the man turned, hurried across the room, stepped out into the corridor, closed the door behind him with a gloved hand and walked to the elevator.

Riding down to the lobby, he scarcely heard the words of the operator. His thoughts were concerned only with the plan he was soon to set into motion. His big gamble was almost underway. Yeah, Mr. Stevens, we should have been having lousy weather for June.