Cliffs at Weyrum

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 the famous Go Father gasoline, invite you to sit back and enjoy another strange story. By the Whistler. I am the Whistler. And I know many things, where 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, the Cliffs at Wayroom.

The early morning fog moved in and about the scene in swirling misty patches. Beneath it, adding its own lonely rhythm of sound was the scene. The cliffs rose high above, dominating at all. But Paul Galvin and the sheriff were oblivious to the cliffs, the weather and the sound of the sea.

Their attentions were focused on the still limp form of the man who had been, Mario Levetti. Paul Galvin had made the discovery and sent for the sheriff. Hmm. Mario Levetti. Have you heard the name, Paul?

No, he's a complete stranger to me. I'm sure he's a complete stranger to the village of Warham, too. I know it's odd that he'd come here to kill himself. Well, it could have been an accident, I suppose.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, it looks like he fell from a spot very close to your place. Paul was Mr. Garvin expecting anyone last night? Any visitors? Uncle Kurt? No, not that I know of, Sheriff. Of course, you can come up to the house, and we'll ask him.