Saturday Night

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.

Signal, the famous Go Father 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's strange story.

Saturday night, to the staff on duty at the small hospital in an inland town 100 miles east of Los Angeles. Sunday nights was much like any other night, except that Sunday was to follow, and most of the staff had 24 hours of leisure to look forward to.

The attractive girl at the reception desk looked longly at her wristwatch, and then glanced up as the sound of descending footsteps focused her attention on the stairway, crossed the lobby. A moment later, Dr. Neil Latham, one of the interns.

Go casually to the desk. I thought I'd come down for a little breather. Kind of slow to night planning. Is that bad for Saturday night? No. It's OK by me. Oh, it just means fine.

I got two hours sleep today. And eight hours in front of me here at this desk. Well, that's too bad, Pat. When you're on the night shift, you'll never see your grandchildren if you keep that up.

Oh, I couldn't sleep today. I had so many things to do. You know how sad her day is. Good night, Patty. Hope you'll have a pleasant Sunday. Oh, thank you, Dr. Peters. Same to you.