Night Flight

And now stay tuned for the program that has rated tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history. 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.

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 shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

And now for the signal oil company, the Whistler is strange story. Night flight. It was early evening, but the man sitting in the corner booth with Kelly Owen had entered the hotel cocktail lounge in the early afternoon, and he was beginning to show it.

He'd taken a liking to Kelly when he found out that he too was a flyer. As for Kelly, he wasn't in a mood for liking anyone. But his present situation of unemployment made him more than mildly interested in what the stranger had to say.

You even find yourself willing to gamble a bit, don't you, Kelly? Spend part of the few dollars in your pocket on more drinks, In the hope that you'll pick up some profitable information. Yes, so cute.

If I ever made that happen, well, I've flown freight back and forth across the Pacific so many times I think I can swim a little around my back. You are dead, honey. One of the great bourbon and one scutcheons.

Yes, well, that's it. It's $1.30. Ah, I get this one, Sam. Ooh, thank you, sir. Hey, wait a minute. What'd you do that for? I told you old Sam would hit the jackpot. I just give it.