Clay Tree

And now stay tuned for the Mystery Program that is unique among all Mystery Program. 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 Gasly invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story. By the Whistler. I am the Whistler. And I know many things, before 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.

The Clay Tree. Russ Thompson's movement for quiet quiet, his steps slow and even as he paced back and forth across the wide corridor. Outside the approaching storm was creeping closer. Restwood stop-cation. Look up to where the winding heavy rail staircase disappeared to the floor above.

It was almost as if he could see what was going on up there. An old alvira clays bedroom. The doctor checking Elvira's fading pulse. Jennifer Clay, Elvira's knee, looking on. You start to pace again, right?

And then stop as Elvira's attorney, J. Steblin, sighs softly from his position in the big wing chair across the living room. What do you think, Chase? You think the doctor's right, then Elvira won't let?

He's older, very old, quite tired. Oh. I wish Jennifer would come down, let us know. You heard the doctor's last report? Your attitude, Russ. What about it? Most admirable. I know you've always brought a lot of the clays.

I mean far beyond your management of their land and holdings. I've tried to do what's right. You've done nobody. Even this feeling about Feral Alvaira. Raw, it isn't as if she didn't live a good long life.