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And now stay tuned for the program that is 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 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. Last message! Only a few days before Dave Leonard had told himself that there was no place quite like San Francisco. It was thrilling to be a part of it. The hill, the bay, the clanging cable cars.

Only a few days before Dave had been happy with his job, his surroundings, his home and his wife. And now suddenly that was all changed wiped away somehow. The city was a frightening place. His job, something that was threatened.

His home, his wife, and things that he must give up be put behind him as rapidly as possible as they be threatened too. And that was why Dave walked down Geary Street and across Powell to the airline's office.

Inside he approached the ticket window and asked for space on the very next plane for Los Angeles. Here you are. 1346. Thank you. Is the flight on schedule? Will I be able to get away soon?

The limousine for the airport will be loading in 20 minutes, Mr. Leonard. Oh. You'll be on your way by, let's see, 430. 430? Good. How long? Hello, Dave. Have you gone somewhere? I, uh... Yes.