Custom-Made Murder

And now stay tuned for a 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 Gasly, invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler.

I'm 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. Custom made murder. David Price gripped the wheel of his speeding automobile firm, and the Grim said in his jaw matched the tightly building pressure within.

He was oblivious to the heavy rains splattering against the windsheen. Oblivious to the danger of the storm swept Tyler. He was too preoccupied with the anger welling around inside it. Anger at his wife's older sister Harry just arrived for one of her frequent visits and her brilliant success in the style world.

David could accept Harry's mother, in fact he often did, in generous amount, but he couldn't accept her, even for a short time. Harriet had always wanted David's wife, Margaret, to exploit her skill as a designer, or, so she said.

Actually, David fell. She'd always wanted Margaret to divorce her. For marrying David was the one thing Margaret had ever done without Harriet's supervision and approval. Now David swung the car off the highway into the driveway, under the car port.

A moment later, he was letting himself into the house. of the house. You must have driven very fast. My achy, my good, was your sister. There aren't you even going to kiss me? Fine, greeting.