Partners in Crime

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. 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's Strange Story. Partners in crime. The fog clung in little patches of moving mist to the abrupt sides of San Francisco's telegraph hill.

The bungalow on the side of the hill seemed to clean even more precariously, Though it had hung there for years, below could be seen the twinkling lights across the bay. Inside the hillside house, the strange scene was in progress.

A man lay stretched in earthly across a couch at the far end of the living room. Elsewhere were the unmistakable evidences of a cocktail party. And through it all a strange, ominous silence. It could be sensed outside by the two people standing in the front porch.

They looked at each other and gasped in fear. Fear John smells like gas escaping. I'll not again. You don't suppose please John quickly. We've got to wake him up Open a jar Chris You hear them don't you Chris the muffle shouts and you can smell the faint oddly sweet odor of escaping gas, too