Clock on the Tower

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's strange story, the clock on the tower. After a dismal breakfast, Joe Brill stood silently smoking a cigarette, Staring through the narrow window of his prison cell at the big electric clock on the tower of the mercantile building a few blocks away.

Joe had once believed that the plesenter the circumstances the more rapid the passage of time, but now he knew otherwise. The eight weeks since he'd been tried, convicted and sentenced to death for the murder of his wife Martha, had passed with incredible speed.

And as he watched the hands of the big tower clock, he could hear its ticking in his mind's ear. It's clearly as though it were inches away. 20 hours of life. That's all that's left, Joe.

Just 20 short hours. For unless a miracle happens, you'll enter the gas chamber at four o'clock tomorrow morning. As you continue to stare in hypnotic fascination at the clock, the sound of footsteps in the prison corridor causes you to turn quickly around. Your attorney here to see you, Joe.