Package for Emily

That whistle is your signal for the signal oil program, the Whistler. The mystery program that is unique among all mystery programs. Because you know who's guilty. You see, here's every move. You know his complete plan.

Yet the final curtain always brings a startling surprise. In the signal oil program, 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 shadow.

Hmm. I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes, friends, it's the Whistler for tops and entertainment. And for tops in gasoline quality, it's signal. It takes extra quality, you know, to give you extra mileage.

And signal is the famous Go farther gasoline. So look for the signal circle sign in yellow and black that identifies friendly independent signal station from Canada to Mexico. And all the Whistler Strange story. Package for Emily.

As the grey convertible raced along the storm dark and country road, Vivian Sedgwick leaned forward at the wheel, peered through the rain pounding against the windshield. Her arms ached from the strain of steady relentless driving, but not once did she slacken her speed.

Even as the car skidded around the curb, She turned into the main highway that ran parallel to the railroad tracks. Her foot remained on the accelerator, down as far as it would go. Nervously she glanced the clock in the dashboard.

It was almost three o'clock, four hours since she left ever green lodge in Lake Arrowhead. Four long harrowing hours. If she kept up this speed, she could reach porters crossing by 320. And then it would be only a matter of minutes to porter town and finally setchwick house.