New Mrs Devlin

And now stay tuned for the Mystery Program that is unique among all Mystery Program because even when you know who's guilty, you always receive a startling surprise at the final curtain. In the Signal Oil Program, the Whistler A Shai-ki-an-me-el Signal, Signal, Signal, Signal, a famous go-father gasoline invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler.

For extra driving pleasure, the Signal to look for is the yellow and black circle sign that identifies Signal service stations from Canada to Mexico. And for Sunday evening listening pleasure, the Signal to listen for is this whistle that identifies 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 shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

And now the Whistler's strange story, the new Mrs. Devlin. Darkness had fallen over the Monterey coast, as Kenneth Devlin turned the convertible off the highway. Swung the car around in a half-arc and then backed it into the dense shadows and turned off the motor as He sat there in the darkness waiting his eyes never left the rambling two-story house

In the distance he could hear the pounding of the surf and then suddenly close by another sound the ringing of a telephone Yes, you're playing is working. You lean forward. See a figure move past the lighted kitchen window Then another light wings on and you step out of the car and run toward the house.

You pause at the back door for a moment and then quietly slip inside. All right, Miss Laurel, but you better get a pencil and write this down. You have one, fine. You stop at the foot of the stairs, don't you, Kim?