Eleventh Hour

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I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadow. Yes. I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, The Whistler, rated by independent research the most popular West Coast program in radio history.

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And now the Whistler's strange story. The eleventh hour. The clock on the black paneled wall read eleven when Lord Hemptley, presiding Chief Justice, straightened the folds of his robe, adjusted his powdered wig, and nodded curtly to the prosecuting attorney to open the case for the crown.

To the accused in the prisoner's dost the time was significant. It was the eleventh hour in more ways than one. in the courtroom knew already that the trial was strictly a British formality, that a verdict of guilty was only a matter of time. The prosecution will make it amply clear in terms of evidence

that not only is this a crime of murder, but murder of the basest sort, willful, cruel and premeditated. There is a story behind this crime, gentlemen. The story that had its beginning some weeks ago in Turkey.

A war she's making! Yes, it began in Turkey. Had one of the lovely resort hotels there, looking down on the white beach in blue water. In a way, it was the 11th hour even then, for the man who stepped up to register at the desk.