Whirlwind

And now stay tuned for the Mystery Program that is unique among all Mystery Programs. 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.

Signal the famous Go Father gasoline invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler. and 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.

Quirl wind. The first blue of evening shade at the eastern sky, and the lights began to blink on in the city of the angels. In a comfortable Beverly Hills apartment, Lionel James stood before a full-length mirror, completing his teagious ritual of dressing for the night's activities.

While across the room, his wife Edith sat patiently appraising him, and then sat up rigid as an ambulance blared through the street below. We'll find some other street to travel on. Here's a trifle annoying.

You're leaving soon? In a few minutes. Oh, what did the doctor say? Nothing much, Ronald. To stay quiet as much as possible. That's good advice. Regaining your strength after a burst of appendix takes time.

I know, but staying in so much as driving me to distraction. I wasn't so lonely when the hubbards were living upstairs. But now... Somebody will be moving in in a few days. Oh, good heavens, what was that?

Alley cat. Oh. Certainly getting sensitive to noise is I jump at the side of sound. Well, another few weeks. Oh, uh, my Tyler got right. Fine. Why do you have to leave so early? Have an interview scheduled with a new actress.