Hit and Run

And now stay tuned for the Mystery Program that is unique among all Mystery Programs, because even when you know who is guilty, you always receive a startling surprise at the final curtain. In the Signal Oil Program, the Whistler.

Signal, the famous Go Father Gasly, 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. Hit and run. It was a quiet night for San Francisco, almost too quiet.

The fog, drifting in from the Pacific, it hung lazily over the city streets at first, then settled down heavily, thicker and thicker, blotting out everything. There was something ominous about it, even to an old San Franciscan-like killer again, and although he wouldn't admit it even to himself, he was wavering.

Milrud's nervousness, when he'd stopped by to pick her up, made it worse. Here it was, he kept telling himself, the moment they'd both been waiting for, planning for, for so many months. The moment when she'd make the break with her husband once and for all, pack her bag and go away with Hillary. Yet something felt wrong somewhere. Maybe

it was the fog, the stillness. All right, Hillary. I guess we're ready. I put your bags in the bag, dear. Do you leave a note? Yes, you ought to be home in a minute. Oh, probably in a bar somewhere. Come on, let's go. Oh, it's a matter.