Undercurrent

And now stay tuned for the program that has rated tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history. 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.

I am the Whistler, and I know many things before I walk by night. 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.

And now for the signal oil company, the Whistler's strange story. Undercurrent. The sea was calm, and the ship, the SS Java Queen, out of Vancouver for San Francisco, was moving calmly through it smoothly, and in the vernacular all was well.

But not so, with a certain member of the cargo ship's half-dozen passengers. No. Chris Horton was anything but calm. He was obviously concerned and confused. Or as he hurried along the deck, he knew that something was wrong, very wrong, and intended to find out about it. He was deep in thought when he bumped against the

decks to it. Oh, oh sorry. It's my fault sir. Oh, look, never mind. Were you taking that tray? There were to Mr. Ashcroft's cabin. Good. You ought to be one person on board this ship and knows what he looks like. What he looks like. Well, certainly. But I just came from Ashcroft's cabin. There's a

man in there who claims he's Ashcroft. I know he isn't. Well, what do you mean? You know, I've been bringing him his meals ever since we sailed, sir. He's not a very good sailor. You know, he won't come on deck, but I'll take a look right now.