High Death

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 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 Yes friends, it's time for the Whistler rated by independent research the most popular West Coast program in radio history Now the Whistler strange story

I Death there are strange paradoxes in the night the night itself is a paradox The same darkness that promises sleep and peace in a brighter tomorrow also offers wakeful torment while disjointed thoughts that sometimes twist and turn until they fit into a pattern.

And that pattern born of night is murder. Jim Mason woke with a start. The big room was flooded with moonlight, and for a moment he blinked dazedly at the unfamiliar surroundings. He stared for a moment through the huge plate glass windows saw the towering snow-capped peeps resplendent in the moon washed night and then he looked down at Laura his wife

lying beside him and he realized what had wakened Laura was moaning in her sleep suddenly she jerked convulsively sat bold upright in bed her eyes wide and No, no, no, please, please don't. You'll kill me. You'll kill me. Laura. Laura.

Jim, don't. Please don't do it. Laura, what is it? What's wrong? I'm not going to hurt you. Oh, what? Jim, what is it? You must have been dreaming Laura. A bad one. Oh, just a dream. Oh, thank heaven. It's horrible, Jim. I was dreaming that...