Deal with Death

The Signal Oil Program. Yes, the Signal Oil Program. The Whistler. That whistle is your signal for the Signal Oil Program. The Whistler. I'm 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 shadows.

Hmm, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes, friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, the Whistler, rated tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history.

And Signal Gasoline is tops too, tops in quality. It takes extra quality, you know, to give you extra mileage. And Signal is the famous Go Father gasoline. So look for the signal circle sign in yellow and black that identifies independently operated signal stations from Canada to Mexico.

And now the whisper strange story. Deal with death. For Scott Rainey had all began with a question. One that had been on his mind all day. And as he hurried home that evening, each step seemed to fan the fires of jealousy that burned within him.

There are always questions on Scott's mind, but this particular one had nothing to do with his work as a reporter for one of San Francisco's leading dailies. Rather, it involved his wife Evelyn and another reporter, Scott's longtime rival, a man named Matt Kriegen.

Now Scott was certain that the rivalry between them was no longer confined to the newspaper business. His wife Evelyn had been acting strangely for weeks. I've got spacer in their small apartment. He spoke quietly.

Evelyn. What is it, dear? Were you with Pregan at the El Prado bar yesterday afternoon? Why? No, Scott. Okay. Okay, Evelyn. I guess it's all pretty boring. I guess...