Man in the Storm

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 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 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.

Man in the storm. The storm had been raging for two days. A solid downpour. Overflooding the storm drain, inundating town after town, particularly Groves Landing, where the fury of its violence seemed to center. The river, which usually wound around Groves Landing so caressingly, had turned into an overflowing uncontrollable force.

The townspeople lining the banks with hastily filled sandbags, had the assistance of a group of soldiers and army engineers. Engineers rushed to the area at the request of the government, but it was a losing battle.

The rushing floodwaters were winning, even now threatening to sweep away the town recreation center, a building placed precariously close to the river's edge. Some of the men were giving up in spite of the excited shouted orders they received from one man, who was working waist deep in the mire, struggling tirelessly as if possessed.

He kept on as the others withdrew. Please! Almost failed a look up, but listen, as someone shouted to him over the tumult. But at last he did respond and waited in toward the bank. Please!