Rebound

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 Signal Oil Program?

So, Quistler, signal the famous Go Father gasoline invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story. By the Quistler. 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 shadow. Hmm, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. And now for the signal oil company, the Whistler's Strange Story.

Rebound! It was early evening, and the offices of Rogers and Bowman, investment counselors, had been closed for nearly two hours. The rows of desks were deserted, and the only light slanted in through the frosted grass partition from the outer reception room.

But at the rear of the office, Henry Hutton kneeled in front of an open safe, shuffling hurriedly through a sheet of paper spread out the foreign. Finally, he selected three negotiable bonds of thousand dollar denomination.

Replace the others, and after closing the safe, started out through the open door to the reception room. Oh, Mr. Hutton. Oh, Charlie, what are you doing here? Worked late. I was just leaving. But I saw you leave at the fire.

Oh, I just went down to grab a sandwich. Came back, finished up the filing. Oh, I see. Well, that's very commendable. See you in the morning, Charlie. Sure, Mr. Hutton. Oh, Mr. Hutton. Hey, yes?

Did you, uh, lock the safe okay? Oh, naturally. Good. Just wanted you to be sure. I'm glad you're so careful, Charlie, but everything's okay. I just came back to pick up a couple of bonds of my aunts.