With My Own Eyes

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.

And now the Whistler's strange story with my own eyes. Although it was passed for, the Florida sun was hot and blinding. And Christine wished for the 20th time she hadn't left her dark glasses back at the hotel.

She wished too that she weren't so tired of walking, that the New York doctor would prescribed a rest for her and had sense enough not to recommend Florida at the height of the winter season. And she wished fervently that somewhere in Crescent Bay she'd find a place to live at something less than twenty dollars a day. It was despondency more than anything

else that made her stop before the big house with a tall white wall around it. Look down the walk to the door and decide to give it a try. It was a big house. There must be extra rooms and they couldn't do more than say no.

Yes? Well, I'm sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me. You see, my doctor has ordered me here for my health. I arrived day before yesterday, at least. Come in, I've...