Jackson Street Affair

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, go Whistler.

Signal, a famous go-father, gasoline, invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler. And 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, the Jackson Street Affair.

She paced nervously, anxiously, back and forth across the thin carpeting of the parlor and the house on Upper Jackson Street. A roaming house now, the ancient three-story structure had seen far better days, standing as it had through so much of the history and lore of Old San Francisco.

But this was present day San Francisco, and Catherine Marley, 30-ish dark head, wasn't thinking of the distant past. Rather, she was worrying about the immediate future. She was worrying so much that when she sat down to light a cigarette, her hands shook.

And when the doorbell sounded she almost leaped from the chair and then hurried to answer the ring. I'm coming. The trunk is right here in the hall. You can just... Oh, you're not... Rawlings is the name. Fred Rawlings, I just saw your vacancy sign here.

Oh, yes, yes, of course. I thought you were from the transfer company. Oh, no, no. I'm from the Brisbane Star out of Australia. Merchant Marineman, radio operator. Now, about the room. Come in. Well, I hadn't hoped to be so lucky, ma'am.