You Cant Trust a Stranger

And now stay tuned for the program that has rated tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history. The Signal Oil Program. The Whistler. Signal. 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.

You can't trust a stranger. As you walk down the crowded corridor from the District Attorney's office, you can feel the stairs and hear the whispers. There's Frank Maloy. He's getting out, but not for long.

It's costing you ten thousand dollars to walk out that front door, but it's worth it, isn't it Frank? Because you have a plan. At least part of one. Yes. You reach the front entrance, push open the heavy door, and go out into the street.

There at the curb you recognize the long yellow convertible and the attractive blonde sitting inside. He slides over as you slip in behind the wheel. In again, out again. Yeah. How was jail this time?

Way off, Evian. When I read in the papers, they're gonna put you away for a long, long time after the small formality of a trial. Well, don't believe everything you read. I'm not going on trial.

You won't? No. I'm not gonna be around long enough to give my chance. You're gonna jump, babe. That's exactly what I'm gonna do. You lose your $10,000 bond. Doesn't matter. I've got plenty and it's put away where I can get at it and now hurry.