Whirlpool

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.

So the famous Go-Father Gatsley invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler. And the Whistler. And I know many things, or I walk by night.

I know many strange tales, hidden in the hearts of men and women, was tested to be shadowed. Hmm, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not steal. And now, for the fictional oil company, the Whistler Strange Store.

Whirlpool, Marty South wasn't sure when it began. But too much like walking in the middle of a nightmare, and then remaining, living, the shipwrecked the confusion was all there again, Coming back to him, but slowly, hastily, knew the spring buzzing mighty near, precious, the sound of the scene, world full of confusion.

World full of voices. Voices, in closer, in closer, in focus. Those few swift minutes before the ship peeled over on its side,

before he leaped for the light, for the mist. There was a girl, there was a girl standing in a companion way just outside her cabin. Ma, do you remember their face? Their fair skin? Her clear eyes wild?

Is he sheltered out of frantically? Don't stand there. Get up with the desk delightful. Folks, oh, you ain't found it. Wait a minute. Is anybody inside in the cabin? Dad, no! No, I'm alone. You go on.

Up those stairs. There isn't much time. That's what it is.

No. No, I don't have it. Stop, Ma. The protest dying in the throat which you struggle up to one elbow. Look toward the door. It's the scene goes. The one you face in the companion way and shouted at.