That Hemsley Affair

And now stay tuned for the program that has rated cups in popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history. The Signal Oil Program, the Whistler, signal the famous Go Father Gasoline invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler.

I'm 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.

And now for the signal oil company, the Whistler's strange story. That Hemsley affair. Little Grey blanket of fog caress the English coast. The village of Hemsley wore it like an ominous shroud, and Sarah Bolton, standing at the window of her home on the crest of the cliff, pulled her shawl closer about her shoulders as she listened to the distant baying of dogs.

Minutes later, the sound grew closer, closer, and then she heard the footsteps along the foolstone path. Hurrying again to the open window, she could see the outlines of a burly, heavily dressed man approaching the house, and the crook of his arm rested and rifled.

Sarah tremble it is not going to door hesitated and open it slightly and peered out. Why good evening Constable Howard you're so far from the village what but bring you out this way. Well there's no cause for alarm now Miss Sarah but there's been a robbery in London this very afternoon. Oh indeed. The bandit was wounded we know that a mob is bullet caught him. Well he's

been traced to this neighborhood. No. Just wondered now if you heard any noises seen anyone strange No, no constable goodness. No cause for alarm, you see. I miss this queen. You alone? Yes. This Enid's gone to the cinema without border, Mr. Pembroke.