Clayton 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, the Whistler.

Signal the famous Go Father gasoline invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler. I am a whistle, 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, the Clayton Affair. The day, grey and overcast, matched the mood of the scene on the hill.

The old cemetery, high up over the scene, a swirling mist moving in and out among those gathered for the services. The last rites, last respects to be paid by the little crowd of townsfolk, who had known and loved Jeff Clayton, killed in the prime of life.

The remnants of Jeff Clayton's family were there too, mother Clayton, Jim, Jeff's older brother, Lenee the youngest brother, cousin Freddie, and of course Jeff's attractive young widow, Artith Clayton. She seemed least able to bear up under the ordeal, even was supported by the menfolk until the services were over and they were all back at the house, the stately

old Clayton mansion on the trip. Only then could Artith begin to control her grief. Oh, cut it out out of it. It's over. It's all over. He's gone. My brother's gone. No, brother. He was my husband, Jim.