Farewell Party

And now for the radio program that has rated tops and popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program. The mystery program that is unique among all mystery programs. And I'll tell you why.

It's because you know who's guilty. You see, his every move, you know his complete plans, even his innermost thoughts. Yet the final curtain always brings a startling surprise. In the signal oil program, the Whistler.

Whistler is your signal for the signal oil program. The Whistler. I am 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 shadow. Yes. I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

Yes, friends, it's the Whistler for the tops in entertainment. And for the tops in gasoline quality, it's signal. It takes extra quality, you know, to give you extra mileage. And signal is the famous Go Father gasoline.

So look for the signal circle sign in yellow and black that identifies friendly independent signal stations from Canada to Mexico. And now the Whistler Strange story. Farewell, party! The gay, laughing crowd at the steamer dock hardly noticed the young woman in the smartly tailored gray suit that she half ran up the gangplank under the glare of the floodlight.

Outwardly she appeared calm. In spite of the fact that the cold hand of panic was tightening around her heart, Julia Chandler shuttered slightly as she stepped on the deck. Julia had made up her mind.

In a few minutes she was going to kill a man. There was nothing else she could do, and it would be very simple. On the final blast of the ship's all ashore whistle, she would pull the trigger.