Double Exposure

And now stay tuned for the Mystery Program that is unique among all Mystery Programs. Because even when you know who's 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 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. Double exposure. It was a summer's evening, quiet, calm, matching the gentle atmosphere of the quaint artist town of Cypress Point on the California coast.

Clint Harwell was calm too as he walked down the street heading toward the drugstore. He was calm, his mind was undisturbed at ease. Clint Harwell was all of these things before he entered the drugstore.

Yes, he could even take pleasure from the fact that the local newspaper was to run his picture in an early issue, under the heading famed architect to wed local novelist. It would be a story about the Holmes-Clinted Belt, too.

The pertinent facts about his background. And there would probably be little if any mention of the tragedy that had touched his life early last year. The accidental drowning of his wife, Corinne. In the drugstore, Clint waited with his back to the proprietor and customer that he was waiting on.

Hey, Beow, Mr. Willis. I think so, Doc. No razor blades, toothpaste, anything like that. Got them all, Doc. Well, I'll just wrap up these things for him. Be right there! Oh, no, Harry, Doc. Any more trouble with those protection racketeers, Mr. Willis?