Treasure Hunt

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 the Whistler. And I know many things before 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. And now for the signal oil company, the Whistler's Strange Story.

Treasure hunt. Looking into the future life of Robert Bolton, and then back at that portion he's already lived, we find it neatly divided into two halves, divided by a matchstick. The first half was exciting.

He lived by his width, and because they were extraordinary width, he managed to dodge, double in his tracks like a smart football player avoiding tacklers, and keep one jump ahead of the law. The second half began when the train you were riding on pulled onto the siding in the little town of Redmond in northern California, didn't it, Robert?

You stepped off to stretch your leg, put a cigarette in your mouth, and fumbled in your pockets for a match. Finding none, you shrub. Strolled across the street to the General Merchandise Store to buy a box.

Two hundred thousand dollars at least. That's what you've been saying ever since Colonel Randolph died. They've been living on credit for five years. All every soul in town. We're never going to see one red set.