Appointment for Murder

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

By the Whistler pleasure, the signal to look for is the yellow and black circle sign that identifies signal service stations from Canada to Mexico. And for Sunday evening listening pleasure, the signal to listen for is this whistle that identifies the signal oil program, the Whistler.

I am the Whistler, and I know many things, for I walk by mine. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have kept 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 for murder. The evening was crisp and dark, with only a handful of winter stars overhead, remote and distant. But the street itself reflected a quiet warmth as Harold Ellis turned into it.

Slowly, resolutely, walked past the trim, well-kept houses that lined he'd assigned. Father down the block, the lights of his home reached out in the darkness. His home and Valerie. But Harold wasn't looking ahead to the lights of his home tonight.

His gaze was detached, expressionless. This thing had been on his mind for two days. This thing in Valerie. Their marriage has been drifting for some time now, and he wasn't sure when he'd stopped loving him.

Was it quiet for each his and Valerie? as quiet as the street on which they lived. He told himself long ago that he'd never leave her. It had something to do with honor, Harold's idea of honor.