Masquerade

The Signal Oil Program? The Whistler. Yesterday, the Whistler visited the Jack Benny Program, where Mr. Benny sounded something like this. I am the Fiddler. As always, Mr. Benny, themed by the real Whistler, will sound like this.

That whistle 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 shadows.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes, friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, The Whistler, rated by independent research the most popular West Coast program. In gasoline, you know, it takes extra quality to go farther.

And signal is the famous go farther gasoline. So look for the signal circle sign in yellow and black that identifies signal service stations from Canada to Mexico. And now the Whister Strange story. Mascarae. There was a strange tenth silence in the room, broken only occasionally by the sound of the whirring Let tables downstairs, and the muffled cries of the croopiers.

Sam Baxter was serious this time, deadly serious. Irene could tell it by the nervous habit he had of blinking his eyes, cold, gray, heartless eyes, stabbing at her now as she sat in the chair across the room.

It was like Sam, she told herself, to tackle it this way. To sit there quietly for minutes on end and let the silence work for him, she was almost ready to scream when he finally spoke.

You've been hittin' it pretty lucky, Irene. How much you winnin' then? Go ask your cashier. I hate to see that. Gamlund's an awful vice, no one encourages you. I made a pretty good living at it.