A Rose for Pamela

And now stay tuned for the program that has rated tops and popularity for a longer period of time than any other West Coast program in radio history. The Signal Oil program, the Whistler. S-I-T-N-A-L signal, signal, signal, signal, signal, signal, a famous go-father gasoline.

Invite you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler. For extra driving 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 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 the Whistler Strange story, a rose for Pamela.

The concert was progressing successfully, brilliantly. The young artist had perfect command of the keyboard at her fingertips, and the quiet inspired audience watching. This was because, like her famous father, Thomas Barrett before her, she loved music.

It was a part of her, and she felt no more nervousness than he might have had at the height of his brilliant career. one of the world's most celebrated pianists. Pamela Barrett might have felt differently, however, if she knew what was in the heart and mind of someone watching her. Yes, Pamela Barrett's touch might not have been so fine, so sure if she had the knowledge of a cold,

calculated plan for murder. It was a plan that began some time back, got an even more innocent affair, an impromptu concert at a pleasant social gathering, friends of Pamela's and of Denise Barret, her step-not. Denise was watching admiringly as Pamela played for her friends. Soft, beautiful.