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In the signal oil program, the Whistler. That whistle is your signal for the signal oil program, 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. I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not to speak. Yes, friends, it's the Whistler for the tops in entertainment. And for the tops in gasoline quality, it's signal. It takes extra quality, you know, to give you extra mileage. And signal is the famous go farther gasoline. You know, look for the signal circle sign in yellow and black that identifies friendly independent signal stations from Canada to Mexico. And now the Whistler strange story. Farewell, party. The gay, laughing crowd at the steamer dock hardly noticed the young woman in the sparkly tailored gray suit as she half ran up the gangplank under the glare of the floodlight. How could Lisa appear calm? In spite of the fact that the cold hand of panic was tightening around her heart. Julia Chandler shuttered slightly as she stepped on the deck. Julia had made up her mind. In a few minutes, she was going to kill a man. There was nothing else she could do, and it would be very simple. In the final blast of the ship's all ashore with her, she would pull the trigger. Then she would melt into the crowd and go ashore. The body wouldn't be discovered until the ship was at sea. As she hurried down the deck, the events that had brought her here raced through her mind. It had all begun that night a week ago, at the Club Lost Florence, where she was dancing with her husband's business partner, Ralph Ellis. So close, Ralph, this is our last evening together. Why, Judy, you surprised me? Oh, no, I don't. Why do you think I've avoided seeing you the past few weeks? The sort of thing you have to end somewhere. Oh, I suppose. Let's just say that we dance the violin together, and there's beautiful music and all that, but, um... my husband is coming home. Oh, he didn't let me know. I'm considered once-in-a-while group goes for me before business. Yes, and I'm still only a junior partner, huh? Oh, yeah. I've got to do something about that for you. Oh, it's good to have an inn with a boss. Ha-ha. Naturally, you'll bear in mind that the boss wouldn't be at all cooperative if he fought for me. I'm not a child, Judy. However, I don't think that even you can help me with a firm. I'm not sure I'm cut out for the work. I'm sure you're not cut out for any work. Always the sweet, gentle answer. Handle anything, couldn't you, Judy? Perhaps. I, uh... I wonder. Are you really tired of me, or is it that restlessness of yours again? Well, I wasn't aware that I was restless. Oh, come on, Judy. I know you better than that. You were bored with having no money, and then Bruce came along, and so you married him. I think you found out that married life could be boring too. Unfortunately, I came along. Who's taking my place, Judy? Is it that singing teacher of yours, Gregory Blaine? You're being very difficult tonight, Ralph. Ha-ha-ha. And it is the singing teacher. What does he have to offer? A career, fame, or a more exciting romance? If you don't mind, I want to leave now, Ralph. It didn't answer my question. I didn't have to, I told you. My husband is coming home. That's all there is to it. All right, Judy, I have it your way. So, wouldn't it be simpler if I just dropped you at Gregory's studio? Julia, come in my dear. I'm sorry to make it so late, Henry. But it was Ralph. I couldn't be cruel. My darling, you couldn't be cruel to anyone. Come here. Gregory. Have you heard from your husband? Yes, he's riding with me in Chicago. He's coming tomorrow. That's why I wanted to see you. Julia, you're sure there's no other way? Well, was this all through that? What about the records in it? They're right over here. Oh, I see you've been saying them over. You all right? Yes. Your voice, Julia, it is so improved. You sing with such confidence, full, rounded tones. I don't mean the music, Gregory. The little record of our voices. How they... Oh. It... It will sound as if we're right in the room. Here, I'll show you at the end of the song. Beautiful. Beautiful, my dear. Oh, thank you, Gregory. You've helped me so. Now, we will try it again. Prepare to be... Now turn it off. And you... You still want to go through with it? It's nothing else to do, Gregory. No. Not unless you've felt differently about the money. I know what I'm doing. You need that money, you know. Julia, I have enough for our both there. It's a London, at least. I have my reservation already, and once there I could give singing. You're going to give all your lessons to me. Help me study. London. Bye. Wherever you think that is there. We'll be able to afford it, Gregory. Hmm? We can even afford to sail. Oh, that couldn't happen. Not with that voice in the property. And you are separate. And... And it's over. You can go on to London, just as we said. And I'll meet you there in a month. Perhaps last. Julia, you... You don't think that anything might... Nothing will go wrong, Greg. Nothing. Nothing. We'll have to leave it. We're going to kill him. Together. To do it again. Oh. I'll... I'll be waiting to hear from you, Julia. You don't have to come back again. Just call. Oh. Gregory. Yes. Kiss me goodnight. With the prologue of farewell party. The Signal Oil Company brings you another strange story. By the Whistler. But now a prediction about a site you're going to see, oftener and oftener, the days grow warmer. Over heated cars parked at the side of the road to let their steaming radiator cool off. To make sure this annoying occurrence doesn't mar your summer driving fun, Signal service stations have three little items that will make your cooling system young again. 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Trying to discover what you really wanted out of life. But at last you've divided, and it's quite simple. A career of singing, your devoted teacher, Gregory, is your husband, and the security of wealth that will automatically be yours with the death of Bruce Camper, your present husband. It's all running through your mind as you drive home, winding up the steep grade of canyon roads, maneuvering its sharp turns. You've always hated the big house on the hill, tolerated it just as you tolerated Bruce. But it's important now, isn't it, desirable? The hill, the sharp turns over the canyon hundreds of feet below, the entire isolated city. You have to support, because it's a setting for murder, Julia. Your husband, Bruce, is murder. ♪ You sleep well last night, relaxing completely, and then spend a long time before your dressing table in the morning. You want to look well for Bruce's return, and beautiful and disarming his partner. But on the way downstairs you receive a shock. Voice is Julia. Angry voice is coming from Bruce's study across the hall. What do you think I'm doing here? You knew I'd find out, that's why. I did not know. It doesn't make any difference, I'm true with you well, for good. Have you spoken to Julia about it? Not yet. Perhaps at the surface talk it over. There's no explaining away this sort of thing, Ralph. Not to my satisfaction. After all I've done with it. I wish you'd leave. Like now. What are you planning to do? I have very little choice, I see. Alex, you want to listen, Bruce? I've heard quite enough. Now, get out of here. Julia. I'm sorry, Bruce. I couldn't help you. Look, Julia, tell him we've got to discuss it. Tell him that I'd get out, Ralph. No. Alright. I'm going. What? I don't suppose there's anything I can say, Bruce. No. I've been a fool. Won't make it any easier to discuss it. Podbean. Your message amplified. Ready to share your message with the world? Start your podcast journey with Podbean. Podbean. The AI-powered all-in-one podcast platform. Thousands of businesses and enterprises trust Podbean to launch their podcasts. Use Podbean to record your podcast. Use Podbean AI to optimize your podcast. Use Podbean AI to turn your blog into a podcast. Use Podbean to distribute your podcast everywhere. Launch your podcast on Podbean today. What does it occur to you that you might be at least partly to blame? We're in business more than half the time, leaving the way clear for Ralph. Almost inviting him. I said I'd rather not discuss it now, Julia. Alright. Are you terribly hurt, Bruce? Not so hurt that I don't know what to do about it. Well, I wouldn't be too hasty. You might regret it. I'll be fine back to you. I'm going into town to the club. Want to think this out alone. I have dinner there. Talk to you when I get back tonight. How'd he wait? About nine o'clock. Nine o'clock, Bruce. We'll talk it all out then. [Music] Hello? Goodly. Julia, what is it? I didn't expect to hear from you. Something happened. I can't tell you now. Um, my singing lesson? Your thing. Yes. It has to be tonight. Tonight. Yes, the only way, Brother. If you can change anything. Will you be here? What time? He's coming around with nine. He'd better be here by eight thirty. But then, I'll be down to you. You bring the record? Of course. And, Brother? Yes, Julia. It's going to be all right. Thank you. Everything is going to be all right. [Music] You had to reassure Gregory, didn't you? Because he seemed nervous and worried from the first. You're not exactly at ease yourself. Whether it may be for action propped upon you so suddenly. You can't help wishing that Bruce hadn't learned about you and Ralph. That you could have arranged your own schedule. But life doesn't always go according to plan, does it, Julia? No. And if Bruce will soon learn, neither does death. [Music] You wait anxiously all afternoon. Promptly at eight thirty, Gregory's car swings into the drive. A few moments later, you hear the maid answering the door at mitting him into the front hall. You know, if you have a chair. Thank you. I'll tell Mrs. Chandler you're here. Where did he do Mr. Gregory Blaine, ma'am? Who? Oh, oh, yes. Back here, Gregory, the piano's in the study. Oh, yes, of course. Edith, I really want to try and get something accomplished tonight. You do see that Mr. Blaine and I aren't necessarily ma'am. Thank you. Hello, Gregory. Hello. So nice to see you, girl. So nice to see you, Mrs. Chandler. I've been practicing, I hope, in Boise. Well, not as petrified, sure, but... No, no, we'll see. We'll see. I'm going to be strict tonight. Make you work out. Oh, oh, oh. I, uh, stressed we won't be disturbed. No, I've just been telling you to hear that we won't. Don't worry, ma'am. I'll take care of it. Call me when Mr. Chandler gets in, of course. Yes, ma'am. [Sighs] So far, anyway. I don't worry. I'll wear the record. Oh, right here. It's the little one that has now. I know, I know. I have to hurry. Remember the path I showed you? Yes, yes. At least directly to the road. If you notice that road there. Uh, what did you think? Oh, God. It's just in case, Julia. That's all I would use. No! It just had to look like an accident. Like you missed a curve and you grow off the road. I understand. You can go out through the window there now. Leave down the test. And afterwards, get back as fast as you can. The maid. You're sure she won't come, see that I'm not here? She wouldn't dare. The record will be hammed. I feel since you're playing for me in comedy. She wouldn't even do it that way. All right. So now, be careful. Julia. Julia, you do love me. You wouldn't let me-- Go on, go on. We have a much time. You'll be at that curve in a minute. All right. All right. So, and Julia-- Yes, yes! I... Well, after you found me this morning, I called the Steamship Line. I had my reservation changed. I'm leaving on the midnight book. All right. Under these circumstances, I think it's best this way. You understand? Oh, no! You didn't talk about it later. Now, hurry! It's underway, Julia. Your plan to eliminate your husband, the answer to everything. You watch Gregory climb out the open window and move off into the darkness. You stand there for several seconds. Visualizing all is going to happen. In your mind, you see Bruce is open, convertible, winding slowly up the treacherous road. Stopping as Gregory steps out into the glare of the headlight. You picture the sudden movement as he strikes, and then you see Bruce slump over the steering wheel. Greg, starting the car, and then letting it roll over the embankment. Yes, in your mind, you see it all, Julia. But you have your own part to do. Though you move across to the phonograph, set the record in place. Records of a few songs and a few remarks from Gregory as he accompanies you on the piano. It's going to be easy, isn't it, Julia? With no chance of you as Gregory becoming involved. You start over to the window as Gregory begins the introduction of the song in the record. You wonder how things are going for Gregory as you hear his voice and the record prompting you to begin. Now a few guys more, and you will begin. Bruce! Hello, Julia. I'll shut this off a minute if you don't mind. What happened, Bruce? I thought you weren't coming back until... Nine, I know. It just didn't take me that long to make up my mind, Julia. Oh? That's funny. What? What? The maid. She said there was someone in here with you. Oh. Oh. Must have been the record that told us. Oh, Bruce. Oh, yes. What is it, Julia? What's the matter with you? Was there someone here? I... What's the big window doing open? Is there someone out there, Julia? Please, please! There was no window! For more than a minute, you'll stand there, frozen in the middle of the room, as your husband thinks to the floor. Without even going to him, you'll know that he's dead. That somehow, Gregory has ruined everything. Completely destroyed your path to the plan of an accidental death on Canyon Road. The worst, Julia, is the realization that you, too, will have to pay for this stupidity. Already, you can hear Edith hurrying down the stairs. You turn toward the door and stop at the sound of Gregory coming back into the window, gun in hand. There's still a chance for you, isn't there, Julia? You're going to take... No! There was a couple... You can't have a husband! Julia! Mrs. Janner, what happened? I heard... Oh, wait! It's Mr. Janner. I'm going to be shoddling from the window! Stop it, Julia! Stop it! You don't know what you're saying! Edith, Edith, call the police! She's killing you! She killed you! Why, you little double cropping! Get out of my way! He's getting away! Stop him, Edith! Stop him! I'll call the police! I'll call the police! And that's all you can tell in the same, Mr. Janner? There isn't anything else, Lieutenant. It's all happened so fast. Edith, anything you think of? No, ma'am. It was just like you told it. Uh-huh. Shut him from the window, you say. On. Look, it left through the front door, sir. He wanted to look at the garden. And you and your husband stayed inside? That's right. And then Bruce went over to the window. Dr. Glass, huh? Gregory Blaine, shut him. If I approve without any warning... Well, have you any idea why he did this, Mr. Janner? Well, my husband, Bruce, he never approved my studying voice. Oh. He didn't say anything at first. But after Mr. Blaine stepped outside, Bruce admitted that he'd seen him in town. So he never had to come after this. Oh, but to kill someone over a thing right there? No, it's not! I don't know, Mr. Janner. Some of these musical guys are pretty strange. Well, I'll try to run him down. And you'll start looking for him right away. Sure. You'll start a full-scale manhunt if we have any trouble. Don't worry, Mr. Janner. We'll get him sooner or later. Then we'll have all the reasons. I can attempt. Is it when you're stronger? Oh, never mind, Mr. Janner. I can find my way. My man in the corner will take care of everything. Oh, you'd better get some red. That looks so good. But there's no rest for you, is there, Julia? Because as the lieutenant said, when they find Gregory Blaine, they'll have all the reasons why. And suddenly you know that you've got to find Gregory first, Julia. Find him and kill him tonight. You glance at your watch at only ten o'clock, two hours before Gregory's boss fails. There's still a chance you'll be at the studio apartment, isn't there, Julia? You're looking for him, too, ladies? Oh, what? Gregory Blaine. Is that who you are? Yes. Someone else been looking for? Mm-hmm, the police. They was looking for him. Oh, fine, obviously. I'll get tonight. The police might as well move in here. Hope they won't get this one, cause he won't be back. Did he tell you that? Oh, he didn't ask you. If he moved out, paid his rent, took his sunken everything. Did he say where he was going? No, that's what the police wanted to know, too. Oh, they don't. They have no idea. Hey, do you know where he is? What? Oh, no, no, of course not. No, thank you. Thank you very much. But you do now, don't you, Julia? And there's still time to reach Gregory before the boat sails. At the steamer docks you check the sailing, drive down the pier 29. There's a gay crowd of passengers at the gangplank, surrounded by friends who have come to see them off. You move through them unnoticed and go aboard. Timing your movement so you can reach Greg and kill him during the last blast of the ship's whip. Can I show you why? Oh, excuse me. Are you looking for a state of truth? No, no, I came down to your friend. Me too. I'd be looking for my friends to be there, and I can't find him. Oh, Charlie Beavers. He would be looking for old Charlie Beavers too. No. My family's standing. Charlie promised to come out and speak to your old Charlie. I'd have a small old Charlie before we said, you know, and say, you were very pretty good. Oh, he's waiting in the cabin. Hey, I thought of that. You know something. I can't find my cabin. Well, the steward, I'm sure he'll help you. That's the good idea. I got to find old Charlie. Say, he would like to have a drink with us too. No, no, I wouldn't think. Oh, it was nice to have told you to have to say goodbye. Yes, yes, yes. Well, I hope you find your friend here. I will. I will. Who wants to find him? Who wants to find him? Who wants to find him? The Whistler will return in just a moment with a strange ending to tonight's story. Meantime, since you're going to be passing a lot of signal service stations during your summer driving, I thought you'd like to know a little more about the organization that brings you the Whistler and the policies it stands for. 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The gay crowd at the Seamer Dock was shocked at the news of the killing on board. They hung around the gangplank in little group whispering, trying to edge over and talk to the three passengers who had witnessed. And then fell back to make way to for the police, as they led the suspect to shore and into the office of the Dockmaster. Oh, Lieutenant Scullick. Oh, yes, what is it, Sergeant? We picked up that singing teacher, Gregory Blaine, who is going to take the boat too. Had a gun and a blackjack with him. Very good. Taking it on the headquarters, we'll get to him later. Meanwhile, I'm busy with our friend here. Yes. Okay. For your Ralph Ellis. Yeah, sit down now. And don't try to hold out on us. Three people thought you killed Julia Chandler. Ah, what was it all about? All right, what's the use? Had an argument with her husband where? Where business partner? Had an argument. Over her? No. Nothing like that. It was about some fun, company funds that was handled. He was going to turn the matter over to the police. Let me see. I was trying to get out of the country, and this was the first boat leaving. When I saw her coming along the deck while I figured she was after me. So, why should Mrs. Chandler be after you? Because she must have seen me at the window a couple of hours ago when, when what wrote? When I killed her husband. ♪ Let that whistle be your signal for the signal oil program the Whistler. Each Wednesday night at the same time, brought to you by the signal oil company. Marketers of signal gasoline and motor oil and fine quality automotive accessories. Signal has asked me to remind you to get the most driving pleasure, drive its sensible feet, be courteous and obey traffic regulations. It may save a life. Possibly your own. ♪ Leatured in tonight's story were Lorraine Cupple and Gerald Moore. The Whistler was written by Bob Gray with music by Wilbur Hat and was transmitted to our troops overseas by the Armed Forces Radio Service. 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