 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. So, the famous go farther gasoline invites you to sit back and enjoy another strange story by the Whistler. I'm the Whistler, and I know many things before I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of many women who are tested to the shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not steal. And now, for the signal oil company, the Whistler's strange story. World food. Marty South wasn't sure when it began, but too much like walking in the middle of a nightmare. And then remaining, living. The shipwreck, the confusion, was all there again. Coming back to him, but slowly, ably. News of planes, buzzing, Marty's ear, pressure. The sound of the sea. Whirlpool of confusion. He gradually out of the whirlpool. Voices. Yes, thank you. Voices. Growing. Coming closer. Coming closer. Coming around? You alright, Captain? You sure? You sure? So Marty South, we focus. Those few swift minutes before the ship peeled over on its side, before he leaped for the lifeboat and missed. It was a girl. Yes, a girl standing in the companion way just outside her cabin. Marty remembered her face, her fair skin. Her clear eyes, wild as he shouted at her practically. Don't stand there. Get up to the deck, the lifeboat. Boats? Oh, yes, I was just... Oh, wait a minute. Is anybody inside in the cabin? Cabin? No. No, I'm alone. Go on. Up those stairs. There isn't much time. Hurry. It's been a long time. Can you hear me? I'm the ship's captain. Do you want to board the Air Base Air going down to Singapore? Yes, yes. That's right. Singapore, here. Try to drink to something that's in here. I think that board right there. What do you mean? What do you mean? You sure did, hasn't it? I think so. There could be any mistake about the defense, I think. Oh, no, I'm not sure he is. You can't say there's no doubt about it. His wife has identified him. Oh, could you get her to come in and get him? What? My wife? No, I... No, no, I'm just... You were suffering from a shock, Mr. Hudson. You dropped him in to do your job. Oh, but... Come on, let me do your writing. No, no, I don't have it. You stop, Marty. The boat has dying in your throat. If you struggle up to one elbow, look toward the door. It's the same girl. The one you faked in the companion way and shouted at. But now she's coming towards you. Thinking different. Very different. My darling, I was so upset for you, but I told him it would be when I told him who you were. Why? Why? Doctor, she isn't the lady. Don't worry, Mrs. Mason. Doctor? Yes, Mrs. Mason. I believe it's alone, man. I'm sure, and I'd want to be alone with my wife. And certainly, Captain, you'll wait out in the deck. Anything you say. Okay. Now, you want to tell me what this is all about? My darling, you should be trying to turn out. Excuse me, but I can talk. They'll pick me out in no time. Of course you will. My name's South. It's like this or in a thing dressed through. It's South, Marty, South. It's a nice name, my love. That's fine. You look... Mrs. Steven Hastings is a shame, my love. You can call me Lucy. What about Mr. Hastings? My husband is dead. One that didn't make it? One that didn't make it. What happened to him? How come you... I don't know. Stop it. Stop looking at me like this. Like what? My husband's feeling this like this. And he had a nice relationship with me. He doesn't have to fear anything worse. Welcome to what? A chance to die? I don't know. You couldn't get him out? No, I didn't send anybody back yet. I didn't see anything like that happening. I couldn't have been thinking since. Yes, plenty of it. Come on, I'm waiting. My husband, Stephen, has some money for me. It's waiting for him now in Singapore. Waiting for Mr. Hastings to pick it up. And he'll make sure he can do it. Twenty thousand now, thirty thousand a couple of weeks. Fifty thousand now together. I can't believe it could be you. Yes, to begin with, how can you stop me? I'll put your husband here on board. There's quite a few survivors, I guess. Nobody knew, Stephen, he should have had a massive load. Most of the others were picked up by the police. Oh, the police in Singapore? No, the police is heading to the United States now. It's still in Singapore now. Where's the money come from? From an old friend in Shanghai. E.J. Galloway. I don't know. I don't know. You see, E.J. made a mistake on a business trip. I found out about it. I thought he was too young for that. He did. He doubted his words. It sounds good. He must have felt good getting the old fella blackmailed. Stephen didn't have to do that. E.J. doesn't know you're the blackmailer. He didn't. Stephen is really so different. Stephen picked up the money in Singapore, and makes it clear that you're the man in Singapore. Stephen is Singapore's brother. He's blackmailing you. Nice guy. You're nice. The lawyer doesn't know you're the blackmailer. He's her brother. He'll be any perfect sometimes, just thinking about it. About blackmailing you very much. Why do you go ahead, E.J.? You're blackmailing me. Why? Oh, Jesus. I can't be quite a hero. Maybe. The guys like to see the nation. But not the guys like to see the nation. You guessed it. You're cute. If you get lonesome, call me back. See you soon. That's all I got. That's all, Marty, and we should go. We don't need to think it over. But you know her time. Loatheal is a man's act. We think you'll be back soon. Try to help me make up your mind. But that's where you make a mistake, giving a smile. Unless you rest too soon. But don't you find yourself clueless, too. Then you think some more, and you decide not to say anything to them about their husband. Money is important to you, too. Yes. Half a day out of Singapore, you can't stand it anymore. We call the doctor in Singapore. They're sitting out on one. They're doing better than that. Oh? I don't know if it's because you don't know the doctor. I don't know. Am I nice to you, sir? I don't know if it's because you don't know the doctor. I know. We like men. And you know I think you'll be back soon. You had it with the first part. But just this. I know what I'm going into. To include you in it because you're necessary to me. You need me at first. I'm very necessary, darling. So is your having a husband to see me? Okay, I'll put my eyes to it, darling. Darling, I need you. No, no. But it is nothing you don't need. The husband made a big mistake when he's telling you everything. I'm not going to make a mistake. What's going to happen? Oh? I'll never let the love in a field with my son. Oh, good. Everything all right, Miss Grayson? Oh, yes. Fine, doctor. Isn't it good? Yes, darling. Sure it is. And don't worry, darling. You'll be a baby. Everything is going to be so much better. This being the first program in March, I'm reminded of that old saying, In like a lion, out like a lamb. The signal gasoline is just the other way around. It goes into your car as a clear liquid, innocent looking as a lamb. But once inside your engine, it generates the power of a lion. However, while signal's power may be likened to that of a lion, you'll find your car's appetite for signal gasoline is gratifyingly small. After all, gasoline that's engineered to help your engine run as efficiently as today's signal naturally saves gas while you drive, saves with quick starting, saves with smooth pick-up, free from blocking or hesitation, saves with full power that gets you into high-gear path, helps you stay there with a minimum of shifting on hills or in traffic. And, of course, the more gasoline you save, the more mileage you enjoy, which explains signal's good mileage. And the reason we say mileage and performance go hand in hand, to get both, get signal. The famous Go Farther gasoline. Think about Lucille Hastings and the money waiting for Stephen Hastings in Singapore. That day aboard ship, when she suddenly thrust opportunity into your hands by asking you to pose as her dead husband, Stephen Hastings. But there's another thing you've decided on, and that's more important than anything else. You're not going to make the same mistake he did, are you, Martin? No. You're not going to fall in love with Lucille, because that doesn't fit in with your plans at all. Money is still the most important thing, isn't it? Even though you don't have very much of it at the moment. And you've never let a woman interfere. You've never let your heart rule your head, where money is concerned. The first night in Singapore, the two of you moved easily around the dance floor at the Port Plaza Hotel. Seemingly the very devoted married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Hastings. You dance well, do you? Stephen's learned to dance better? Might better. Maybe the poor guy was tired and he had a right to be. I think we should stop talking about that. So it's me. Come on back to the table. Let's talk about it when we go to work. All right. Richard? Thank you. You're not. That's me. I think we'd better wait a day or two. You can go there when you need to, but I'm facing you. The second will be ready in a couple of weeks. E.J. couldn't raise it all at once. Where do I go? Well, I'll have to look at E.J.'s letter again at the gas station. It's a little Taylor shop, somewhere on Congress Street. You don't have to look again. Not with that memory. It's a Taylor shop. But why Wednesday? No reason. I just came to stay. Or? Hmm? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. How did you always miss me? I just didn't even really miss you. You always stood still for 50 grand straight down. Why didn't you just give it to me? Send it to you, all right? Why always knew each other? This is my idea, not E.J.'s. Is E.J. E.J. couldn't raise it all at once, didn't I? Or decided to talk with E.J.'s father, isn't it? That ought to be much better than E.J.'s father, isn't it? With me, but a poor guy never goes home with me. I'm not going to come to your midday. No time, I'm not in your post office. What do I do when I get to this Taylor shop, isn't it? I just do it, you don't have any questions. You can wait for it if you can prove it. Tell them you're in the same thing. But if they want proof. You say you can call the hotel and I'm in the same thing. But there you go, don't relax. Sorry, I can't relax. It's nothing till I've had my coat pressed. I want to get this coat pressed. All right, I'll wait for the name to be seen. Oh, yes. And you're saying? The Fort's Plaza. What? An opinion situation, huh? Just curious. If you're going to call or anything, my wife isn't there for you. No, no, Mr. Houston. If your coat is... I'll take it for you right away. Good. You watch the proprietor of the little Taylor shop, but he takes your coat, moves off toward the back of the establishment. You look around nervously, ready to run for it if anything goes wrong. But nothing does now. He's back in a matter of minutes, isn't he? And you're nearly pressed full across the counter. You pay him and flip it on. Feel the buzz of a heavy envelope in the inside pocket. Is that your secret? All right, thank you. Will you be dropping him again? Yes, yes. Perhaps if you'd called the day before... Good. He'll give you quick service, sir. Good morning. Half a block away, you open the envelope and look inside. It's there, isn't it? $20,000. You smile as you put it away. But there's still another pair. Another $30,000. It would be stupid of you to walk out now, wouldn't it? When you're called quick as you're going back, you're certain someone is following you, aren't you, Marty? And you'll realize that we see you in the stills to be as fast as ever. If you guess you might pick up the money a day early, not wait for the win. You turn, hurry down the street on your way back to the hotel. You don't have to knock the door down. My own husband would have an everything. Never mind. Inside. That's all the excitement. What kind of a double-cross is this? You had me followed, didn't you? Did I? That fat guy in a white suit. You're going to tell me what's going on. When you calm down, you might tell me. And I went there. It's like you said. The tailor shop? Yeah, went through the whole routine. Didn't they give you the money? That's not the beef, Lucille. I'm talking about the guy who picked me up on the way out. One of your pals, huh? A high-powered insurance policy. You're not making sense, darling. If somebody followed you, it's because you're in Singapore. Stay out of the alleys, darling. Rough neighborhood. This is a big, bad city. I wish I could buy that. You can buy anything, Mr. Hastings. How much you get? 20,000. Yeah. To me and the local. Pretty. Didn't it? Darling. Yeah? Speaking of double-crosses, I thought I told you not to go to the tailor shop until Wednesday. It's only Tuesday. I'll forgive you this time. Will you? I'll try. Oh, what are you thinking? I mean, it's simply pretty foolish. But sometimes you'd really like to level it. Right. Darling, put your arms around me. What? So I can hold on to the sleigh ride? I wouldn't take you on a sleigh ride. You take anybody on you. Mommy. Too bad it's not the case, Lucille. Tomorrow it could be a knife in my back. You don't understand, Lucille. That's fine now. You're spinning as you leave her, Marty. You're afraid, aren't you? Because the one thing you've tried to guard against is happening. Slowly, surely, you're falling for her. And you know what it can mean. You don't do anything about it the next day, or in the days that follow her. Just go along. Try to keep your head above water. Then one night as you walk alone through the streets of Singapore, you catch sight of him again. A man she's had following. Hurry forward. Turn into an alley. You stop. Wait. What do you want? Just a moment, Mr. History. I just wanted to talk it over. Talk what over? Why, it's a deal. I thought maybe you'd change your mind the way you've been acting, avoiding me. Of course this is a crazy set up. Well, I naturally thought you were going to meet me here when you got in last week. You set it all up. Naturally, but I almost forgot what you looked like. You didn't know what I looked like. You never saw me before. You made the deal with the man I worked for, remember? I think you'd better keep talking, Mr. Gray is good enough. Mr. Gray, you might be. Oh, I don't blame you for being careful, Mr. History. I'll deal right this. But how does this sound to you? You take your wife to the Red Inn to get there tomorrow night. Just casually have dinner with her, the last one. Then stroll out in the terrace. Terrace? Yes, hardly anyone ever there. Just give me a chance to get lined up and then light her cigarette. The match will give me a target, an easy one. Well, what do you know? Stephen. Get you sudden. Stephen Hastings, the weakling. He'd actually set up a plan to kill her at the end of the voyage. A plan that he would too least to go through with. Perfect, isn't it? You can get rid of these dealers tomorrow night. And a few days later, you can drop around to the dealers shop, pick up the rest of the money and leave town. But you're not sure that this is the way you want it to be, are you? Not even for $50,000. What is the matter, Mr. Hastings? You haven't changed your mind. Changed the mind? Well, I would like a little more time to think it over. I've been doing some thinking. I want the $5,000 you agreed on, Mr. Hastings. $5,000. Okay, look at it. Yes. Please leave in your hotel box. Small and new bills. Yes, you're sure. It's great. Really? Give the money from the box. More night. You'll see it from the wife and me at the Red Angel, Mr. Hastings. On the terrace? Yes. And to light the cigarette. That is right, Mr. Hastings. And take your time thinking it over. You've got a decision for a man to make. In your position, I don't blame you. You sleep on it. I don't mind waiting a little longer. And you do think it over, don't you, Marty? All night and all the next day. It's the hardest decision you've ever had to make. You remember Lucille's beauty, her lovely voice, the fun you've had together during your little time you've known her. Present times you might have in the future. Then you remember her husband, Stephen, how she persuaded him to blackmail his best friend. How callous she was about her husband's death after the shipwreck. You'll recall how she lied to you at the time of the shipwreck when you asked her if there was anyone else in the cabin. And that's why it makes certain your husband's death. You also remember something else. The 20,000 she had. And the 30,000 she's expecting in a few days. That evening... Why not if you know about it, please? I think it's ready, too. I heard somebody mention it. Like it very much. And I like Lucille very much. You'll see who I am. You want to talk, but come on. What are you going on? Out on the carrier. Oh, but... Oh, okay. It's here. Can you see the light? Beautiful, isn't it? Yes. I've not even heard going to tell you something, have I? Yeah, I suppose. I think I know what it is. You know, Marty, you're not like Steven at all. There's anything to bust me. Except when it comes to putting this sort of thing in the mirror. I don't give me a cigarette. I don't give me a cigarette. Anything wrong with that? Nothing wrong. Nothing wrong. See you. Thank you, Marty. Can I dance the way you're looking at me? You do love me, don't you? Madam, do I? Oh, would you give me a light? You're really beautiful, Lucille. Come on, honey. Just something I'll never forget. Here's your light. Thank you, sir. Because the past several months of cold weather have been particularly tough on car batteries, here is some news that's worth remembering. There's now available an improved type battery which is not only much more powerful, but lasts far longer. I'm referring to the new signal deluxe battery, available only at signal service stations. Unlike ordinary batteries, which may be guaranteed for 12 or 18 months, signal deluxe batteries are guaranteed a full 30 months on a service basis. Also, signal deluxe batteries deliver up to 35% more power to give you quick, dependable starting and to take care of the many electrical gadgets on modern cars. The secret of this superior performance in signal deluxe batteries is their superior construction, which includes the latest Micro-Polis all-rubber separators, plus an improved design all-rubber case, which doesn't need water as often. When you take into account the generous paid-in allowance signal dealers are now giving for old batteries, plus their convenient credit terms. You can see why more than new batteries at the same station, where they fill up with the famous Go Farther gasoline, at signal stations. It was like a whirlpool, the shipwrecked, the swirling water, Marty South fighting his way through the sea, awakened to find a new life and wealth, placed in his hands by Lucille Hastings. But somehow, in the police station of Singapore, that part of the story was a little concerned, as the arresting officers huddled around a man sitting under that glaring white light. Cameron Gray, we know you didn't. No, no. You've been followed since you asked for that money and Hastings held care of us, but the clerk didn't like your look. And Mr. Hastings gave me the money. He left it for me. Not like it for. No, no. Gray, you were seen firing the gun. How do you think he arrested you so quickly? Oh, hey, I... Oh, my God, did he? But it was Hastings' idea that's what the money was called. But why did he... I guess Hastings was just tired of everything. He was a weakling. Suicide's there in his mind for months, only he didn't have the nerve. So he hired us, me, to do it for him. But why his wife? Oh, how do I know? He was crazy about it, I guess. Didn't want anyone else to have it. That's the only reason I can think of why Hastings set up this thing. So they'd both die together. Oh, for the signal oil program the Whistler eats Sunday night at the same time. Signal has asked me to remind you that today the Red Cross must not only be prepared to save lives and relieve suffering in any disasters that may occur anywhere in this country, in addition it must provide blood and other needed help for our GIs overseas. Good reason why this year the Red Cross needs more of us to help and more help from each of us. Featured in tonight's story were Bill Foreman as the Whistler, Jack Moyle, Betty Lou Gerson, Ted Von Elk, Raymond Burr and Byron Kane. The Whistler was produced and directed by George W. Allen, the story by Joel Malone, music by Wilbur Hatt, who was transmitted overseas by the Armed Forces Radio Service. The Whistler was entirely fictional and all characters portrayed on the Whistler are also fictional. Any similarity of names or resemblance to persons living or dead is sure. Remember to tune in at the same time next Sunday when the Signal Oil Company will bring you another strange story by the Whistler. 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