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Remember, beginning next Sunday, October 2nd, tune in The Whistler each Sunday at 7.30. And now, The Whistler's strange story. Incident at a Royal Grande. The conversations were varied at the Hilltop Cafe in Highway 101. That was because of the way customers would come and go, like Eddie Martin, owner and operator of the Martin Truck Lines. He stopped in regularly, enjoyed his coffee, a chat with Hazel, the Hilltop's genial proprietor. He was a hard worker, Eddie, and had come quite away in the difficult and sometimes risky business of hauling freight by truck between Los Angeles and San Francisco. Hazel knew him well and liked him. Their conversations usually ran along the same lines with a constant background of jukebox music. Oh, the coffee's fine, Hazel. That's what I like about you. So dependable. Like you, Eddie. Thanks. Always right on schedule. Oh, try to convince my wife of that, will you? That'll still worry about you? Oh, worse than ever. I guess I could push trucks up and down 101 for another 20 years. She'll keep thinking I'm going through the rail, a wreck, a burn-up. Can't blame her. The work's dangerous. Besides, there ought to be more for the boss to do than just drive. Oh, I've got to. It's not easy to build a business, you know. It takes a lot of work. You're doing all right. You've got three trucks now. Uh-huh. And I'm going to buy three more. But it takes money, until I put some new deals over. Well, I just can't finance them. Over-extended? Oh, you said it. You'll make it. I hope so. Oh, Ethel's sure getting tired of playing second fiddle to a truck and a trailer. What does she do when you're away on these long hauls? Oh, she keeps the house and the books. She goes dancing once in a while with Vic, I guess. Vic? I'm not sure that's a good idea. Oh, the best driver I've got, Hazel. Uh-huh. Smoothest, too. Besides, he thinks he's heaven's gift to women. Well, you can't hate him for that. They all fall for him. But Vic Hamilton's a great guy. He's my best friend. Just like one of the family. Just like one of the family. Vic Hamilton is like one of the family. That's what Eddie always says, doesn't he, Vic? You've heard him say so yourself a hundred times, haven't you? Yes. And it's given you a confident feeling. You have plans, haven't you, Vic? Plans which include a number of things belonging to Eddie. Plans which even include his wife, Ethel, for a little while. Ethel? Vic? Oh, yeah. Honey, I hate to break a date. You know that, but... Well, something's come up. I know, Vic. Not mad at me? I wanted to see you wait. Oh, sure, honey. I miss seeing you, too. I mean, with Eddie away and all, but... This is a business deal. Vic, are you sure? Are you sure you're not trying to make a fool out of me? You mean somebody else? I mean somebody else, yes. Oh, no, honey. I'll tell you all about the deal when I see you, and then you'll believe me. All right. Say you're not mad at me? I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at you. Mad at girl. I'll see you. Bye. It isn't easy keeping everything going smoothly, is it, Vic? You're a busy man these days. But with your plans concerning Eddie's trucking line, Ethel is necessary. And you have to keep her happy. You wonder just what you're going to tell her as you leave your apartment and walk down the street to Ted Rees' place. You do have a business appointment, don't you? Only one that Ethel wouldn't understand or approve of. And you're not that friendly. Well, hey, Vic, we've kept you. I'm sorry, Rizzo. I had to make a phone call. Oh, hello, Anne. Hello, Vic. Skip it, sis. He's here to talk to me, business. Oh, don't mind me. We won't. Vic, there's a change in plan. Oh? We've been barking up the wrong tree putting you after, Ethel. Well, I've always told you that. I'm talking, Anne. We're getting nowhere trying to take her away from Eddie. She doesn't control the company. Oh, great. After I spend days working on her. Night, too. Anne, go fix us a couple of sandwiches and don't hurry. Okay, I can take her hand. What's the deal, Rizzo? We can still break Eddie. Don't worry about that. Matter of fact, he's ripe for the kill. Good. The guy's overextended himself, needs cash. Who'd have him? This is different. He's over his head. He couldn't cover the loss of a single buck. And he's going to have a few to cover. I don't get you. You will, Vic. You remember the time Eddie lost that load of stuff to those hijackers? Yeah. Add it up, boy, add it up. He's going to lose again the same way. Well, so where does that get us? He's covered by insurance. If he loses again that big load, he's a bad risk, Vic. A very bad risk. The insurance companies will want to write him off. Pay him off and write him off. Oh, I see. Sure you do. You're a bright boy, Vic. And that's why I'm counting on you to make it look good. Me? Look, I couldn't pull off a thing like that alone. No, no, no. You'll just be riding along, that's all. Relief driver with Vic on the night we hijack him. My strong-armed man, Fred, will kind of shove you around. You'll take a little bump on the head, maybe nothing more. Just to make it look good. And for it, you get a cut. Say, around 10 grand. Now, that I like. For 10 grand, I can look awful good. And you can also do a little complaining to the insurance people that are on. You know, moan a bit, maybe, about carelessness, shy on cash. You're not... Sure, sure. I know, isn't it? Now, without insurance, he's out of business. He won't know what hit him, Vic. And when his truck payments come due, we can buy him a locked stock and barrel for chicken feet. Good? Very. I thought you'd say it my way. You're all right, Vic. Too many dames, maybe, but you're all right. And how about those sandwiches? There's a couple of tired businessmen out here. Okay, coming up. How about that, Vic? A couple of tired businessmen. We sure are. Sure. I'm not so tired that we can't outsmart any Martin. Before reading tonight's limerick, I want to remind you that beginning next Sunday, the Whistler will be heard at a new time, 7.30 to 8. Remember, beginning next Sunday, October 2nd. Tune in the Whistler each Sunday at 7.30. To Roy E. Hughes of Sacramento, California, we're sending a $20 signal gasoline book as a token of our appreciation for this limerick. A man with the virtue of thrift decided to signal he'd shift. You should see how he smiles as he drives extra miles that with signal he gets as a gift. Well, our friend from Sacramento certainly found a capital way of describing the good mileage you enjoy with signal, the famous Go Farther Gasoline. But unfortunately, there just isn't room in a limerick to get poetic about all the benefits you notice when you switch to signal. I mean signal's peppy pickup, signal's smooth, quiet power. For it's a fact, like birds of a feather, mileage and performance go together. So why not start enjoying both by following the advice on those signal billboards you've seen? Next time, fill up with signal, the famous Go Farther Gasoline. Your plans with Ted Reeser are shaping up, aren't they? You're glad that they no longer include Ethel, because it's more important than ever that you have Eddie's confidence. You've got to know about every shipment, so you can advise Reeser on the proper time to strike. It comes less than a week later on an afternoon when you're alone in the dispatch office of the truck line and Eddie comes hurrying in. Big, big, big death this, would you? Hey, kid, we're in business, look at this, look, but good. Something exciting, Eddie? Oh, I got the Ajax car contract, kid. A hundred thousand dollar load to start with. A hundred grand? Yes, sir. Why, their business will set us up and make that order of three new trucks look like nothing. Oh, that's great, Eddie. You know I'm glad for you. Sure. What's the shipment leave? All tonight. Oh, maybe I ought not to take tonight off. Maybe I better make that run with it. I'll say it better. I wouldn't have anybody else on that load with me. I'll set it up. Big, supervise the loading. We'll pull out an eight-sharp. Same route as always. Eight-sharp, huh? Yeah. Okay, that's a good deal, Eddie. Well, I'll go home and get some shut-eye. Have to be on our toes this trip, huh? You leave, hurry outside and hail a cab. It's time to alert Reeser, isn't it, Big? And you want no slip-ups. The hijack must be planned for tonight. And you've got to outline the schedule of the run to Anne, since you and Reeser have decided that it wasn't smart to be seen together. You step from the cab at the Club Marimbo, where Anne will be rehearsing her songs for the evening show, and hurry inside. Oh, Anne! Anne! Anne! Anne! Come on, honey, come here. You know that little bar across the street? Come on, we've got things to discuss. Yeah, but remember, we're hurtful. Can you just skip that? This is important. All right, I'll run over that with you later, Joe, OK? OK, Annie. You take her on, hurry her outside, and across the street to the Domino Bar. A dark booth and a pair of Manhattan seals the final plans for tonight. Well, that's, that's it, Anne. Just get it straight and tell your brother. Uh-huh. Leaving L.A. 8 p.m. sharp. Driving north 101 should reach Arroyo Grande around 1 a.m. Check. That's all you have to do, honey. Just tell big brother we'll do the rest. It's almost 7 o'clock when you return to your apartment. You're certain that everything is going to work out according to plan, aren't you, Vic? And when it's all over, your part in the affair will bring you a nice reward. Yeah, 10,000 at least. And you tell yourself that's not bad for one evening's work. You glance at your watch. There's still more than an hour before you're due at the warehouse. You pour yourself a drink and take your time as you change clothes. Then as you're about to leave your apartment. Hello, Vic. Well, Ethel, what brings you all around? I want to talk to you. Hey, better make it some other time, baby. I'm due at the warehouse. This can't wait, Vic. It's that important? Yes. So important that I wanted to settle tonight. I went over to the warehouse to see you this afternoon, but Eddie showed up. So I waited down the street. Well, what's on your mind? It's all over between us, Vic. What? It's been on my mind for quite some time now. This isn't fair to Eddie. He doesn't deserve it. Oh, so that's it, huh? I'm glad I woke up, came to my senses before it was too late. I'm still in love with Eddie. I guess I'll always have him. I always will be. I see. You don't seem to be terribly broken up about it. Well, that's all after all. Of course. As a matter of fact, it's all very convenient for you, isn't it, our breaking up? Now you have the green light, so go ahead. You can devote all your time to Anne. Anne? The girl at the nightclub. I followed you to that bar across the street. Oh, did you, uh, Apple? I was sitting in the next booth. I couldn't help overhearing your, um, plans for the evening. Plans? What do you mean? I can put two and two together. You're going to help someone hijack Eddie's truck, aren't you? Do you think I'm going to stand by and let you do that? What are you going to do? Look, Vic, it's not too late to call it off. I won't mention a word of it to Eddie. And if I don't, call it off? I'll have to call the police. I don't think so, baby. I will, Vic. I swear I will. I'll turn you in. You can't do this to Eddie. I got news for you. You're not going to turn anybody in. I'll shut, you understand? What makes you so sure? Figure it out for yourself. You turn me in and it'll all be brought out into the open. Our little romance, Ethel. I'll see to it that Eddie finds out everything. All that's been going on behind his back for the past year. And I used to think you were so wonderful. I'd have done almost anything you wanted. Most girls wouldn't. You will, too, in this instance, unless you want Eddie to know all about little Ethel, his devoted wife. I couldn't do that. I could, easily. I'll be a smart girl. If you love Eddie as much as you say you do, and if you want to hold on to him, you don't want to see him hurt, you'll play this my way. But, Vic, the trucking company, he'll lose everything. They can start again. I'll help him. I'll be in a position to throw in plenty of business. Besides, he'll still have you. That'll help a lot more. Yes, Vic. I guess it will. Good, good. Now I've got to move along. Ethel stands there for a moment, staring at you. Then, without a word, she turns and walks out. For you're certain she won't carry out her threat to call the police, aren't you, Vic? Confident that nothing is going to interfere with your rendezvous at Arroyo Grande. And that confidence is still with you an hour later as Eddie wheels the big truck out of the warehouse, with you sitting beside him. On schedule, you roll along the open highway. Occasionally, you glance at Eddie, puff quietly on a cigarette, thinking about the 10,000 and how you'll spend it. Vic. Yeah? I had a talk with Ethel tonight. Oh? Yeah. She worries too much. What about? How about me and the trucking company? These night runs. I guess she can't blame her. No, no. I guess she can't. You know, Vic, I've been thinking, maybe she's right. I ought to look after the office more anyway. That would make her happy. Sure. Of course. I can't stew in that for a while yet. A few more halls, and then I can turn the whole thing over to you. Me? Oh, sure, sure. You take care of the trucks and the drivers. I'll handle the office and the warehouse. And I'm going to cut you in for a bigger percentage, too. How do you like that? That's swell. That's nice of you, Eddie. No, no, you deserve it, kid. You deserve it. You've been a lot of help to me. You lean back, Vic. Continue puffing quietly on your cigarette. Everything's going to be all right, isn't it? Eddie doesn't suspect. You're certain that Ethel hasn't told him a thing. Oh, Eddie. Yeah? There's a guy in a car behind you blinking his headlights. He wants to pass. Oh, oh, sure, sure. Wow. Look at that car. Classy job, huh? These new cars are certainly swell. Hey, Vic, I would like to own one like that. What? That car that just passed. It's not a big job, right? Oh, yeah. Yeah. You recognize the big car, don't you, Vic? Reezer's car. And suddenly the first twinge of nervousness hits you. You fumble in your pocket for another cigarette. Notice your hand is trembling as you light it. You grow more and more tense as time wears on. The black coffee you stop for at Santa Barbara helps a little, doesn't it? Then you're on the road again, roaring north toward your rendezvous at a Royal Grand. Ha, ha, ha. You got that little blonde on your mind, Vic? What? Back there when we stopped for coffee. Oh, no. I don't worry about James. I don't worry about me. You sure got enough of monasterying. Hey, when are you ever going to settle now? I'm in no hurry, Eddie. Hey, Eddie. Yeah? Listen. Cops. Cops? So why? They're right behind us. Oh, relax, relax. We're not breaking the law. They're probably after some of those hot rod drivers. Hey, you see? They're on the right path. It's no matter what you, Vic. What are you jumping about? What? Oh, I don't know. Oh, you think they were after us or something? No. No, of course not. The sound of that police siren did something to you, didn't it, Vic? You sit back and force yourself to remain calm. Finally, several miles down the road, you approach an intersection. And there, near the lights of a signal oil station, what you see helps to calm your nerves. The police car parked behind a yellow convertible, one of the officers talking to the driver, writing out a ticket. That's all it was, Vic. The police were after a speeder. You lean back against the seat and breathe a sigh of relief. The uneasy feeling has left you now, hasn't it, Vic? And you're strangely calm. Over and over again, you remind yourself of what you must do when the right moment comes. Yes, you've got to make it look good. Put up a realistic battle, Vic, so that Eddie will never suspect. Well, we're right on schedule, kid. What? That was a royal grand, eh? We just went through. Yeah. That was it. Hey, Vic. Yeah? Look up ahead there, a girl standing on the road. It's Anne, isn't it, Vic? Standing near the big car. Reza's car parked for the side of the road. You see her in the glare of the truck lights, waving her arms. Slow down, Eddie. We better see where the trouble is. It's not on your life. Sorry, baby, no dice. Why don't you stop? I don't like the looks of it. I've got my eye on that car. What do you mean? She's not alone. Two men with her. I spotted them back at Santa Barbara when we stopped for coffee. One of those guys was eyeing this load. Are you sure? Yeah. If they're up to something, they'll come after us. You know, Vic, by the time you start up the grade, that Eddie will never get away from. The truck begins to lose speed and suddenly Reza's car is alongside and then it cuts in sharply. Eddie slams on the air brakes. Even before the truck stops rolling, two masked men, Reza and Fred, Reza on Eddie's side with a gun. Now, Vic, now you've got to make it look good. Okay, Bonnie, old pal, this is as far as you go. What's the idea? Shut up. Keep your hands on the wheel, driver. Fred, get the other guy out of the cab. Come on, pretty boy. He said, come on, let's go. Wait a minute. Maybe this will hurry up. What do you think you're doing? Vic, wait a minute. We haven't got all night. All right, take it easy. Get your hands off me. Wait a minute, Vic, don't take any chances. Do like they say. Will you? They've got us. Yeah. Cool. Come on, break it up. Break it up, I said. Vic, please, please. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. He'll kill you. You've got to stop. Your pal's pretty stubborn. Sit here nice and still, driver. I think I can persuade him to quit with this gun. Come on, handsome. Get in the car. Vic, you all right? Yeah, sure. Sure, I'm okay, Eddie. Oh, come on. Let's go. We haven't got all night. You, driver, wheel this truck down the road. Turn left at the cemetery. We'll be right behind you. Okay, okay. Come on, Vic. Uh-uh. Your pal's going to ride in the car with us. And he might get hurt if you try to make a break. Now get moving. Okay. Vic, listen. Do what they tell you, huh? I don't want you to get yourself killed. Okay, Eddie. All right, driver, roll on ahead. That pal of yours sure thinks a lot of you, Vic. Yeah, yeah. He thinks I'm just grand. How'd I do, Rizan? Nice performance. 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And it's why if you want to keep your motor young, you'll be wise to get your next oil change at a Signal service station. Get it changed to Signal Premium Compounded Motor Oil. The moment Eddie Martin stepped into the hilltop café that night, Hazel, the hilltop's genial proprietor, knew that something was wrong. The ever-present smile was gone from his lips. His face was chalk white and drawn. He walked slowly to the counter and sat down. You're late, Eddie. Hey, yeah. Yeah, I'm late. How about a cup of coffee, Hazel? Sure, I saw you coming. Here it is. Oh, thanks. Hey, uh, turn off that music, will you, Hazel? Well, I'm not in the mood for it. Sure, I'll pull out the plug. What's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost. Hi, Jack, Hazel. Two guys jumped us this side of a royal granny. No kidding. Yeah, one of them, a guy named Risa, a cop said, shoved a 38 under my nose. Say, I've heard of him. The other guy all picked off the truck and they slugged him. That's when Vic started swinging. Then they made me drive the truck down the highway and turn off at the cemetery. That where they hoisted the load? No, they didn't get it, Hazel. Before they could start unloading, the cops came up. The cops? Yeah, Risa starting shooting, and so did they. Vic fell back against Risa's car. Well, a shot that was meant for Risa got Vic. Vic's dead, Hazel. Oh, that's tough. Vic sure fooled me. Too bad some of his dames couldn't have seen him tonight. He had lots of them, you know. He looked good, all right. She'll gonna miss him. And I hate to tell Ethel about this. She thought the world of Vic as a friend of mine. Yeah, I know. You told me lots of times how Vic took your wife dancing for you. You know, a highway patrolman said some woman called and tipped off the police that we were gonna be hijacked. Yeah? I wonder who that could have been. Let that whistle be your signal for the signal oil program, the Whistler. 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