And now stay tuned for the program that has rated tops in popularity for a longer period of time than any other west coast program in radio history. The Signal Oil Program, The Whistler. Signal, the famous go-farther gasoline, invites 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 for the Signal Oil Company, The Whistler's strange story, Strange Meeting. The questioning was over and the prefect of police was smiling triumphantly. He no longer regretted leaving his bed and hurrying through the rain-swept streets of Paris to the tiny prison on the outskirts of the city. There was little doubt of the suspect's guilt in connection with the death in an abandoned building just off the rule aboard. A policeman had caught the man running from the scene of the crime. The murder weapon had been found in his pocket. Paraphen tests had shown that he'd fired the gun. Ballistics proved the bullet found in the victim had been fired from the suspect's gun. But there was more to the case, a great deal more. From the facts he'd already learned, the prefect could trace the beginning of the incident back to the seemingly routine arrival of a commercial plane from Lisbon earlier in the week. The plane was late as it circled the field, so was the hour, and the landing field looked very inviting to Wally Fraser, freelance news photographer and almost anything else that would bring him a welcome dollar. He was pleased that the trip was over. Paris meant rest and relaxation to him. There was another reason too, a very attractive reason seated just across the aisle. Wally had tried to strike up an acquaintance with a girl early in the trip, but because of her cold and different stares he'd given up. As the plane landed and taxied to a stop at the unloading ramp, he received a startling surprise. He was picking up his camera when she hesitated at the door of the plane, turned and grabbed him. Oh darling I'm sorry it's goodbye. But. Until we meet again. Hey wait a minute. Did you see that mister? All the way from Lisbon the dame won't let out a peep and then she rushes up and kisses me. The effect of the city monsieur. Paris the gay, the exciting. Why do I ever leave? Excuse me. Excuse me I gotta go after her. You hurry through the crowd after the girl, reach the passenger waiting room. She's nowhere inside is she Wally? You've lost her. You're still annoyed and wondering as you claim your baggage and arrange for it to be sent to your hotel. Outside you hail a cab. Hotel Metropole driver. Oui monsieur. Wait a minute. There she is I see her. Ah oui. Wait monsieur what is wrong? What? Well the young lady her companions they are the police. Police? Oui. And they're taking her in the car. You wish to follow your friend monsieur or is it still the hotel? Ah it's the hotel. Oui. I'm tired I've been in enough trouble the past few weeks. Oui monsieur. Come on don't you think I mean it I said the hotel. Oui monsieur. You know best. But you can't get the girl out of your mind can you Wally? In the taxi cab and after you arrive at the hotel her face haunts you and only complete weariness keeps you from lying awake thinking about it further. The next morning she's completely out of your mind until you make the discovery. The envelope in the pocket of your overcoat. Even as you tear it open you know that she must have put it there during that moment when she kissed you and then ran off. The envelope contains a negative of some kind doesn't it? But it's nothing like anything that you use in your work is it Wally? Your curiosity aroused you go downstairs for a quick breakfast make an inquiry at the hotel desk and then walk several blocks to a small laboratory across the street from a medical building. A weary seemingly disinterested lab attendant gives you the answer. An extra monsieur that is what this is. Just ordinary x-ray. That is right. Here I will see what it is. Put it on the light frame. A skull. A man's head. This man has some sort of a plate in his head you see. Would that be his name there on the corner? No no that is the name of the doctor who made the x-ray. Salazar. It looks like Dr. Salazar. Also the date he took it. He was saying? Nothing. I excuse me for a minute will you? I'll be right back. Yeah sure. You stare after the attendant curiously as he steps out of the room. There was an odd expression on his face wasn't there Wally? Very odd. You move after him quietly. Open the door to the adjoining office and hear him dialing the phone. Allo allo? Police. Vite. Police. You whirl on the attendant's words, cross the room and hastily remove the x-ray film from the frame and put it in your pocket. As you start to leave the attendant blocks your way. And now as I was saying monsieur. I'm sorry Jack everything's been said everything but this. Now I'll look into this little deal that's so interesting to the police. Tonight's $20 signal gasoline book goes to Margaret Lynn Clare of Oakland California for this limerick. Gasoline bills had me near disaster and my budget I just couldn't master. Then to signal I switched now my troubles are ditched for signal goes farther and faster. A smart young lady that driver in tonight's limerick she knows what more and more drivers discover when they switch to signal that mileage and performance are like Siamese twins where you find one you find the other. So whether you're looking for quick cold weather starting for flashing pickup or for smooth quiet power just remember you find all the things that make driving more pleasure when you fill up with signal the famous go farther gasoline. It's interesting to you too isn't it Wally. This strange matter of the X-ray film so interesting to the Paris police. It began when you stepped off the plane from Lisbon. You know that it's somehow connected with a mysterious girl who kissed you and then hurried away to try and lose herself in the crowd at the airport. You're sure that she planted the X-ray film in your pocket but you don't know why or what it means. It's enough to send the lab attendant scurrying to his telephone and then trying to prevent you from leaving his office. You don't like it and back in your hotel there's something more that you don't like the appearance of your room. It's been ransacked from floor to ceiling and everything is a shambles. You stare around you wondering and then hear someone go past in the hall outside. By the time you can open the door and look out she's reached the end of the hall but it's the same girl isn't it Wally. The same girl who kissed you on the plane. You're sure she didn't see you so you race down the lobby in time to see her leave the hotel and enter another one directly across the street. There she put through a call on one of the room phones in the lobby. Unnoticed you stand close by hide behind a newspaper and listen. Room 812 please. Yes thank you. Hello. Hello Mr. Sydney. This is Marta Varnie. I just arrived. What? Oh then you read about it. Yes that end of it is closed. Dr. Salazar won't interfere with it. No I haven't got it with me right now. I only wanted you to know I was here and that we'll be able to make the deal soon. Yes I'll get in touch with you. Goodbye Mr. Sydney. Oh sorry if I kept you waiting for this phone. Hello honey. You're trying to be surprised huh? If you don't mind I... Oh but I do mind. You're not going anyplace. That is not until we talk. There's nothing to talk about Mr.... Frasier. The few friends I have call me Wally. That's fine Mr. Frasier. Oh you don't want to be friendly huh? Well I'm not surprised. Not after the way you tore my room up. This what you were looking for? Give that to me. Oh no no not so fast. Isn't anything it's just a negative of a picture of my aunt. She's 73. And likes to tell fairy tales just like you. No honey I take pictures for a living and this is an x-ray. All right but it still belongs to my aunt. Oh sure sure. You don't give up easy but you wouldn't not when you can think fast enough to get rid of it the way you did when the police showed up. The police? Uh-huh. I saw them take you away at the airport. Now come on tell Uncle Wally what it's all about huh? Who's noggin if we got a picture of? And what happened to dear old Dr. Salazar? Will you give it back to me? Maybe. Come on the bar's a good place to talk. But I've already told you Mr. Frazier the x-ray film was given to me. I was instructed to bring it here to Paris. But it's very important to you and the police or you wouldn't have slipped it into my pocket when you saw the cops. Yes it's important. Why? Why is it important? Because well you're a stranger here so I might as well tell you the truth. Good. It proves that a man named Dugain is still alive. Dugain? Yes. France's former public enemy number one. An international swindler, gangster, a murderer. He was believed to have died in explosion some years ago. And just how does an x-ray prove he's alive? The silver plateners go? Yes the design is so unusual. It's as if the surgeon who performed the operation had placed his signature on it. No other one like it? Nowhere in the world. The case was written up in medical journals many times. There were photographs of the Dugain x-ray. I checked Dr. Salazar's x-ray against them very carefully. There's no mistaking it. Okay and now that you've stopped telling fairy tales how did you get hold of the x-ray? There was an automobile accident in Lisbon three weeks ago. A man unconscious was taken into a Dr. Salazar's office. I was the doctor's assistant. And he took the x-ray only Dugain didn't know about it. He knows now. I see. The shakedown. He pays off or the x-ray goes to the cops. That's neat. That's very neat. That x-ray ought to be worth a lot of dough. That's right. How much is Dugain good for? My contact with Mr. Dugain says Dugain is a very wealthy respected citizen now. What name does Dugain go under? Nobody knows that except my contact. How do you get in touch with Dugain? If I knew Mr. Frazier do you think me foolish enough to tell you? No. But maybe your partner could. Partner? Your contact Mr. Sidney. Mr. Sidney? Yeah I overheard you talking to Mr. Sidney on the phone just now. Oh I see. Look sweetheart we got a good deal here except for one thing. How do we get to this guy Dugain? You think you could persuade Mr. Sidney to give you that information? What do you have in mind Mr. Frazier? What's your deal with Sidney? Percentage. How'd you like to split 50-50? We could cut out Mr. S, set up a partnership of our own, the two of us. That would be dangerous. Our partnership? No. Eliminating Mr. Sidney. No we could try. Yes. We could. Well how about it? I don't know. Make it over Marta. In the meantime I'll just hold on to the film. You can give me your answer tonight at dinner. Oh yeah I'm sure there's a quiet little place just around the corner. Candlelight, good wines, excellent food. There always is in Paris. All right. Oh and another thing. How do you know Dr. Salazar won't remember those medical magazine articles about Dugain and the Platonist scull? Dr. Salazar is dead. Oh an accident? Yes. What kind of an accident? He was killed with a pair of scissors. Why do you ask? No reason. I just wondered. Hello? Mr. Sidney this is your new partner. Partner? Partner? I'm afraid I don't understand. Well we're in business Mr. Sidney, the two of us, with an x-ray film. Do you think Mr. Dugain will be interested? Oh I see. I see. Yes I dare say he will be. Definitely sir. Good then let's talk. I'm calling from the lobby now. I think we could talk better in your room. Yes indeed sir. Come right up. Come in sir, come in. Did I interrupt a game of solitaire? Quite all right sir, quite all right. I was bored. In Paris? Sit down. Sit down. Thank you. Brandy? Yes thanks. You're an American? Better than that. I'm a native of Dallas. Oh you now? Well, well. Water Mr. Don't ruin the brandy. The name is Frazier, Wally Frazier. There you are sir. Thank you. Now Mr. Frazier. Well let's get right to the point. Precisely sir, to the point. To shake down citizens you gain, you'll need a certain x-ray right? May I ask sir, how did you come to know? Your partner Miss Varney, she told me all about it. Oh I see. Don't blame her too much. She didn't mean to tell me anything. The pressure was on. She had to get rid of the x-ray temporarily. Good thing she did, the cops would have grabbed it. Yes. Yes go on Mr. Frazier. What else did she tell you? Well not much more. That's the trouble. So you want to do business with me? Right. We cut Marta Varney out of the deal. Split it fifty-fifty? I'm afraid it's not that simple sir. Miss Varney could be dangerous. Oh? If we were to, as you put it, cut her out of the deal, she might very well get word to do gain. She knows how to get to the gain? Of course. Oh I see she told you she didn't. Yeah. Yes and that's why you came to me. I'm glad you did Mr. Frazier. So am I now. You don't trust women do you? Not since I was in high school. I let a sophomore borrow my yo-yo and she tied a knot in the string. Mr. Frazier. Yeah. When can I have the x-ray film? As soon as you set up the contact with Dugane we'll go to the payoff together. Fair enough. In the meantime however. Where's Marta Varney? Precisely sir. We've a good thing here. Big payoff. Mr. Dugane can well afford to pay enough for that x-ray to keep us for years but he's also a killer. We must be careful. Yeah yeah I guess you're right but how do we cut Miss Varney out of the deal? We can't be squeamish sir. After all Miss Varney is a murderess. Kill Dr. Salazar you know. Yeah she did didn't she? How do we do it? How it's done isn't important Mr. Frazier. We'll leave that up to the one who does the job eh? Well now wait a minute. One of us must do it Mr. Frazier. Yes but I... We'll cut for the honor sir. That's fair is it not? Well I don't know. Come Mr. Frazier you said we were partners. Cut. Well sir. Okay. Queen. Hmm hmm hmm seven of diamonds. It's up to me sir. I shall arrange a meeting with a girl tonight. Miss Varney and I are going to dinner together. Excellent. Where? Julian. Good. After dinner you will take a stroll along the Rue de Célestin toward the river. The street becomes narrow, dark, a block beyond the Carouselle. I will be there. Okay a block beyond America. But Mr. Sidney don't try pulling a fast one. If anything happens to be you'll never get that x-ray. I won't have it with me. Naturally not Mr. Frazier. I'm sure you're much too careful. Where are we going Mr. Frazier? No place in particular. Thought a stroll would do us both good after dinner like the one we've had. It was excellent. Though I must say you were rather quiet through it all. Was I? Things on your mind? Yeah. You haven't asked me yet if I've decided about our partnership. I hate to discuss business at dinner. I see. Oh look up ahead it's merry-go-round. Shall we Mr. Frazier? Marta. How about that partnership? Well I thought it over very carefully Mr. Frazier. Very carefully. Let's turn back we've got to talk. There's nothing to talk about really. Let's go on I want to see the river. No forget it. I insist Mr. Frazier. Hey wait a minute. That's a gun in my coat pocket wallet darling. I won't hesitate to pull the trigger. So that's your answer. It is. I have decided not to enter a partnership with you. Prefer to take your cut with Mr. Sidney? Wrong again. I'm not splitting anything with him either. Oh going all out on your own huh? That's it Wally. That's exactly it. Now shall we continue our stroll? Okay. Aren't you forgetting one thing? You can't make a deal with Duke Gain unless you have the X-ray. I intend to get it from you. You think I'm carrying it around in my hat band? I know where it is. I followed you this afternoon so you put it in a postal box. You will give me the key won't you? Will I? Of course. If you don't I'll simply take it. And then what happens? I wind up in the river. Perhaps. I haven't decided yet. Keep walking Mr. Frazier. Straight ahead. It's ironic isn't it Wally? At the point of a gun Marta forces you to walk a block beyond the carousel. Straight into the trap you and Mr. Sidney had planned for her. Suddenly Mr. Sidney steps out of the darkness. There's the flash of the knife and Marta Varney lies dead at your feet. You stare down at her and then feel a tugging at your sleeve. You turn and hurry away with Mr. Sidney and then later in a small bar he explains the next move. I have already made the arrangement sir. We will meet Mr. Dugane's courier in half an hour just off the ruler board. The ruler board? Okay. You sure he's got it straight? He has sir. When we meet you ought to give him the key to the postal box where the x-ray is. In return he will hand over the money. Right. I sort of like that arrangement don't you Mr. Sidney? The cautious approach. All around protection. Quite right sir. Shall we drink up? You smile back at Mr. Sidney as you raise your glass. He doesn't know what's in store for him does he? Once you have completed the transaction with Dugane's courier and gotten the money you know that you can take care of Sidney and have all the money for yourself. You find you're not the least bit sorry about having to kill him. Perhaps it's because of Marta Varney. He's disposing of her the way that he did. Yes. Somehow that makes it easier for you to kill him. To us Mr. Fraser. To our partnership and to many years of good living on Mr. Dugane's money. To us Mr. Sidney and to Mr. Dugane. And now how about keeping our appointment with new Dugane's courier. If you've looked at the new 1950 automobiles you've noticed such extra convenience features as automatic transmissions, air conditioning systems, and seats that recline or make into a bed. It's the trend of really modern products to serve you in additional ways beyond what is primarily expected of them. 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After the prisoner had been led away the prefect waited patiently for his assistant to return with the contents of the postal box. Then upon his return the prefect examined the x-ray and smiled with satisfaction. He then pulled his coat about him and stepped out into the rainy streets of Paris and hurried back to his house. And there standing before the fireplace his hands clasped behind his back he unfolded the story to his wife as she prepared his morning coffee. Finally the narrative over he sat down at the table. Just think of times three killings over an x-ray blackmailed. When will these fools learn when? But Rene how was it the killer confess so quickly? It was his only hope for leniency. After all we caught him running from the scene of the crime. Ballistics proved his gun fired the shot. His only hope of avoiding the guillotine was to cooperate with the police. Then this American this Mr. Fraser never found out the truth. Ah. Mr. Sidney killed him before Fraser had a chance to learn that Mr. Sidney and Jougaine are one. The same person. The x-ray film found in the postal box proves it beyond any doubt. Let that whistle be your signal for the Signal Oil Program the Whistler each Sunday night at this same time. Brought to you by the Signal Oil Company marketers of signal gasoline and motor oil and fine automotive accessories. Remember if you would like the fun of having your friends hear a limerick of yours on the Whistler the address to which to send it is the Signal Oil Company Los Angeles 55 California. All limericks become the property of the Signal Oil Company. Those selected for use on the Whistler will be chosen by our advertising representatives on the basis of humor suitability and originality. So of course they must be your own composition. Featured in tonight's story were Bill Foreman William Conrad Betty Lou Gerson and John Hoyt. 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