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The Signal Oil Company is bringing you The Whistler.Today we will tell you a tale of avarice and greed.The awful price John Hendricks paid for selling his soul to the devil.The story of Death Demands a Payment.
But first, if you'll bear with me for a moment, I'd like to make a suggestion about your car.Because right now, it's a very valuable possession. one you won't be able to replace until six months or a year after the war.
Keeping your present car running is dependent on current lubrication, more so than most people realize.
When you leave your car anywhere handy and just say, grease it, you're likely to find later that certain hard-to-find lubrication points have been missed.And in these times, even minor repairs can lay a car up for days.
If lubrication fails on parts you can't repair or replace, then you're really out of luck.Doesn't seem worth that much worry, does it? especially when getting acquainted with a convenient signal dealer, can relieve you of it.
He knows his stuff, uses the auto manufacturer's own lubrication chart in taking care of your car.In fact, checks every lubrication point twice.
You see, he's not just an attendant, but an independent businessman in his community, with a genuine interest in keeping his customers' cars in service.I think you'd find it pleasant and profitable to have him count you as one of his regulars.
So stop by next week for a really correct lubrication job or anything else on which your signal dealer can help you out.I believe you'll thank me for the tip.And now... I am the Whistler.
And I know many things, for I walk by night.I know many strange tales, many secrets, 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.
A huge, sprawling stone structure, surrounded by high gray walls, appears against the storm-lashed, lightning-streaked night sky. The State Penitentiary.In a cell in this dismal building sit two men.
One is John Hendricks, a man of 60, a lifer, sentenced 10 years ago for the murder of his wife and stepson.Murdered Martha and her simple-minded son for the $10,000 she kept hidden in the big house on the outskirts of town.
John's cellmate is one Bill Smith, otherwise known as Number 1014. Bill has changed in the five years he's been here.He's decided to go straight, if he ever gets out.Bill Smith started reading here, reading philosophy and so forth.
Bill Smith has changed, but John Hendricks hasn't changed.Not Hendricks, because he has a plan.He has a clever plan in mind.
Well, I got to say, Bill, is that I think you're crazy enough to make the try with me.It's a matter of opinion, isn't it?It's all fixed.Not a chance of a slip-up.Don't tell me you got the break fixed with the warden.
What difference does it make who it is, so long as the whole thing is set?In breaks, I think you're nuts.You're crazy.Yeah?I'm getting out of this place.I got a reason, a good reason.I got something waiting for me outside.
Something that belongs to me.I'm the only one that knows where it is.I'm getting out of here.You're in here for a long time, Bill. If you don't want to make the try with me, you can stay and rot.
Suppose you do find this money hidden away in the old lady's estate.What good would that do you?
You killed her and her stepson to get it, didn't you?
I did not.I didn't kill anybody.Say you did.That ain't true.But I know where the money is.Okay.You can break out.
You can have the money, but... Well, I've done a lot of thinking and reading since I've been here.
Maybe so.But this much I do know.If I ever do get out, I'll do things differently. Yeah.A nut.
I get exactly what's coming.And believe me, I think so are you.You'll break out, they'll have you back one way or another.
Watch and see.Well, I'm going, so you watch and see.Just watch.
And now, another night, several months later. Another storm.A lonely country road.A car.The southern part of the state.That village we passed a few miles back.That silent, sleeping village was Marzenburg.
And that small stone building was the county courthouse.The courthouse where John Hendricks was tried and convicted for the murder of his wife and her simple-minded son, Henry. We're on the outskirts of town now.
A young man is driving the old car, and there's a girl beside him.Motor trouble?There, just ahead, a light.Yes, it's a little crossroad store.
There's a light inside, George, but I don't see anybody.It's closed.We'd better drive on.
Yeah, I guess you're right, Joan.
Evening, folks.There's trouble.
Well, we're having motor trouble.
That's all. What are you doing driving around on a night like this?Well, we're on our way west.
Well, mister, is there an inn or something around here where we can stay for the night?
Inn?Well, there's a place about eight miles up the road.They'll probably put you up.There's a sign on the left-hand side of the road.You can't miss it.This road's pretty bad, though, and rains.Gotta be careful you don't find yourself walking.
Well, thank you.We'll try it.Good night.Good luck, mister.You need the luck.
The storm is increasing now.The little car lurches and bounces in its fight to keep the center of the highway.Two miles, three miles, four, maybe five, and look, there it is, straight ahead.On the right side of the road, a blue light.That's it.
Wait, George. Did the old man say on the right side or the left side of the road?
Oh, George, what's wrong?
Oh, I don't know.The distributor must have gotten wet.
That blue light was gone.It's gone.Where is it?Oh, we must have passed it.Oh, we couldn't have.I was looking right at it.It seemed as though it just disappeared into thin air.
I'd better turn in here.This motor won't last much longer.
I can't see a thing, can you?
It's certainly a desolate looking place.There must be a house back in there.Oh, there it is.There's the driveway, 20 feet ahead.
Yeah.Well, this motor's about to conk out.We better drive in and see what we can find.
Yes, drive in, George.You'll find something.That's right.Through the gate.Make the curve, hurry. There goes your motor, a little more.Now!
Oh, we've just made it.Thank heaven.
Yes, that's right.Always thank heaven at a time like this.All right, get out and go up on the porch.
I'm all right.What do we do with the bags?
We leave them here until we find out if there's anyone here.Come on.
No.I can't see a thing.Gee, this place looks completely deserted.I don't think anyone lives here.
I don't either.Oh, let's go.
Where do I get my flashlight?There.No, there's no bell that I can see.Maybe you're right.Maybe it is deserted.
Then why should they have a light on the road saying lodging?
That is strange, isn't it?But I wonder why it went out just as we reached it.
I wonder. George don't knock I don't like it let's go on with a dead motor where could we go no.Well.All right.
That's right not George not go ahead.Out there.
Again. We've just got to have shelter.
Yes, we can't stay in that car any longer.Can we?No.
Here it comes.Now you're on your own, George.On your own.
Good evening.What is it? Well, um, our car... Yes, our car stalled.We can't go any farther.It's such a terrible night out that we thought we could stop here for the evening.Stop here?
Why, yes, we saw your light and... Light?
Well, the blue neon out in front.
Well, uh, could we come in?I mean, it's awfully wet out here.
You may come in, if you wish.Oh, thank you.
It's quite a relief.We were afraid you'd closed up for the night.Thanks to when all the lights were out.
Of course the lights are out.Oh, I didn't know.You do take tourists, do you?
Well, yes, that's what they told us.
Who told you?The man.The old man at the little store back at the crossroad told us.
Little store?Yes, at the crossroad about five miles back.You know where the crossroad is, don't you?
There is no store at the crossroad.
Oh, I see.Well, look, madam, would you mind turning on the light?I can't see a thing.
We have no light here.No?No light?
Give me a flashlight, Joan.She means there's no electricity here.No, there is no light here.
Throw the flashlight around.There must be a lamp.
No, don't make a light.We sleep well in the dark.
We?Who's we?Is there someone else in the house?My son.
Oh, oh, well he's gone to bed.
He's standing beside you.
Yes, mother.Give me that flash.
You've got it.You've got it.
Oh, yeah, I have.Gee whiz, how long you been standing here, bub?Since you came in.Is that so?Well, I didn't see you.You make a noise like a spook.
Who are you?What is your name?
It's George Kimball.This is my wife, Joan.We're on our way west as travellers.
Travellers, are we?What?Quiet, son, quiet.
No, no, let him talk.He's quiet enough.
How long have you folks been living here?
We've lived here all our lives.Say, how about closing the door?
Take it easy, darling.Don't get excited.Look, madam, there's a candle on that table over there by the fireplace.
Yes.And if you don't mind, I'm going to light it.Please don't.Wait a minute.If you want us to stay here, I insist that we have some light.You do want us to stay here, don't you?
Do we?Do we, son?Yes, mother.What? What are you looking at me for?Yes, mother.Without lies.Yes, mother.Oh, George, let go.I don't want to stay here tonight.
This place doesn't look good to me.
There has been no good here for many years.
You see what I mean, George?
I don't get it.You don't seem to want us to get your son done.How do you make any money that way?
You don't?You mean you haven't had any guests lately?No.
Well, you can't expect any if you act like this.
But we do expect a guest.Don't we, son?
Yes, mother.He certainly has a surprise coming.Yes, he has.How many rooms has he?
There are many rooms, but only one.
Only one?Oh, that doesn't make sense.
What do you mean?Only one. Okay.
Well, you mean only one equipped?
Well, then if you've got a reserve for this guest you expect, then what are we going to do?
There is an inn farther along the road.They have rooms.They will take you.
It will be best for us.Yes, but our distributor got wet, so the car won't even run.Where is your car?
It's right there at the foot of the step.
I see no car.No?Why, it's standing right there.
George, where is it?It's gone.
It is gone.Where and how?I didn't hear a sound.Oh, it must have rolled ahead.
Turn your light around.Say, what goes on here?
Son.Yes, mother?You move the car.Yes, mother.Why?You. I understand, son.I understand.
Now, now, wait a minute.Your son moved it?Well, how could he?The motor won't run, and maybe he would.Well, we didn't hear a sound.No sound.How'd you move it?I don't know.That's a fine thing.
Here we are in a place where they don't want us and no way of leaving.Well, you've got us on your hands now.You'll have to make the best of it.
Oh, no, George.We'll leave.
Oh, no.This is all silly.Now, come on.Let's have some light and cut the monkey business.
Son, what have we decided?Yes, mother, we've decided, yes.Very well, if you wish.If you wish, you may stay.Stay until... Until when?
Well, that's better.Now, that's more like it.Now, our life is canceled.There we are.
Well, I'll be... Look at that duck and the cobweb.This place looks deserted.It looks like an old cellar.Well, how about the room?Do we get it, or the guests are expecting it?
There is another room that will do for us.Well, could we see it?
By the way, how much did you charge?We charge nothing.
You charge nothing?Nothing.
Sounds silly, but it's a break for us.We're running short anyway.Let's see the room.
Very well, ladies upstairs.
Very well.Come on, John.Bring that other can.
Come, son.Follow me.Yes, ma'am.
I never saw so much dust.Right.
They must like it, you know.Nice, clean dust.
That room at the head of the stairs.
This room's well furnished.Is this the room reserved for your expected guest?
But you said you only had one room furnished.Who sleeps here?
I stay here now.Oh, I see.
Well, it's a nice soft bed.It was always comfortable.We leave you now.Come, son.We must leave them alone now.Yes. Leave them alone.Good night.Good night.You will lock your door.Huh?
Oh.Oh, yes.We'll lock it.
Did she say good night?Or goodbye?
I don't know.I thought she said... She... She did say goodbye.
What a screwy outfit.Boy, I wish we hadn't had car trouble.That's what we get for trying to drive in the rain.
How much money have we left?
Not very much.Just enough to get to Los Angeles.The way I figure.But once we get there, I know there'll be a job for me.We'll make it, don't you worry.You'll see me in a nice job in Hollywood.
I'm not worried about seeing you in Hollywood.
No.I'm just worried about seeing you in... In the morning.
The same night, but later.It's midnight.Another car on the same road.You know who it is.It's John Hendricks.And you know where he's going. He turns in at our deserted mansion, up the driveway, and stops.
He steps out, slips up the step, opens the door, and throws his flash about the dusty room.The cobwebs glisten in the beam.A few moments, and the light comes to rest on the fireplace.
He steps quickly to the mantle, draws a small hammer and a chisel from his pocket, and sets to work removing a brick.Now he's finished.The brick is loose.He reaches in and withdraws a heavy yellow envelope.
He starts to put it in his pocket, but suddenly freezes in his tracks.He can't move.He turns icy cold.Turn around, Hendrick.Turn around.Look.At the foot of the stairs across the room,
Stands a woman holding a candle, and beside her a grinning youth, holding an axe.Turn around, Hendricks.Look at their heads, covered with blood.
Turn around.John Hendricks, murderer.
Yes, John.No, no.We'll come for you, John. No, no, no, please don't come near me, please.
I've suffered.I've suffered.I didn't mean to do it.I didn't plan to kill you.I went mad.I lost my head.No, no, no, no.Don't come near me.You can have the money.You can have the money.
No, please.Don't come near me, please.No, please.You can have the money.
No, no, no.There's the money on the floor.Please, please.Please don't come near me. I heard a scream.It's downstairs.So did I. Then show us.
I'll open the door.It must have been downstairs. I don't see a thing.
Here, here's a flashlight.
Look, a man down there on the floor.Come on.He's dead.
It's been fired, but I don't see a mark on him.
No, you don't.Stand where you are.George.Come.What's going on here?Hand over that gun. Hey, what are you doing here?
We're stopping here.That is, we're just leaving.
I can see that.You know this man on the floor?
Joan, what's the matter with you?
No, no, no, we don't know him.
Take a look at him, Frank.Yes, sir.What are you two doing here?Why, we're guests.
Who's guests?Why, guests, lodgers, tourists.Guests of the old lady.
What old lady?The old lady who lives here.
The old lady and her son.
Well, you'll have to cook up a better one than that.
Drive here?Where's your car?
Son?Old lady?What are you talking about?
They live here.They said they owned this place.We had motor trouble and they put us up for the night.
He isn't dead.Breathing.Looks like he had a stroke or something.Him, all right.John Hendricks.
Take a look around, see if there's anyone else here.
You. What's your name?George Kimball.This is my wife.We're on our way to California.Do you know who this man is?Certainly.
We've been on his trail.He's an escaped convict.Is this your gun?No, sir.Did he shoot at you?No, sir.Well, this gun's been fired.We heard shots as we turned in the driveway.Oh.Look at the bullet holes near the ceiling.
Hendricks probably missed whoever he shot at because of the stroke.Oh, Frank, what'd you find?
Not a sight of anyone, sir.Nothing but dust and cobweb.
Oh. Look, Kimball, you said there was an old lady and her son here.
Well, sure.They were here all evening.
Well, they let us in and showed us to our room.They certainly were here.What did the old lady look like?Well, she had gray hair and wore kind of a house dress and an apron.What did the boy look like?Oh, he was a big kid.I'd say about 20.
He had a round, rosy face.And I think, in fact, I know he was kind of simple-minded.He had a strange laugh. Oh, yes, and he had red hair.
Well, I'll be darned.What do you think of that, Frank?
Golly, it gives me the creeps.Why so?
Do you know who you've just described?
The old lady and her son who used to live here.
Yes, they were murdered here ten years ago.
Sure, sure.This man on the floor was her husband, the boy's stepfather.He was tried for killing them with an axe and stealing her money and bonds.He got off with second degree because of lack of evidence.
He escaped to which he'd go and headed this way. We've been on his trail ever since he entered this county.So you see, Kimball, if there was anybody else here tonight, it must have been a figment of your imagination.
This house has been deserted for 10 years.
Good Lord.Look, Duncan.I found this envelope on the dining room floor there.
Well, what do you know?The Bonds.Old Martha Hendricks Bonds.That's why Hendricks came here.Look around.We'll probably find the money, too.
But where did they go, the old lady?
No place. Because they weren't here, Kimball.Well, we'd better get him out of here and back to headquarters.
Hey, wait a minute, don't leave us!
We won't.You're coming along, too.
We'll need you for a day or two.Now let's get going, Frank, come on.
But where did they go?We saw them.We know they were here.
Well, you certainly described them to a T, but, oh, don't worry too much about it.You know, things like this can drive you nuts.You know what I mean.Things like this.Well, things like this sometimes just It just happened.You know what I mean?
No?Oh, come on, come on, let's go before I get the heebie-jeebies.
The Whistler will finish his strange tale in just a moment.While we're waiting for his explanation, here's an interesting statement from a military expert about the gasoline we're all doing without.
If you've been to several gas stations and found them out, you'll appreciate it.This military authority says, quote, we're fighting a war of engines.The side which keeps the most tanks and trucks rolling, the most planes flying, will win.
This takes many more engines than we had to keep running in peacetime.And some of these military motors burn a gallon of gas a minute.The oil industry's job is to keep the fuel tanks of these engines full.It's a tremendous job.
Oil men are doing everything they can to increase production.But over 53% of all the gasoline produced must now go into military use."Unquote.
The Signal Oil Company brings you these facts so that when your signal dealer can't fill her up as he used to, you can better appreciate how the gallons you're doing without are helping carry us down the road to victory.
Another way by which America's unequaled resources are winning this war.Now, the whistler.
What was it the officer said?Things like this just sometimes happen?Just happen?Well, sometimes they do and can't always be explained.But not this time.Oh no, not this time.This can be explained.
Remember John Hendricks cellmate Bill, Bill Smith, number 1014?He can explain.He knows all about it because he planned it.
Yes, he had learned all the dope from Hendricks and he sent his pal, the phony Spooks, to get the money when Hendricks recovered it.You see, he didn't want to hurt John.He wanted to scare him out of it.Remember? Bill 1014 said he had changed.
He said he'd never do things the way he'd done them before.And he didn't.But he hadn't changed.I know.Next week, same time, I, the Whistler, will return to tell you another unusual story.Good night.
Original music for this production was composed and conducted by Wilbur Hatch.The Whistler, brought to you by the Signal Oil Company, is written and directed by J. Donald Wilson and originates from Columbia Square in Hollywood.Bill Pennell speaking.
This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.
