The Bus To Valley Junction

Harry's side. Morning Harry.

How's that bus of yours? Still all in one piece, sir? Well, if I was you can tell in one look, it's all in one piece. But I wouldn't want to have to pay a dollar for every nut and bolt that's dropped from Valley Junction to the main highway.

Well, you ought to get the company to buy your new bus, Harry. The drivers in the city get new buses. Folks on my route wouldn't know me if I was to turn up with a new bus.

That was business, I... Oh, good. Always good this time of year. Have a store full of people nearly every day from sun up to sunset. Eh, sort of glad it's a little slow now. Yeah. You was out taking a little ride near my place yesterday, wasn't you, sir?

Hey. Come to think of it, I was. Yeah. You don't recollect who you saw out in the archery with me, do you? No, don't think I do. Well, now that's being mighty smart, I guess I.

Eh? Don't exactly get what you mean, Harry. I mean exactly what I said. You'll be in mighty smart, not recollecting who you saw out at my place yesterday. I don't remember seeing anyone. Yeah, well, now that's just the thing to remember, if anybody asked you.

Because if you remember you did see somebody, and if you know who he was, why, there's no telling what will happen to you. You know what I mean? So long, sir. The telephone. That's what I'll do.

Haperated, this is Saigh Garden at the General Store in Valley Junction. You get me the city, will you? I want to talk to a fellow named Boston Blackie. And now meet Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie.