The Witch of Mill Hollow

Personal notice changes my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right, full detail. Standard Oil Company of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West invite you to let George do it.

The Witch of Mill Hollow, another adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, my name is Salas Oric And from my experience as editor of a small town week newspaper, I know that I'll have to say but a few words in order to attract your attention.

Let me only preface my statement with a remark that Mil Hollow is just an ordinary town with an ordinary number of secrets and the ordinary amount of gossip. That until a year ago, we all got along quite well together without any disturbing element to ruffle the surface of our peaceful existence.

Further, the fish is the year 1950, and what happened seems almost impossible. What happened it did. And yet now, as of this morning, our town is once more peaceful. The disturbing element is no more.

And why? Because Mr. Valentine's, last night there was a fire. And in that fire, the witch was burned. Now wait a minute, Mr. Valentine. There ain't no such thing as witch is, you know that.

I don't care what Sayoaric wrote you. He's sort of a windbag anyway. We wanted your opinion, Mr. Stern. He ought to be back in his office over there, but he's in. I'm a busy man to name his brooks.

A couple of real estate deals. Mr. Stern's, we can catch your egg later, all right. We'll be cleaning woman at his place. August says, you're the man who can tell us the facts in a hurry.