Solo in Whispers (aka-So Low in Whispers)

Personal notice, faint as my stockin' 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, invites you to let George do it.

Solo in whispers, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, really I do need your help to figure it out Because it's rather the sort of thing that makes a man lose a lot of sleep.

And at the age of 45, I find that sleep is almost as important as food. You see, I went to the gate this morning, our place is out in the country. Now the messenger with a package and I signed for it.

Nothing extraordinary there. And you'll probably think there's nothing extraordinary when you... When you have to sign for a package along with this letter. Hey, what's this, Brooksie? A package? Uh-huh, came with the letter. Oh, what's this?

Well, record, I already unwrapped it. Anyway, Mr. Valentine... Holy graff record. Huh? Looks like a blind one from here. No, the other side, I guess, see. Oh, yeah. But it's still blank in the middle.

No, ladle. Go on. Um, anyway, Mr. Valentine, I'd appreciate a call from you on the subject of why it is unnecessary to explain my whisper. Whisper? What's that, is what? Well, that's what he says.

It is unnecessary to explain my whisper. Oh, well, maybe it doesn't here. It's in quotes, George. And that's all. Sincerely, Pietro Saville. Huh? Well, come on. Play the record. Here we are. Okay. Pietro Saville, a man by the western.