The White Elephant

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The White Elephant, another adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, I don't like letters very often these days. Having friends between one exchange is the best of one's mind and heart is rather gone out of fashion.

To exchange anything less is this already. You mustn't listen to Sam, Mr. Valentine. My brother and I have enjoyed our life of seclusion. After all, we've lived this way almost entirely. Ever since I do parent's die in a train accident unless it's a load of the age of 10.

I only speak a little sadly because it's every person much. I've been going through the unpleasant path of making out a will. And I think you should be informed of the fact that I'm including you in my will.

Yet, Mr. Valentine, I'm leaving you to sum up $1000. You will receive this legacy when you have caught my murderer. What? Alice May Edmund number one bar Salamu Square That's the commercial this time. And on the letter here there's an engraving of a quiet elephant.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, excuse me. No, no, I was just going to ring the bell. Do you think number one bar Salamu is? Oh, wait, no peddlers or agents allowed, no solicitables? No, we're not, Peter.

I'm saving you trouble at all. You'll only have an iron deer, so, that is the house. It's a booby hat. A forty-two-room booby hat. Okay, thanks very much, goodbye. All right, go on in, but me, I still go out.