A Visit from Merlin

Personal notice, dangerous, my stock and trade. If a job's too tough for you to handle, you've got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full to tail. 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.

A visit from Merlin, another adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, perhaps you have heard my name. my name, Arthur Hurston Renwick, or just the Renwick collection of medieval art. I don't like violence or violent people, so you can imagine my shock at the following episodes.

A stranger, Mr. Valentine, and I am a habitual kind to strangers ventured into my somewhat unusual domain, Renwick Manor, a little man in a tattered coat. Due to certain circumstances, I was in a position of feeling and necessary to give him a small gift, but before I could completed, friendly gesture. The man halted me. He gave me a gift. It was a 10th century

dagger, Mr. Valentine stolen from my own precious collection. The dagger was covered with blood. My husband is in here, Mr. Valentine. Oh, thanks, Mrs. Runway. This is certainly an unusual house you have. Oh, George Look, a real suit of armor.

Not my size. In his book, It Isn't a House. It's a castle. You should join my staff on Dusting Days. You'll find out. He built it on the ruins of some Spanish grande's old fortress.

That's why it's a ring-based. What? Oh, don't mind me. You live out here on the ocean, buried in the Middle Ages, and about that far from civilization, with nobody to talk to. But King Arthur and I all seem to be planning people here now.