The Bookworm Turns

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The bookworm turns, another adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, I am the owner of a small bookshop. If you are familiar at all with rare editions, I am sure you will recognize my name.

Paul Jacobs Humber. Well, I need your advice. You've heard of bookworms, haven't you? Abraham Lincoln, Steve, I candlelight, of students rioting to keep libraries open so that men may learn? Well, for the past two nights my shop has been broken into, but I simply can't bring myself to call the police because nothing is stolen, not a book, not a penny from the cash register.

So you must be with me tonight by ten o'clock, because, Mr. Valentine, I believe I am being visited by the most ardent bookworm of them all. A man who Jimmy Zuwendo merely for the purpose of reading my books.

Yes, reading. But reading what? And why? Certainly I'm enough, books, Mr. Herr. Don't you ever sell any? Well, these racks go out in front when the shop is open. This broke up. We won't care.

Six for a dollar, huh? We're trying to surprise anyone. It seems to me. Oh, no, he's never broken in this, Ernie. I often stayed here myself till 10 or 11, Mr. Valentine. I've never seen the guy yourself, huh?

Why do I say guy? Why do you say he? Here, there's an aisle through here. Just follow me. I don't want to turn the lights on. Mr. Humber, why do you say? I heard you.