The Man Behind the Frame

Personal notice, Stange is my stockin' trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. 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 man behind the frame, another adventure of George Valentine. Bunch of energy, Bunch of energy! Who let you guys shut up? Shut up, will ya?

I'm trying to talk on that telephone, how can I... Well, that's better. Bunch of crazy banshees. Hello. Yes. Yes, now I can hear ya. Lawrence Ferguson? The kid? Well, sure he works for me. Came down from Emmett'sville with me just yesterday.

What'd he do? Get high on too much soda pop? Oh, look, friend, where we are. I'm no nursemaid. Don't bother me with any of this. Shut up, you guys! He what? When? Where did he?

Lieutenant, for gosh sakes, tell me. All right. Of course. County jail. I got it. Dear Mr. Valentine, my name's Vic Burnett, federal office equipment company. If you remember, the guy sold you the wire recorder for your office.

I'll cancel out the last three payments on it if you come down fast to the county jail I need help a crazy rule by brought into town for a convention just so we could see the sites is now staring at the inside of a cell He's been locked up for murder. Oh, okay, mr. Pernet. Oh, okay. I feel responsible for him

He's never been down here before he's not even a salesman. You see up in Emmett's been I wanna see him valentine or don't you just a minute lieutenant? He's never done anything but read comic books, but I can't let him get railroaded like a common up He's not being railroaded for anything and a woman is dead, isn't she?