The Prairie Dog

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. Well, Company of California, on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invite you to let George do it.

The Prairie Dog, the transcribed adventure of George Valentine. Come on, give me my change in plenty of the $5.15. Thanks. Oh, excuse me, my villain. Excuse me, that's mine. Alright, so it's not the fighter team.

Well, look who wants to read the newspaper. Who's following who, friend? You or me? Come on, loosen up, what are you? Hey, look out, make all my... It's Jerry Mase.

That's who it is, alright. Or was. One of my boys who went out to get the body said he thought he recognized him. was a friend of yours Valentine. That's why I get you down here to my office of action. Wait a minute Lieutenant Johnson didn't he have any identification.

Pockets were practically empty Miss Brooks wallet stuff on his side pocket gun. So he must have been slugged first Rob then shoved in front of the train. That's right Miss Brooks. Otherwise it might look like he just fallen or maybe even jumped off that station platform to kill him. Sure that was a nice guy. But

you don't have to beat around the barn to prove it was murder. What do you mean? He just got a new job a couple of months ago. Private investigator for the independent insurance company. For what?

Yeah, you heard me. Was anything at all left in his pockets? Hankageff, a couple of theaters scubs. Things are over there. He used to carry a bleeding off book, George. Remember? That he'd write up his cases and- Jefferson theft case.