The Noose Hangs High

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How tonight's story is The New Sang's High, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, I'm J.H. BQ, I'm editor of the local Sunday magazine section and come to think of it, I've always wanted to run a feature on you, that crazy Admiral, but I figured the two revelations of a Turkish secret policeman had more family appeal than so I forgot about it.

Anyhow, this letter concerns a different matter. Valentine, I am going to make a report of you. You are going to be the author of a serial on the Tova Embroles. What became of the exotic princess wedding stones?

Did the eminent ornithologist and shall fairweather find them or didn't they? What was the mysterious Christ that brought death to fairweather ten years ago? It the riddle of the two replaces why have the two big brothers refused to cross the threshold of their own gloomy mansion And for that very same ten years. What is the mystery of number 37 Ashton Street?

Well, well isn't it the greatest story you ever heard? Well, mr. McEwen. I know you came trotting over here fast enough I tell you it's the best feature we've had for years since the last mommy sued King Turf for alienation of affections What?