Lost and Found

Standard of California on behalf of standard stations and independent chevron gas stations throughout the West invite you to let George do it. Another adventure of George Valentine. Personal notice. Danger is my stock and trade.

If you have something that must be handled with complete confidence, then you need me, George Valentine. Right full details. Dear Mr. Valentine, hatred between brothers is an old and tragic story. More tragic in my case because in all the years we haven't seen each other, my brother Phil has been exactly a model of virtue.

I feel I'm at least partially responsible and I'd like to make it up to him somehow. I think I finally succeeded in locating him, but at this point I need your help. You can reach me at the hotel's Stapleton and sign some silly yours, Martin Beppner.

Gosh, I think in a way this is well touching. One brother realizing is Aaron Tieder. Oh, Brooksie, you're a Dye-Din-The-Wolf sentimentalist. I bet you still have your first doll on your first dance program stashed away somewhere.

Yeah, along with some other sentimental relics I've collected since I met you. Oh. A blackjack, an old and faded poison pen letter, one sort of shotgun. Two-jangel, two-j. What do you say we call his Mr. Bettner at the Stableton and see just what he has on his mind?

I called you in Mr. Valentine because, Well, in a way you're my neighbor. What do you mean by that, Mr. Bettany? Well, look here, Mr. Ballantine, Miss Brooks. Yes. Here in the personal notice column of the paper, your head is just under mine.

Oh, yes. Now I remember your ad. You've been running this for a week or so. That's right, Miss Brooks. I just didn't tie it up with your letter. Let me see that. Uh, fella, let's forget the past. If you'll meet me half way, we can make up for all that bitterness.