The Flowers That Smelled of Murder

Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West invites you to let George do it. The flowers that smelled of murder. Another adventure of George Valentine. Personal notice changes my stock and trade. If you're in on a game and you know you're gonna draw the losing hand deal me in George Valentine. Right full details.

Dear Mr. Valentine, I'm a freshman at Western State University. I'm majoring in I'm not imagining things, so give me a chance to tell you the whole story. I live in Quonset-Hot Number 8 University Road. The name is Louise Derein.

That role of Quonset's on University Road, they're all reserved for XGIs. If our freshman friend took any part in the recent unpleasantness, she's not a good friend. So give me a chance to tell you the whole story. I live in Quonset Hut number eight University Road The name is Louise Derein That role of Quonset's on University Road. They're all reserved for XGIs

If our freshman friend took any part in the recent unpleasantness, she's not likely to be a lightheaded character Well, so if she has murder on her mind, okay, whether she's the next whack or just plain whacky Western state here we come Oh, Louise. Yeah, sure she's here. Darling, coming out soon.

I'll be right there, Daddykin. I'll just get out of the shower. I have a seat, Miss Brooks. What do you want? Oh, thank you. Louise wrote me quite a letter. She said something about a murder.

Oh, yes, I know. The poor child's been walking around with the idea of murder on her mind for days. Which reminds me. Remind you of what? of what? Do you know what Socrates said about murder, Miss Brooks?