The Corpse on a Caper

Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West Invites you to let George do it. The corpse on a caper, another adventure of George Valentine. First of all, notice, dangerous my stock and trade.

If the world has you spinning on your head, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. My dear Mr. Valentine, mine is no world-shaking problem, merely a grim and unpleasant duty. One of my girls here at Cliffbrier College passed away several days ago.

Her body must be accompanied to her home in Mexico City. If you're available for this assignment, please phone me at the school this afternoon. Then you can meet Miss Burdick. Meet Miss Burdick, our resident nurse at Eitler's funeral home this evening, and make the necessary arrangements.

Yours very truly Julia Dunham, Stoner D. I don't know about you, Brooks E. But I'd rather be on a slow-baulted shot. Good, Briar College. I wonder how old the poor girl was. Do you think she had a boyfriend, George?

Think of how he must feel. Let's think of the problem at hand, Angel. Do we take this or not? Who are you kidding? You've already made up your mind. Somebody has to do what the law says that a corpse must have a chaperone.

Then of course there's Mexico City. Yeah, I'll bring you back a couple of maracas. It's a souvenir. We'll talk about that later, Senor. Shall I give Beanstoner a ring? Mexico City. Why in the sunshine?

Senor read is with flashing eyes. You shut up. Here's the burial permit and a copy of the district certificate, Mr. Valentine. Okay, Miss Burdick. You'll need those when you get to the train tomorrow. How old was she, Miss Burdick?