Till Death Do Us Part

Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invite you to let George do it. Till death do us part, another adventure of George Valentine.

Personal notice, change is my stock and trade. If it's loaded with dynamite and has to be kept confidential, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. Dear Mr. Valentine, enough violence has happened in my house to convince me that my sister a plain scatterbrained spinster of 42, should never have married a man so ruthless, so charming,

and so much younger than she is. It could have only been for her money, money that can never be his until she dies. Of all things, this great charmer, Cliff LeVire, is a former ballroom dancer, all of 30.

I want you to look into his past. Then we can go on from there. Respectfully yours, Miss Lydia Tarbell, Veach Co. Come on, Max. Come on. Miss Brooks and I have to make a train out the beach cold tonight.

I'm not taking easy, Georgie. I'm at the Atrical Agent, not a magician. Well, what did you find out about LeVar? Oh, they have been picking up information on this LeVar character. My secretary's got ridest crimp, and she's still blushing.

Your secretary, Max? Huh? Yeah, who am I kidding? Who's got a secretary? That's so true, friends. You don't have to put a production to get a fee out of me. It'll be the usual saw-back.

and don't think it ain't worth it long distance calls telegrams under will characters are charging on my leg just to say hello all that i went through back all yeah who might get it so i went down to the lobby made a telephone call for a nickel okay now i threw at a build-up max let's have it