The White Elephant

Personal notice, Stange is my stockin' trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full detail. Standard Oil Company of California, on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invites you to let George do it.

The white elephant, another adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, I don't write letters very often these days. Having friends with whom one exchanges the best of one's mind and heart is rather gone out of fashion.

To exchange anything less is this already. And you mustn't listen to Stan, Mr. Valentine. My brother and I have enjoyed our life as a fusion. After all, we live this way almost entirely. Ever since I do, parents died in a train accident in the system loan that the age has changed.

I only speak a little sadly because it's every person much. I've been going through the unpleasant task of making out a will. And I think you should be informed of the fact that I'm including you in my will.

Yes, Mr. Valentine, I'm leaving you to sum up $1,000. You will receive this legacy when you have caught my murderer. What? Miss Alice May Edmond, number one by Salamu Square. That's the commercial district. And on the letter here, there's an engraving of a quiet elephant.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, excuse me. No, no, I was just going to ring the bell. Do you think number one by Salamu Square? No way, no peddlers or agents allowed, no soliciting money. Oh, we're not paying attention.

I'm saving you trouble, that's all. You'll only have an iron deer thrown at you. That isn't a house, a booby hat, a 42-room booby hat. Okay, thanks very much, goodbye. All right, go on in, but me, I'll still go out.