A Visit From Merlin

Personal notice, Stange is my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you get a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. 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.

A visit from Merlin, another adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, perhaps you have heard my name, Arthur Thurston-Rinwick. Renwick, or just the Renwick collection of medieval art. I don't like violence or violent people, so you can imagine my shock at the following episode. A stranger, Mr. Valentine, and I am habitually kind to strangers, ventured into my somewhat

unusual domain, Renwick Manner, a little man in a tattered coat. Due to certain circumstances, I was in the position of feeling it necessary to give him a small gift, but before I could complete this friendly gesture, the man halted me. He gave me a gift. It was a 10th century dagger, Mr. Valentine, stolen from my own precious collection.

The dagger was covered with blood. My husband isn't here, Mr. Valentine. Oh, thanks, Mrs. Runway. This is certainly an unusual house you have. Oh, George, look. A real suit of armor. And not my size.

Miss Brooks, it isn't a house. It's a castle. You should join my staff on dusting days. You'd find out. He built it on the ruins of some Spanish grandis, old fortress. That's why it's so English.

Oh, what? Oh, don't mind me. You live out here on the ocean, buried in the Middle Ages, and about that far from civilization, with nobody to talk to, but King Arthur and all those. There seem to be plenty of people here now.