The Ant Hill

Personal notice, dangerous my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got 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.

The Anhill, another adventure of George Valentine. Hey, wait a minute, who is this? However I need your help with them. Riley, it's you, isn't it? Lieutenant Riley. Yes, yes, it's me and I'm the one going crazy.

Alright, have it your own way. What are you talking about? Valentine, I've got a stumble bum once you help. I don't blame him, you make so much sense. I'd say I need your help. Sure, this little guy isn't much, but the idea...

Well, hold it, will you? You said this guy's dying? Police hospital. The doctor gives him a day or two of the best. Can't operate, can't stop the infection. From what, Lieutenant? Oh, gunshot wounds, Miss Brooks.

One gun, but all six shells. Happened in a dark alley. Whoever it was didn't want to miss him, I guess. That little man must be tough. Maybe. Or lucky or unlucky. He's one of those guys who's born to end up at the bottom of the pile, Valentine.

And why are you so interested in him? It's just possible that he can steer us all the way to the top of the pile. His name's Treyla. I told you he was the littler shrimp in the slot machine rocket.

The repair man. Well, we've never found out who the big shrimp is. Ah, I see. I worm my way into the man's confidence, and then maybe he spills, is that it blows the whole rocket up for you?