The Iron Cat

Personal notice, danger 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 Iron Cap, a transcribed adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, it's just by luck that last night I didn't kill myself. Yes, kill myself. Mr. Valentine, will you please stay in your office? I'm sure I can be there before six.

I need your help desperately tonight. Tonight, now that my eyes are more open, I need you. I need someone to help keep me from killing other people. Thank heaven, you waited. Oh, yes, forgive my appearance.

No, no. Come on in, Mr. Ramsey. Yeah, take the bags for you. Oh, I was out all night last night. Hello, I'm Clarebrook. How do you do? I walked and I haven't changed my clothes.

Oh, certainly have interfered with your dinner hour, haven't I? Oh, we had sandwiches and coffee sent up. Do you want some? You look as though you could use something to read, Mr. Ramsey. I don't know.

I haven't. I'll put them right here. They're not suitcases. Tape machine, the other one's a speaker. Tape machine? Recorder, my own, my manufacturer. Ramsey Dill company I designed it but I neglected the weight like carrying two elephants. Oh that's better. Here's the cup for you. Sure if you want. Oh thank you.

Oh coffee. Beautiful. Well I I brought those up here for some reason or I'll show you is something I suppose. Oh, well, maybe this will wake me up. You understand I'm mad both of you.