The Prairie Dog

First I'll notice, dangerous my stockin' trade. If the job's too tough for you to hand it, 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 Prairie Dog, a transcribed adventure of George Valentine. Come on, come on, give me my change, I'm trying to get the 515. Thanks. Excuse me. Pardon me, lady. Excuse me. That's mine. All right, so it's not the five that's been.

Well, look who wants to read the newspaper. Who's following who, friend? You or me? Come on, loosen up. What are you? Hey, look out. Let go of mine. It's Jerry Mase. That's who it is, all right.

Oh, it was. One of my boys who went out to get the body said he thought he recognized him. I wasn't thought he was a friend of yours Valentine. That's why I get you down here to my office of that.

Wait a minute Lieutenant Johnson, didn't he have any identification? Pockets were practically empty Miss Brooks. Wallot, stuff on his side pocket gone. So he must have been slogged first, robbed and then shoved in front of the train.

That's right Miss Brooks. Otherwise it might look like he just fallen or maybe even jumped off that station platform to kill him. Sure, that was a nice guy. But you don't have to beat around the barn to prove it was murder.

What do you mean? He just got a new job a couple of months ago, private investigator for the independent insurance company. for what? Yeah, you heard me. Was anything at all left in his pockets?