The Eight Ball (AFRS #16)

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 detail. Let George do it. The eight ball, another adventure of George Valentine.

Dear Mr. Valentine, there's no finer, no more exclusive little town on the map than summer spring. You're not selling them real estate, Nielsen. I'm writing this letter, big be quiet. Shut the door, will you, man?

We have it. Sure means him. Boys are a little nice, he gets the lunches broke out. Civicly, gets a lot of talk. None of them will ever do anything but the three of us. Always away, isn't it?

I don't know. You've only written one sentence. Shut up, Vic. And some spring. Perhaps you visited the hotel here yourself, Mr. Valentine. But at least, if the sure thing, you've seen the outrageous charges the federal grand jury city newspapers have been making about us. Now wait a minute, Nielsen, I'm still not so sure this is the right way to go at this. Here, here, the mayor speak. Well now, Vic,

you're a lawyer. Would you hire a man you've never seen to investigate your own backyard? Now there's a man I know of fine detective who would be only too glad to come down here. I'm detective like that police force of yours, I suppose. Can't see what's under their own nose. Well, I'm the responsible one and it seems to me that I should be. An actual

All his backs to the wall and his head is all full of surmises. Now she's got to stop being cautious sometime, am it? In my bank I make decisions and I make them fast. Yes, but I agree with Neil's, and Emmett.