No Escape from the Jungle

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. Well, Governor, of California, on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invites you to let George do it.

I'll now escape from the jungle, another adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, my name is Peter Falrasso. I am a research chemist for one of the rubber companies with offices in Rangoon. I have devoted my life to my work, which I suppose to someone else would be about as dull as my own person.

It has been years since I have even followed the American newspapers, met alone in Captain Brest of your customs. I have never been in your city before. I say all this, we will understand how impossible it is for me to find, to locate a certain men without your help. A man who like myself has just arrived from Burma. A man who is here,

but is not here. It is a death of honor, you understand. Surely a personal matter. I must see him. I only have a few days before I return to the jungle. Wait a minute, Mr. Van Russell. You said this man is here, but he isn't here. I assure you, it is just as confusing to me as is to you,

Miss Brouk. Well, the start at the beginning. What's this man's name? Hall of Well, Karen's Hall of Wellness. Oh, he's about 40 years old. Tall, quite distinguished. How old? Does he live here? Did you look him up on the phone book?