Needle in a Haystack

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Needle in the haystack, another adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, I quite appreciate the imposition of sending you this urgent demand on a holiday, but I must seal. I must have your help immediately.

My entire life's work is in jeopardy. My labor, my love, the brute of my brain has been stolen from it. Twelve priceless objects, Mr. Valentine, the culmination of my life's endeavor. My entire fortune, stolen.

Please, please meet me at your office regardless of the hour. Most desperately, Ferdinand Vaz. Alright, let's have it. Something pretty valuable was stoner for me, was that right? My most priceless possessions, Mr. Valentine. Without them, I am nothing. Without them?

Well, what were they? My roses. One dozen red roses. You... last year. Roses, Mr. Vaz? You're precisely... I, uh, I suppose it gives you kind of an empty feeling. Go, rather, yes. Yes. Uh, Brooks, see, it's been a rougher weekend that I thought.

Wait a minute, George. Mr. Voz, where did you lose these? Doesn't that rosy? In Pasadena. Pasadena. Look, Buss, to get out of here fast before I... Mr. Valentine, what is the matter with you? Have you gone crazy?

Oh, no, I'm as sane as you are, Napoleon. But let go of me. Now please listen, Mr. Valentine, the flowers are worth thousands. My life's work, they are. Sure, sure, worth thousands of rose bold tickets, I know.