LGDI - (HSG Synd.#009) - The Anthill

Personal notice, dangerous my stockin' trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right, full details. Say, you're all set for another visit with Valentine?

You know, George. He's the boy whose motto in life is let George do it. Nothing too small, nothing too big. Better still, nothing too dangerous. He runs an ad in the personal column, but some of his clients are sent by friends.

That is if you can call Lieutenant Riley a friend. Dear Mr. Valentine, I am without doubt the ugliest man in the world. Hey, wait a minute, who is this? However I need your help with the man standing beside me. We'll go crazy. Because Mr. Valentine, I'm dying.

Riley, it's you, isn't it? Lieutenant Riley. Yes, yes, it's me and I'm the one going crazy. Alright, have it your own way. What are you talking about? Valentine, I've got a client for you. A little ugly stumble bum wants your help a slot machine repair man no less He needs help or at least he won't help me unless somebody helps him only he won't trust the police

I don't blame him. You make so much sense Okay, then let's say I need your help sure this little guy isn't much, but the idea hold it What are you you said this guy's dying?

Yeah, police husband The doctor gives him a day or two at the best. You can't operate, can't stop the infection. From what, Lieutenant? Oh, gunshot wounds, Miss Brooks. One gun, but all six shells. Happened in a dark alley.

Whoever it was didn't want to miss him, I guess. That little man must be tough. Maybe. Or lucky or unlucky. He's one of those guys who's born to end up at the bottom of the pile, Valentine.