LGDI - (HSG Synd.#010) - Touched By An Angel

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. Say, do you ever hear of anyone who was afraid of an angel?

Now, I'd always heard there were pretty nice people with wings and harps and stuff. But not so with Lepte's gal, Friday. She had this angel as figured packing forty-fives, all aimed at her. Now, instead of getting panicky and chewing her nails until she resembled Venus to Milo, She should have looked out George Valentine.

His motto is let George do it, and he isn't afraid of 45s or even 46s. I must say, however, she had a reason to be scared. You see, she played a big part in building this angel.

And just in case you've never seen an angel being manufactured, listen, and you'll get it firsthand. Rockstar, get your paper, let the lump of killing autocrash. Why couldn't get him but what pavement did? Hey, uh, left the love by Big Chatman!

You say your name's Emerson. You heard me, Mr. Valentine, Frank J. Emerson. Oh, but you're the president of the... That's right, young lady, Emerson and City Bank. And I'm a very busy man. I only want to know if you've read about Lefty Lumperts' death in that auto accident.

Sure, who has... Naturally, naturally. When the biggest crook in town dies, it's news. Young lady, but I know what sort of reputation Mr. Lumper was supposed to have. Well, just because they could never nail anything on it, not even the income textbook.

Of course, yes, yes, I know. But I must remind you that Mr. Lumpert owned a perfectly respectable, small investment office. Invest in a dog track or a five foot shelf of bookies. Perfectly respectable, I said.