LGDI - (HSG Synd.#044) - The Noose Hangs High

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, pull the tail. Greetings as always, Mr. Lover. Time for another Let George Do It adventure.

You know, I'm particularly fascinated with the title of this epic. It's called The News Hangs High. Now that's a switch if I ever heard one. and better still it gives one insight as to what is about to take place.

You see, George Valentine is always sticking his neck out. Now for the first time he has a place to stick it. Let's see if he makes it. Dear Mr. Valentine, I'm J.A.D.S. B.Q. I'm editor of the local Sunday magazine section and come to think of it, I've always wanted to run a feature on you, that crazy ad-nol,

but I think that the true revelations of a Turkish secret policeman had more family appeal than so I've got about it. Anyhow, this letter concerns a different matter. Valentine, I am going to make a report of you.

You are going to be the author of a serial on the Tova emblems. What became of the exotic princess wedding stones? Did the eminent ornithologist and so fair weather find them or didn't they? What was the mysterious Christ that brought death to fair weather 10 years ago?

Read it, the riddle of the two reproduces. Why have the two big brothers refused to cross the threshold of their own gloomy mansion? And for that very same 10 years. What is the mystery of number 37 Ashton Street?

Well, well, isn't it the greatest story you ever heard? Well, Mr. McEwen. I know that you came trotting over here, Faustina. I tell you, it's the best feature we've had for years. Since the last mommy sued King Tut for alienation of affections.