LGDI - (HSG Synd.#045) - The House that Jack Built

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. Greetings as always, Mr. Lover. Time for another Let George do an adventure.

Our tale of Tara is called the House the Jackbilt, which could mean any number of things. It could center around and up to date fairy story with witches and ogres and stuff. Or it could be the name of a roadside inn with a neon sign out front and a dice game out back.

On the other hand, maybe it might be better to give an ear to our story and learn all about it firsthand. Dear Mr. Valentine, my name is Lacey Jack. Now Jack is the surname, I always have to explain that.

As a boy I never appreciated that hand Lacey in the front, but I got over it. We change, don't we? As time goes by, there are a lot of things different. As to Valentine for the first time in my life, I'm going to be really different and ask for help.

I need you tonight. If you'll meet me at the club casino at 11 o'clock, you and Miss Brooks, I'll explain to you what it is. The man likes to just sit and look, Brooks. What's the matter?

Take you half an hour to size people up? No. We don't even really know who you are. I know you, though. Mother died when I was seven or eight. She was a mess, but can you imagine anybody even on five cents a bucket beer, hanging a name like Lacey on a brand?