LGDI - (HSG Synd.#046) - It's A Mystery to Me

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, Mystery Lover.

Time for another Let George Do It adventure. Our little tale of suspense, which by the way is called, It's a Mystery to Me, has to do with a disgruntled bartender, a mystery story writer, and an elusive gal named Cynthia just to name a few.

And since it's rather a long story, I think I'd better get off so they can get on. Why don't you want to drink? Never mind, never mind. Use up the stools, keep the leather in condition.

Dear Mr. Valentine, to me life is hopelessly complex, but with your help it can be beautiful, terrific, magnificent. To me life isn't worth living without the... media trainin'. Here, eat up the pretzels there for nothin'.

Stale, too. Look, we're just sitting here, friend. You don't really mind, do ya? Well, I was just gonna lock up when you walked in. Libraries closed, I guess. Gotta read your mail someplace only. Look, we're waiting for somebody.

We'll buy something pretty soon. Chin up. Why? Can Joe's oasis at reinds inside? You have some flat champagne. Oh, business can't be so bad if you sell champagne. Couple was in here just before you.

Happy rich shooing off. You know, it's that kind of a neighborhood. Everybody wants something big and gets it and goes someplace else. To you, life is pretty complex, too, isn't it? Look around you, lady.

It's the only business I had tonight. Why don't you shoot yourself, friend? We'll take some coffee. Yeah, big sale. I'm out of the red. To me, lady, it says complex is a six-foot piece of mahogany with silver on the trimmings.