The Investment

Your neighborhood chevron gas station invites you to... Let George do it. Brought to you by the makers of climate-tailored chevron supreme gasoline and RPM-compounded motor oil. Have a crime that needs solving? Have a dog that needs walking?

Have a wife that needs spanking? Let George do it. That's the ad that George Valentine put in the paper when he opened his office several weeks ago. Since then, he's had many strange adventures. Now it's late afternoon.

Georgia has just stepped out of the elevator and is limping toward his office. Mr. Bell is lying at last. Where have you been? You took a couple of long time for lunch, Mr. Bell, and Tony.

Oh, Sonny, give me your arm. Claire, get me a chair. Why, you're limping. Zuffern, Alex. That's what's happened to you. Oh, it's my shoe. Help me get it off, would you, Sonny? What's the matter with your shoe?

It's got a nail sticking up in it. Ow! Oh! Oh, that's better. Well, why in the world didn't just stop at a repair shop and get it fixed? get it fixed. I'll expect me to take my shoe off wouldn't they? Naturally. Well I didn't want to do that. Didn't want to take your shoe off why not. Got a hole in

my sock. Oh golly. Here Sonny take it downstairs so that shoes repaired while you wait place. Okay. And tell him to be sure and get the nail off. Yes sir I will. Oh my foot's killing me. Well I'm glad you finally got here. Spencer's been popping in every few minutes looking for you. Mr. Spencer. You know that lawyer in

the office next door. Oh sure what does he want? I don't know but he kept looking at the clock and asking when I expected you. Your right. Well, it's about time. Oh, come in, Spence.