The Seven Murder

The android of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the west invites you to let George do it. Another adventure of George Valentine. President'll notice danger is my stock and trade.

If it's too hot for you to handle you and need confidential help you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full detail. Dear Mr. Valentine, last night I told her stupid and needless lie, I didn't think it mattered to anyone but me.

And yet because of it, an innocent man has been arrested today. Tell the truth, you say. And if I do, I lose my wife, who's my job, and end up in jail. There's got to be a way out.

Will you see me at my office as soon as you get this letter? I'm editor of the News and Review magazine, and it signed Arnold Loomis. Mr. Loomis certainly must have told a wiper, Brooksie.

Oh, men will tell lies and women will shed tears towards Evada. Okay, Sarah Bernhardt. I'm quoting my purkin. Well, if this gentleman can tell such fabulous fibs, Angel, this whole letter could be the result of an overactive imagination.

Yes, I know, dear. But since you have an overactive curiosity, shall we get started? Well, Mr. Lewis, Mr. Ballantine, I like to gamble. It's the only thing that stood between my wife and me for years.

I thought I had it licked. Yeah? Well, the day before yesterday I left the office early and drew a thousand dollars from the bank. Ah? Ten crisp, one hundred dollar bills, practically all of our savings.

To gamble with? Oh, no, no, no, no, Miss Brooks. Martha and I were going on our second honeymoon. We planned it for a long time. But, um... Well, you can guess what happened. Oh, yeah, I know.