Death In Fancy Dress

Standard of California, on behalf of independent shepherd gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, it invites you to let George do it. Death-infancy dress, another adventure of George Valentine. Personal notice, dangerous my stock and trade. If life's tossed you a wet blanket and you're trying to stagger out from under-call on me, George Valentine. Right full details.

My dear Mr. Valentine, because of a hobby that dear to my heart and certainly innocent enough, I received several threats on my life of late. I'm aware that this can't be a world shaking importance, but it is a confounded nuisance to me.

If you decide to take pity on me and come to my rescue, please drop in at my apartment the head to your house. The house is tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock. Would you verify this appointment by phone sign Lloyd Baskam?

Oh, dear old Baskin, whoever he is, several threats on his life and he loses composure completely. Well, at least he did admit it was a confounded nuisance. I suppose if some scoundrel sprayed him with a shotgun, our friend would say it was a blast of annoyance.

Yeah, well, what intrigues me is this gentleman's hobby. What does he collect, atomic secret? Hey, you know, Brooksie, I've always wanted to find an exciting pastime for my spare moments. Come on, Angel, verify the man's appointment.

Here we are, my trophy room, you might call it. Mr. Baskam, all I see is a lot of junk. Yes, now take this particular piece of junk. A broken wine glass, the one with which Lucy Graham plunged her coming out partying into a fure.

She practically gouged Tony Wallen's eye out with it while she was deep in her cups. Ah, I bought it from the Kateras. As you see, I have it all neatly tagged, the occasion, the date, etc.