Lady in Distress

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If the aunt against you's so great you know you're headed for a dead end, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. Dear Mr. Valentine, what I'm up against is something you can't put in so many words.

But you gotta believe me, it's got me scared out of my skin. I'm just another showgirl getting her first real break, but I'm afraid it's gonna be my neck. Maybe you can help me. But I gotta see you today.

After that it may be too late to do any good. Signed Vivian Drake. Yeah. Yeah, that's my letter. But you're not Mr. Valentine. I'm not even Mrs. Valentine, yet. But I don't understand. I miss Brooks, his assistant.

I make these lightning appearances when the great man is among the missing. I thought maybe I could help you. Well, I could do, do. I gotta talk to him and it's something that can't wait.

Well, Mr. Valentine's on a case that's taken him to Seattle. He'll probably be gone the whole weekend. I guess that washes me up. Just what did that letter of yours mean? Well, you see, I haven't have a brother.

Well, you'd be surprised how many people do. Yeah, but not a crazy kid, brother, like I got. He's got himself into a mess and me along with him. Yes. Well, I'm not a very good singer, not too good a dancer, either.

As for looks, you do. But where's the connection? I'm coming to that. It was only my looks that got me a job in Julia's nightclub in Des Moines. No matter whether I could sing a dance, because it's really just a racketeer's joint with a floor It was a cover up.