Death in Blue Jeans

Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West invites you to let George do it. Death in blue jeans, another adventure of George Valentine. Personal notice, dangerous my stock and trade.

If you feel as though you've just read your own name in the obituary columns, you get a job from me, George Valentine. Right full details. My dear Mr. Valentine, as the librarian in a small motherload town like Benson Flats, I don't see much of the world, but right here in my own books, I can see murder.

And the horrible part of it is the man who will die won't believe it. Mr. Valentine, he's the man I've chosen to marry. Please come, please hurry. But don't on any account let anyone know why you're coming or all of us will be in terrible danger.

You can find me alone at the library in the evening. Yours truly, Miss Emily Wintrick. It's cold. Fresh air, brook, see fresh air. You're in the mouth. Oh! Well, you don't have to drive over every one of them, do you?

Sorry, Angel. They must have built this road back in the Gold Rush. Hey, you hear that? Sounding like... Hey, George. Where are they coming from? I don't know. It's so dark and all these trees.

Oh, maybe someone's out of home. Hey, hang on, Brooks. Sit down. Get out. Garley, could you see anybody? Flash is by the side of the road. They're rained at us, all right. But how could they find out about Miss Win trick riding to us?

Hey, George, what's that? That's a roadblock. Somebody's stopping all the cars. Yeah, there's a man with a lantern talking to them. Yeah, only looks official. Maybe now we get the answer. All right, all right. Good evening.