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Not a single letter, Brooksy? Uh-uh. Sure. Not a single desperate phone call? Nope. I see. Then why this nocturnal visit back to the office? To have one last look at these beautiful, beautiful figures in the ledger. Huh? No clients, and nothing terrible happens, all bills are paid and there's a balance in the bank. Why darling, this is a milestone. I see. You're a solid, solvent businessman, a captain of industry, a mogul. So that's the reason for the celebration dinner tonight. Of course. They tell me, did you enjoy your dinner, Angela? No, who wouldn't? I didn't. All that wonderful food? Mm-hmm. Did you notice the way that guy kept staring at us in the restaurant? Oh, well, these days when you saunter in and order a double steak, it costs for a double take, even from the waiter. I wasn't talking about the waiter. Huh? I mean that husky young fellow at the corner table, he was staring at us all through dinner. Why, George, you're jealous. I'm just wondering. Well, I'd certainly be disappointed if at least one man doesn't look twice. This green, slinky number I'm wearing is something new. Well, this gray, droopy number I'm wearing is something old, and the gentleman kept looking at me. Darn these long skirts. Okay, let's forget it. Hey, Bruxy, come here. Yes? Well, at the risk of being serious, there's something I want to tell you. I could never have become a, well, a mogul junior grade if it weren't for you. I can tell you how to become a mogul senior grade. Yeah, nice moon out tonight. Come on, take a look, it's for free. Oh, yeah, it is beautiful. Yeah, sure. Um, up there, over the building, not down in the street, dear. I knew it. Look, next to the other building, there's our friend again. Friend? Yeah, from the restaurant. You know, I'm sure of it now. He's been dogging my heels all day. Are you serious? Why? Search me, but I'm going to find out right now. Look, Bruxy, you stay here in the office a few minutes. And? With the lights on. You'll think I'm still here. I'll get down and surprise him. Find out what he wants. Georgia, you should. Bruxy, didn't your mother warn you against strange men following you? Well, yeah. I'll go out the side door through the alley and then meet you in front. Georgia, you can't just walk up to a stranger and say, look, Bud, just who do you think you're following? Well, I never say that, Bruxy. That wouldn't be right. No, of course not. No, I'll say, look, Bud, just whom do you think you're following? Well, it looks like Mr. Valentine got himself lost, Miss Brux. I'm worried, Henry. He said he'd meet me out here in front in a few minutes. Oh, he can take care of himself, Mr. Valentine can. Wait till I see him inside when I make him around to the building. I'll tell him you wait. Oh, thanks, Henry. I'm going to have a look for myself, even if it means gulking down dark alleys. Never a dull moment. You know what? George? Oh. George! Oh, hey, what happened? Oh, it's going to be all right. I'll get a cab and get you to a doctor, and I'll be right back. Right here, driver. In the alley. You'll have to help me with him. Yes, you'll, Miss. What's the matter? Didn't he feel him good? Oh, he's fine, except somebody hit him on the head and left him right here. Here. Well, he was here. Yeah. Well, he was. Propped up against this ash cave. I know, I know. Look, Miss, are you sure you're all right? Are you implying that I'm not? Wait. The car. George was right here, and there was a stranger over there, and now that car. So don't you see? Oh, definitely. Oh. Please, lady, I'm too old to play cops on Robbers. Just what are you going to do now? Uh, that's a good question. I wish I knew the answer. I can see being married to you is going to be delightfully exciting. Yeah, well, I don't want to be an old worry ward, but just where am I? You're home, Paul. Paul? Look, am I sitting on somebody's lap? I'm really too lucky. I was perfectly willing to marry you just for your money. Money? My. How news gets around. But you also have a sense of humor, and you're beautiful. Oh, well, yeah, I may be kind of pretty, but I'll wait a minute and let's stop this. My head. You know, you're really too big a boy to be getting into brawls. And the moment you got off the boat, too. What boat? The boat from Australia, silly. Oh, let's start from the beginning, huh? Uh-oh. All this is much too luxurious for a padded cell. And you're much too, uh, well, anyway, to be a nurse. Thank you, Paul. And so I draw the rather doubtful conclusion that I am sane and just don't know who I'm supposed to be. Now, uh, just between us, gorgeous, who am I? You love to play games, don't you? Yeah. Well, you're Paul Gibson, the man I've decided to marry. How does the idea of marrying me strike you, Paul? Right between the eyes. Uh, what did you say your name was? Gloria. Gloria Bradley. Well, that's nice to know. I may want to introduce you to friends. Gloria, just when did you decide to make me the happiest boy in the world? And why? Well, it was the simplest thing to do. And you have to admit it's logical. Yeah, that's what I like. Logic, cold, uncompromising logic. When father died and left the whole fortune to you, naturally the rest of the family was fit to be tied. Oh, yes, I can imagine. My stepmother and my brother Ted were all for putting a violent end to your young life. But I thought it would be easier if I just married you when we shared all that beautiful money, you and I. You see, I'm not greedy. Look, fun is fun, but I'm not in any... I know, you're in no condition to talk about it now. Look, how did I get in here anyway? Well, you were nursing your poor battered head at our front door at four this morning. I draped you on the couch here in the drawing wall so you could sleep it off. Thanks. The others are still upstairs sleeping. But I sneaked down early so I could be the first to talk to you. Your friend is in the kitchen getting some coffee. Friend? And I suppose he came from Australia with me. Yeah, carried me in his pouch? Oh, now he said he met you at the boat. His name is George Valentine. Oh, brother. Well, wait, Gloria, I don't mind you wanting to marry me. I'm greatly flattered. I don't even mind sharing my fortune with you. But please, don't tell me I'm in the kitchen drinking coffee. What? Oh, you poor boy, your head. You're really the one who needs coffee. Yeah, yeah, you've got something there. I'm in the kitchen before I drink it all up. Oh, wait, Paul, don't you want me to go with you? No, I'll find it myself. I want to talk to this George Valentine alone. You... Sorry, I just couldn't hold myself back. Now get up. That's a nice right cross you have there, Mr. No, that's for the scalp treatment. Now we start off even. What's the idea of following me all day yesterday, and what am I doing here? You know, I almost slipped up, letting that girl get down and talk to you first this morning. You might have spoiled the whole show, but you didn't. I was listening at the door. Come on, come on, let's have it. What's the deal here? Deal? Oh, oh, I see. Well, um, will you take $100? For what? For me being you and you being me. Will you cut that out? I've just been through one of these quiz games with my future wife. Don't blame me for being confused. Ah, thanks. You see, when you came up to me in that alley and asked me who I was, I... couldn't resist letting you have it. Oh, brother, you're kidding. You didn't really fight against it. No, I'm serious. I knew you wouldn't help me if I told you the truth. It, uh, really... would sound silly. I'm getting used to things sounding silly. Go ahead, go ahead. Well, I'm Paul Gibson. Just got in from Australia. I gathered that much. Well, now, Mr. Bradley, Willie's Bradley, who owned this house, died about six months ago. He left all his money to me of all people. My mother and Mr. Bradley were childhood sweethearts. Something like that. Anyway, since none of the Bradley family ever saw me before, I got the idea of passing you off for me. Why? Don't you like money? No, it's not that. It's, uh... Well, I'm just afraid one of them wants to kill me. What? Yes. There's the girl, Gloria, her brother. Of course, the second Mrs. Bradley, who might have put out because the old gentleman cut them off without a penny. I think... one of them sent me this. Let me see that. If you make any claims to the Bradley estate, you will never live to enjoy it. Eh, to the point, isn't it? If I don't claim the money, it goes to those three, according to the will. Eh... Ah, this whole thing is ridiculous. Somebody is just trying to scare you. That's all. Forget it. I don't know about that. When I was trying to clean up my fares in Australia, somebody took a pot shot at me. However it was, almost didn't miss. 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You're hired to take the place of a man about to come into a fortune and marry one of the most beautiful girls in the world. Sounds like a dream assignment. But when said man is marked for murder by a person's unknown, well, said dream darkens quickly into a nightmare even if your name is George Valentine. Anyway, that, in effect, is the subject of conversation between you and Bruxy in the drawing room of the palatial Bradley Holm on the outskirts of the city. Bruxy, be reasonable. I'm supposed to be in Cognito. You shouldn't have bounced in here like this. Well, you certainly didn't expect me to sit around twiddling my thumbs while you play Stooges. Not so loud, not so loud. Remember, the Stooges name now is Paul Gibson, the pride of the Anzacs. Paul Gibson, darling. Please, I don't know if I like strangers calling me darling. And the blonde, easygoing gentleman upstairs is my friend George Valentine. If you had to give your name away, I wouldn't know the woman. Okay, okay. But how am I going to account for you hanging around? You could say I'm the scrub woman in the Australian consulate, and I just had to see you to find out if everything is dinkum in the bush country. And you don't have to tell me, Ted. This will soon be his house. That would be Mrs. Bradley and her steps on Ted, I suppose. But, Clarissa, you don't have to be so obvious about this. Well, I shall certainly speak my mind to this Gibson. Oh, Mr. Gibson. Oh, yes. That's right. Good morning. Oh, I'm Ted Bradley. This is my stepmother, Clarissa. Who is this young woman? Oh, well, I... This is my secretary, Miss Brooks. Secretary? What do you mean? Oh, yes, yes. Social secretary. You know, make all my arrangements for me, dinners, parties, dog shows, stuff like that. Oh, you're not wasting any time, are you, Mr. Gibson? Why should I? Why not wade right in and start spending somebody else's fortune hand-over-hand? Why should he wade? Oh, come now, Miss Bradley. I'll tell you this much. I'm not going to just stand stupidly by. You may as well know it. I'm willing to do anything. Anything to keep that money out of your hands. She means any legal steps, of course. Oh, yes, of course. I think that's all I have to say by way of greeting. Now I'm going into breakfast. Come in, Ted. Clarissa prides herself on her frankness. See you around, no doubt. I wouldn't leave any lethal weapons around either one of those characters. Oh, what's Gloria like? Gloria? Oh, she doesn't have to worry about lethal weapons. She was born with a whole assortment of them. Oh. You know, Bruxy, that gives me an idea. I think I know how to bring things to her head around here. The quickest way. I'm going to tell the beautiful Gloria she can have my hand in marriage. She's Paul Gibson. I'm going to like that. Yes, yes. I thought you would, Gloria. I wonder if it was something you said that gave me that impression. Oh, Miss Brooks, I forgot about you. Why don't you, uh... Scram, is it American expression, Mr. Gibson? Oh, that's very cute. I'll make a note of that. One more thing, dear. I promise to make you an exciting, loving wife as long as your money holds out. Well, there's lots of money. I think this is beautiful. Two people, so much in love. Still finding time to talk about practical things. I don't want to start bossing you, Paul, but this, um, secretary of yours is entirely too social. All I said was it was beautiful, and I thought it was like the way you said it. Oh, now, please, ladies, don't fight over me. Don't ever mind. Now, I want the others to know. Clarissa! She thinks I'm going to let you out of my sight. She's crazy. This is an act, Brooks, you remember? And she kissed you. Nice fight you didn't put up, Buster. What are you screaming about, Gloria? Here, I'm going to let Paul tell you himself. Yes. Well, folks, I know this is going to seem a little sudden, but you know how it is when love hits you. Yes, well, the simple fact is, Gloria and I are going to be married. There, you see? Gloria, tell this man he's out of his mind. On the contrary, he's remarkably sane. He thinks he needs a wife to help him take care of all our money. Well, this is a surprise. I'm not going to let you get away with this. At least I'm willing to share Paul's money with him, but you and Ted would be enough from you. Clarissa, let's be reasonable. Let's face it, Gloria has stolen a march on us. Suppose we try to be good sports about it. Congratulations. Thank you. I'm sure you don't mean it. And good luck, Paul. I still say it's beautiful. Two people so much in love, they don't care who stands against them. You shut up! Mr. Gibson, I was only thinking... I know what you were saying. Don't expect me to congratulate you, Mr. Gibson. And you're not married yet, Gloria? Don't worry, Clarissa will get over it. I'll talk to her. And so will I. I won't be long. Oh, Brooks, he had worked. Quite worked. All I saw was a family brawl, and Gloria didn't even get hurt. Oh, it was much more than that. Somebody just overplayed his hand. How did you manage to miss it? Oh, it was easy. I don't have any proof, but I think I'll play a hunch and start clearing up this little matter for Paul. Really, Mr. Gibson, I thought you said your little piece. Why did you want to see us here in the library? Oh, Mr. Gibson, your friend Mr. Valentine is still upstairs. I think he's taking him out. Yes, well, I can see him later, Miss Brooks, but where's Ted? Oh, he's being very gallant. He said something about buying me an engagement present and left for downtown. Oh, well, I particularly wanted him to be here. Well, look, suppose I round up some champagne. Maybe he'll be back soon. I'll answer it. Hello. Oh. Where? Uh-huh. Just a minute. It's Ted. Miss Bradley wants to know if you have any preference about the monogram on your engagement present. Tell my brother, I think he's an idiot. He should save his money. He's going to need it. And tell him to get back here. It's urgent. Oh, Mr. Bradley, your sister wants me to tell you you're an idiot, and Mr. Gibson would like to see you right away. Oh, don't mention it. Goodbye. Oh, yes, the champagne. Mrs. Bradley, Mr. Gibson. Oh, mother. What? If I may call you mother. I'll find it myself. Now, Gloria. One minute, Clarissa. There's a little matter I want to straighten out now while I have the chance. Oh, you. Who, me? You know, there's something gamey here. Just where did Paul pick you up? Pick me up. Miss Bradley, I wouldn't speak like that about you. Or would I? You know exactly what I mean. He's hardly off the boat, and right away he has himself a social secretary. Oh, Mr. Gibson is a fast worker. Sorry, you win, sir. Will you stop it, the two of you? They're more... What was that? Oh, it sounded like... Well, let's not just stand here. Somebody seems to be using the stairs. What's happened? What is it? The man on the stairs. Yes. Yes, I'm afraid he is. You've got a lot of explaining to do, Valentine. Passing yourself off as an Australian, getting yourself engaged to a girl. Yes, Lieutenant Johnson. Yes, I know. Now let's get out of this kitchen. I'm beginning to feel like a butler. Just a minute, will you? When this thing happened, all the women were together in the library. Young Bradley was downtown, buying a present for his sister. You were the only one prowling around. Wait a minute, Johnson. You don't really think I killed Gibson? I know, I know. You didn't have a motive. I thought I knew who tried to kill Gibson an Australian sent him that threatening note. Yeah, who? Well, something's got me stymied. Hey, look, you have a lot of routine detail work here with the boys. Well? Well, give me about an hour, will you? Tell the others I had to step out a while and it was okay with you. Well... Do you think the police department would stake you to a long-distance call State Department Washington? Yeah. It's important, Johnson. Now look, here's the deal. Lieutenant Johnson, don't you think this family has had to put up with enough for one day? There's been a murder committed, Mrs. Bradley. And that's illegal. I really should feel sorry for myself. It's really funny in a gruesome sort of way. What's gruesome in a funny way? I mean... About me, engaged to the wrong man, and a widow before I'm even a wife. You have my deepest sympathies, Mrs. Bradley. Incidentally, Lieutenant, where is Mr. Valentine? He took a little walk some time ago. A walk? With my permission, does anybody mind? Oh, we were just curious. It's all right, I'll take it. Yes, Lou. Oh, Ted, I'm glad it was you who answered. Valentine? What do you want? Where are you? There's something I want you to do for me. You just answer yes or no. But... I don't want any of the others to know what we're talking about. Now, look, beat it upstairs to my room. In the top dresser drawer, you'll find an envelope. Oh, yes? I'm trusting you, Ted, because you were the only one out of the house when poor Gibson got it. That envelope is something he gave me. It's important. I want you to make sure it's still there and nobody got to it. Got that straight? Oh, I suppose so. Go ahead, then. I'll hang on. Okay. Oh, Lieutenant Johnson, it's Valentine. He wants me to check something in his room, okay? I guess so. I'll be just a second. Now, Mrs. Bradley? Miss Bradley? How about that threatening note? We're sure to trace it, you know. You certainly won't trace a stupid melodramatic thing like that to me. And don't look at me. Oh, no, not again! What's that? I know I shouldn't let Valentine get... I'm developing a split personality, Brooksie. This guy isn't sharp. What did you do to him? Why? The sharp was purely for dramatic effect, Gloria. I guess, though, I pushed him a little too hard at the head of the stairs. He'll be all right in a minute. Oh, what happened? Yeah, that's what I want to know, Valentine. I just staged a repeat performance of the little act that was put on here a little earlier today. What are you saying? What are you talking about? You heard me, Ted. When you were on the phone today, you weren't out buying a present. You were just where I was a minute ago, using the outside phone in the kitchen. Oh, all right. What about that, John Fuller? What do you mean? What proof has he got? One thing at a time. There's the telltale phone in the kitchen now. Take it, will you, Brooksie? Yeah, all right. What was that nonsense about Ted, Mr. Valentine? Yes. All of you just saw how Gibson could have been murdered with an iron-bound alibi for Ted. Ted? Always lying. Yeah. Ted, you were the only one here who knew for a fact that I wasn't Paul Gibson. What? How did I know? Gloria thought I was Paul. She couldn't wait for the wedding bells. Clarissa was convinced I was Paul. She hit the roof when she thought her stepdaughter was marrying the fortune. And young Bradley? Yeah, Lieutenant. He didn't mind at all. Graciously, he congratulated the happy bride and groom. And why? Because he knew darn well I wasn't Gibson. George, that was for Lieutenant Johnson. I took the message. You, why? Now listen carefully, Johnson. This should explain things, I hope. Well, I hope not. Your office, as there was, a passport issued to Ted Bradley some two months ago. A passport to Australia, Ted. But I... Oh, Ted. That was when you said you were going on a long fishing trip to Rainbow Lake. So Ted didn't have any trouble recognizing Gibson. Not after that pot shot he took at him in Australia. Oh, look. I save it for your lawyer, Bradley. And you, Valentine, give it a come along. I'll be down later, Johnson. After all, a mogul can't let his business go completely to potcanny angel. 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And the balance in the bank? Yes. Well, it's pretty much of a mirage, Angel. What are you talking about? You made no provision for taxes. When we're through shelling out, I'll be the broker's tycoon on record. Oh, George. But never mind, Bruxy. Look at all the fun we're going to have building up our fortune again. My transcribed adventure of George Valentine has been brought to you by Standard Oil Company of California on behalf of independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West. Robert Bailey is starred as George with Virginia Gregg as Bruxy. Let George Do It was written by David Victor and directed by Kenneth Webb. Ken Christie was heard as Lieutenant Johnson, Gene Bates as Gloria, Chester Stratten as Paul, Lee Patrick as Clarissa, and Roland Morris as Ted. Music by Gaylord Carter, your announcer, John Heiston. Listen again next week, same time, same station to Let George Do It. 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