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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. Loomis, Mr. Valentine, 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. Uh-huh. Ten crisp, one hundred dollar bills, practically all of our savings. To gamble with? Oh, no. 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. The best intentions. What was it? A poker game or a bookie? Ah, the racetrack. I see. And the bank tales made over the one grand. Naturally, I'd have to explain it to Martha and she'd never forgive me. She'd leave me. Then I had what I thought was a brilliant idea. I went to the police. The police? Can they arrest horses for not coming in first? It broke. I made up a story. I told them I was driving along Randall Boulevard. The man asked me for a lift and when he got in, he stuck a gun in my ribs and took the money. Oh, hey, playing games like that with the police doesn't come under the head of innocent merriment. Eh, go on, Mr. Wallace. They questioned me. And I had to give them some sort of description of the man. I made it as vague as possible, five foot ten, dark complexion, medium build, age mid-thirties, a grayish suit, you know. But, uh, you're led, Mr. Loomis. Don't tell me they found your mythical man. Yes. Yes, I had to go down to headquarters yesterday morning to identify him. Hold it, my friend. Hold it. Fun is fun. What do you mean you identified him? I had no choice. The man confessed to holding me up. Huh? He identified me, yes. Not only that, they found ten, one hundred dollar bills in his pocket. I tell you, Mr. Valentine, it's- Yeah, I know. Absurd, incredible, et cetera. And was this man dark complexion, medium build, mid-thirties, et cetera? Yes. Yes. Everything. I tell the police, I just dreamt up the whole thing and, of course, there's still Martha. What do you want me to do, Loomis? I've got a conscience, man. I can't let this, this Neil Denquist or whatever his name is, take the blame for a crime that never happened. There must be some mistake. But what? Was there any mention in the papers about your so-called holdup? Yes. Yes, a small paragraph on the back pages. What are you writing at, George? Well, no man in his right mind takes a rap for something he didn't do. What makes me feel even worse? The police gave me back my thousand dollars. I mean the thousand dollars that I... This Denquist guy isn't crazy. He must have some very interesting reasons for playing the forego. I don't know what to think, Valentine, but you've got to find out what it's all about. Okay. Okay, I'll string along with you and try to keep this from your wife. Can you prove you were out at the racetrack and lost all that money? I... No, I'm sure there was nobody there to recognize me. Well, how about the tickets you bought on the horse? I tore them all up. Loomis, give Miss Brooks one of your pictures. Maybe one of the ticket sellers at the racetrack may remember you. Yes, of course. Meantime, I'll talk to Neil Denquist and see just why he's so anxious to frame himself. You're the lawyer they assigned to me? No, Denquist. Reporter? Yeah, that's right, a reporter. It's my job to find out what really happened. You can get that from the desk, sir. Oh, I'd rather get it from you. Well, I just didn't get the brakes. That's why I'm here in this cell. I tried to get rid of the gun in Fairview Park. Some woman saw me, told a cop he picked me up and found the money in my pocket. Very interesting. They had my description from that man Loomis, and that's all there is to it. This is your first offence, isn't it, Denquist? Yeah, you know how it is. A guy gets strapped for money. He thinks he can pick it up the easy way. He gets caught. End of story. Quite a story, too. Huh? What do you mean? Nothing. Crime doesn't pay. Honest toil is its own reward. You know, you think of the others. Maybe seeing you again, Denquist. In fact, I'm sure of it. Well, Brooksy, what did you find out of the track? Well, not a thing, George. Arnold Loomis didn't leave an impression with any of the ticket sellers. I see. Well, I didn't get anything out of Denquist. You mean he doesn't mind sitting in jail for something he didn't do? Oh, no, he's very philosophical about the whole thing. Now listen, Angel. Yeah? I didn't tell Denquist what Loomis told us that he was never robbed. Well, wouldn't that have helped to get to the bottom of all this? Yeah, it might have, but I think there's a better way to go about it. And that brings us to you. Me? Yeah, you. There's a Mrs. Denquist, Francine Denquist. I looked it up. Now, here's the address. So? Well, if Francine cares anything about her husband, she doesn't like the idea of his languishing in jail. Now, if you talk to a woman-to-woman and tell her there was no robbery for Denquist to commit, we might get more out of her than we could possibly get out of him. And how am I supposed to know about Loomis? Well, tell her the truth. You're working with me. Say I'm sure Denquist is innocent and I'm going to prove it. Okay, that's the story, Brooksy. Right, George. So fancy it up a little, Angel, and see what we get. Miss Brooks, I don't know why this man Loomis told you what he did. But doesn't it make you happy, Mrs. Denquist? It might, if I can believe it. But I know what Neil has told me and he's never lied to me. Well, there might be the first time. Although I can't imagine why. He stole that money from me. We never more than scraped by with that job he has. I told him again and again I was happy, but he kept saying I deserve a better thing. Oh. Neil told me he wants to take what's coming to him. Service and get it over with. I want it that way, too. Then we can get the whole thing and start all over again. Isn't there anything I can say to Confessor? I love Neil enough to stand by him and wait. Then we can build some kind of real happiness together. But... Enough has been said about what he did. The best thing you and Mr. Valentine can do is leave us alone. Mrs. Denquist, why would Mr. Loomis make up such a weird story and insist your husband couldn't have robbed him? Why would Neil take the blame for something he didn't do in part with the $1,000 we haven't even got? Well, I know, but... There's nothing more to say, Miss Brooks. Lieutenant Riley, I admit Mr. Loomis did a very foolish thing when he handed in that false report of a robbery, but can't you see? Foolish thing? Oh, Valentine, you mustn't be harsh on your client. Just a little prank, that's all. We'd love to send out alarms. It's lucky for you and Loomis it wasn't a prank and that we found the man who robbed him. Well, frankly, I'm confused, George. Both Denquist and Mrs. Denquist are satisfied with the way things are. Look, Lieutenant, I told you the only way I can make any sense of it is to... Let's not go into that again, please. Of all the crazy... Look, a man leads in the paper about a hole. That's right. The description of the culprit might fit him. Yeah. So he puts 10 $100 bills in his pocket, gets himself picked up, then confesses all. Now, why? Why? Because he might want an alibi for something much more serious that took place about the same time. Ah, stop it, Valentine, stop it. I ought to have my head examined, but I'm having that information checked for you right now. Well, maybe it's reaching, Lieutenant, but if George is right, it would explain my Loomis and Denquist are acting as they are. And it's about the only thing that would. All right. All right. Uh, here's a dopey ass for a look, then. I'll take it, Sergeant. Thanks. Yes, sir. Now, Valentine, I hope you'll be satisfied. Loomis was held up on Tuesday night at 7 o'clock. That's right. Well, according to this report here, the only crimes of a violent nature that took place in our fair city were, uh... What's the matter, Lieutenant? Of course. I should have remembered the Hafe case. Yeah, what about it? Young Mrs. Hafe was found murdered in her home on Norton Heights. The medical examiner says it happened around... Here it is. 7 o'clock Tuesday night. Come on, let's hear some more, Lieutenant. You're still at large, Gloria Hafe, 27. Husband's name, John Hafe Broker. Victim previously married to... Here, Valentine, you can have the honor. You've earned it. Holy Moses, get this boxy. Victim previously married to Neil Denquist. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. 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Get RPM at any standard station or independent chevron gas station where they say, and mean, we'll take better care of your car. And now, back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. Well, just put yourself in George's place. Your client, Arnold Blumus, tells you he made a great big fib about being robbed. Why? So his wife wouldn't find out he lost $1,000 on the ponies. Then he tells you that a man, one Neil Denquist, has confessed to this crime that never was. You learn that a murder's been committed about the same time of the alleged holdup. So what else would you be talking about now to Lieutenant Riley? Yeah, Lieutenant, this was an alibi for the books, all right? The police insist Denquist was committing a felony on Randall Boulevard Tuesday at 7. He couldn't possibly be at Norton Heights committing murder. Well, all I have to do now is sweat the truth out of Denquist. Oh, Lieutenant, if you can, go easy with Blumus, would you? So his wife doesn't find out that he lied? I'll do what I can. Oh, yes, yes, you can tell your client that he owes Denquist $1,000. Yeah, that's right, isn't it? And I have an idea. Denquist is going to need it for a lawyer to keep him out of the gas chamber. Now, it's you, Valentine. Come in. What is this? What happened to you, Mr. Loomis? Advantage. You look like the boy with a five and the spirit is 76. I feel older than that. Oh, don't tell me your wife found out what you did with that money. You know, Martha's been out all evening, thank heaven. Come on, let's get to the point, Loomis. Who went to work on your head? I don't know. What? I was in the living room reading. I heard the front door open and took it for granted it was Martha. Yeah. Then when I didn't hear anything for a few minutes I went out into the hall to see and the next thing I knew I was getting up off the floor. Anything missing? No, that's the strange part of it. The thing, I went over the whole apartment. I don't understand it. Yeah. Something else that defies all reason, hey Loomis. It seems you're allergic to that sort of thing. Well, George, don't you think you ought to tell Mr. Loomis about Dancruz? What about him? Did you prove that he couldn't have possibly held me up? More or less. I'll be able to tell you more tomorrow. Now, think hard, Loomis. You know of anybody who'd want to conk you on the head just for the sheer joy of it? I know. No, not a soul, Valentine. I don't have an enemy in the world. Ah. Well, maybe it was a dear friend. Anyway, I'll call you later. When the guy gambles as heavily as the Loomis did there might be a lot of people who'd want to give him a good going over. And maybe one of them did tonight. Sorry, Lieutenant. I can't throw it away like that. I think George is right. Somehow it ties up with this whole case. Case? Yeah, this thing is turning out to be a Chinese puzzle. My boys have been taking turns talking to Dancruz, but he just sits there and sticks to his story. Hey, wait a minute. Come to think of it, Lieutenant. Very little has been said about Gloria Hapey's present husband. Well, you can rest easy about John Hapey. He was nuts about his wife. He's a respectable broker, and he has an alibi for Tuesday evening. And what kind of an alibi? Well, he was in several hotel bars before going home to dinner. There are a lot of people to prove it to. Ah. Do you happen to have any pictures of the late Mrs. Hapey? Well, just these. The one the boys took of the scene of the crime. Must have been beautiful. Yeah, and took care of it then. Looks like she'd just come back from the beauty parlor when she was killed. Hadn't even combed out her hair yet. Well, I won't take up any more of your time, Lieutenant. Uh, Mrs. Dancruz here to see you, Lieutenant. Good, good. I want to see her too. Tell her to come in. Yes, sir. Go right in. Lieutenant Wiley, you're trying to frame my husband for Gloria Hapey's murder, aren't you? We're trying to get the truth out of her, Mrs. Dancruz. No, you won't. Why did this woman here come to my house and try to make me say that Neal was lying about that holdup? This woman here happened to be my assistant, Mrs. Dancruz. My name is Welland. And I didn't try to make you say anything. We were just trying to prove your husband's innocence. Yes, so the police could get him on a murder charge. Just a minute. How did you know we connected your husband with the Hapey case at all? Do you think I'm that stupid? I read about Gloria's murder in the papers. I knew you'd finally get around to Neal. Oh, yeah, yeah. You were bound to find out he hated her when he was married to that... Gloria, you had a good job. He was doing well. She bled him, spent every cent he made. When she divorced him, he had no spirit left. Nothing. You know you're only building the motive for murder, don't you? You'd find out all those things anyway. But Neal is innocent. Lieutenant Riley, he was just where he said he was using it, and here's the proof. Ah. Money for... to Arnold from Martha. Arnold Lume. Martha's his wife's name. Where did you get this, Mrs. Dancruz? Home. The Neal's bureau drawer. He took it when he stole that money. You sure you didn't get this somewhere else? And after going to a great deal of trouble? I don't know what you mean. Valentine, I'm beginning to feel like a weathervane. This money clip seems to support Denver's story and call your client a screwball or worse. Yeah, well, I'm sticking with Lume, Lieutenant. And it's gonna take a lot to stop me from proving that Tentquist is lying in his teeth. Oh, yeah. I was wondering when you'd get back. I'm John Hafe. Oh, yeah, I've been thinking a lot about you. Come on, let's go in the office. Grab a chair, Mr. Hafe. Thank you. This is my assistant, Miss Brooks. How do you do? How do you do, Miss Brooks? May I get right to the point? I wish you would. I had a talk with Lieutenant Riley. I know you're working on the dentist case, right? I also know your sentiments. And they're mine, exactly. What do you mean? Naturally, I know a great deal about Neal Dentist. I'm as sure as you are that he's lying about holding up that man on Tuesday night. Yeah? What makes you so sure? The things Gloria told me about him. He isn't a very stable character. He could never hold a decent job. It was a terrible struggle for Gloria while he was married. Oh, really? Finally, when she just couldn't stand it any longer, he... Well... Go on, go on. I won't say he threatened her, but he was very bitter. Let's see. Well, thanks for the information. It was nice here to go to all this trouble at Talbot. It's more than that, Valentine. If Dentist is lying about Tuesday, he'd kill Gloria. I want you to do everything in your power to see if you can break his element. That's what I am doing, Mr. Hager. I mean, don't spare the cost and keep at it, no matter how long it takes. I'd like you to consider me a client. Well, I have no objection to being paid twice for the same job. You keep in touch with me there. Count on that. You can reach me in my office until 5 o'clock every day. Hmm. Talk about your split personality. Gloria, dinner or things? You pay your money and you take it. Hey, what a deal. See, that guy decided to lie to his wife and now look at what he's done. To a client. Hello? Yeah, Lieutenant? Hey, wait, I'm going to hold it. I want Bruxy to take this down. Hey. Yeah, go ahead, George. Telegram. Phone it from Hapiness House. It's 3.30 p.m. here. Go ahead, Lieutenant. Neil, be at my house at 7. I'll expect you. I think you know better than to cross me. Sign Gloria. George. Now, what does Danquist have to say about this, Lieutenant? Stick to his story, huh? Yeah, okay, call you later. Thanks. Oh, dog up the telegram, George. A girl at Weston Union. She read about the case and remembered the wire. Hmm, that's real bad, the dentist. Bruxy, where did you ever get your rare insight? What? I mean your uncanny gift of putting your finger on the one thing that lights up the whole situation. Brings order out of chaos. Just like pressing a light switch in a dark room. Oh, stuff like that. Oh, now look, what did I say? What are you talking about? Before we go into that, ain't it? Let's see if I'm right. George, this could be technically called illegal entry. Now, what's illegal about dropping in at your client's house the back way through the garden? Hapiness isn't home. No servants around. And I'm in a hurry. Well, let's try these French doors over here. I wish you'd tell me what my psychic powers told you. You know, you can't tell a girl she's like a light switch in a dark room and then just clam up. Hey, we're in luck. Come on in. What do you suppose that light switch is? Like me, remember? I'll just say something and behold, there shall be light. Oh, great. Hey, here we are. Bruxy, I gotta find the name of the beauty parlor. Mrs. Hapy was in the habit of using you. Oh, I see. You remember what I said when we were looking at that picture in Riley's office? Yeah, that's right. I must be in an address book or on the telephone pad. Yeah. I can't wait till tomorrow and it can be anywhere in the city. Valentine, look out! Get down! Are you all right, Bruxy? I guess so. Stay just where you are. I'll switch the lights back on and see if everything's all right. Hapy? Yeah, just a minute. Hey, what goes, Hapy? I guess it's okay. Whatever it was, it disappeared. What happened anyway? I just came home, Miss Brooks. I saw you two standing here in the center of the room. I was about to say something. And I noticed someone standing in the door to the garden with a gun on her hand. Her hand? I think so. It was hardly more than a shadow, but it looked like a woman. The only thing I could think of was to turn off the light and shout. Well, it's certainly a good thing you do. Hey, come out here, Hapy. You were right. It was a woman. Oh. You can see the heal marks here on the ground. Framstein Denquist. She's the only one it could be. It's fantastic that she should go this far to keep you from smashing her husband's alibi. She's a desperate woman, Hapy, and she's in love. Well, it's lucky you came along. We owe you our lives. Don't you think we ought to call Lieutenant Riley? No, I've got a better idea. What's that, George? Hapy, I wonder if you drive Miss Brooks now to headquarters and wait there for me. Of course. Oh, yeah, and ask Lieutenant Riley to pick up Loomis and Mrs. Denquist. What have you got in mind? I just have to make one stop, then I'll join you. Mr. Hapy, I think I can clean this thing up for you tonight. Oh, Sergeant. Yes, Lieutenant. Tell Loomis and Hapy to keep their shirts on. I'll get around to them in a little while. Yes, sir. And as soon as Valentine arrives, get him right in here. Mrs. Denquist, it's no use trying to keep anything from the Lieutenant. Miss Brooks is right. We'll check and find out where you were every minute this evening. I did everything I could. I guess it's over now. It was a horrible thing to do, but I did try to kill Mr. Valentine. Because he was bent on proving your husband's alibi was a pony? Was it, Mrs. Denquist? Yes. Yes. From beginning to end, Neil got Gloria's telegram at the store where he works. He didn't know what to think, but he knew what kind of a woman she was. Mm-hmm. Go on. He went out to Norton Heights. When he got there, she... she was already dead. Well, why didn't he just call the police? That sounds very simple, Miss Brooks. But if he were found there, he'd be the first one to be suspected. Luckily, no one saw Neil, so we came home in the next morning. Together, we thought of a wonderful, foolproof scheme. The Loomis business. We read about Mr. Loomis being held up. The description could fit Neil, and you know the rest. Funny. One time in a million, a man would lie about being robbed. He would be the one we picked on. Had it been a real robbery, no one would have denied Neil the honor of being the criminal. Well, we've got that straightened out. But the question of whether your husband killed Gloria Hafe is something for the DA's office and the jury to decide. Wait. May I see Neil a minute? I know he needs me. Yeah. Yeah, sure, sure. But I'm not forgetting the attempted murder charge against you and the little matter of assault and battery on Mr. Loomis to get that money clip. Sergeant! Take Mrs. Denquist down and let her talk to her husband. Yes, sir. Thank you. And tell Mr. Hafe to come in and he might as well know what happened. Yes, sir. Now, Miss Brooks... I know where George... When he disappears like this, I tell you just... Oh, Mr. Hafe, come in. Yes, Lieutenant. I think we've scotched Mr. Denquist's alibi, but whether he's guilty or not remains to be seen. I see. I guess I'm too tired at this point to have any reaction to that. Oh, I'm sorry to be so long, Lieutenant. Well, what gives, George? Well, I just had a very interesting conversation with Michelle, Mrs. Hafe's hairdresser. Okay. How nice. Yeah, Michelle was doing her hair from two to four last Tuesday. You remember, Lieutenant? Brooks, he remarked that Mrs. Hafe must have just come from the hairdresser. Say, wait a minute. Did you say from two to four? That's right. But that telegram was... that was phoned in from the Hafe house at 3.30 in St. Gloria. Which means she didn't send the telegram, Lieutenant. She was sent by someone else who belonged in that house. Someone who wanted Denquist to be found there with the body. What, George? What could that mean, Mr. Valentine? Who? Well, this is a shabby way to repay someone who saved my life, but it was you, Hafe, who sent that telegram. You killed your wife. How many twists in one case take, Brooks? Well, I stopped counting the ones this one had. Mrs. Denquist, innocent as country butter, takes a pot shot at me. She, as sin, saves me because we happen to be working in the same direction. Well, is he still sticking to his alibi? No, that went over the side, Angel. He made a round of the bars all right, but he had time between stops for a little homicide. Gloria was giving him the works, just as she did Neil Denquist, but on a much bigger scale. Oh, hello, Mr. Loomis. Hello, Miss Brooks. I'm in a hurry, but I want you to do yourself a favor. What, Mr. Loomis? Now, put this money I owe you on fair weather in the fifth at Corona Park and put it on the nose. Oh, Mr. Loomis, I'm disappointed in you. I thought you'd reform. But I have, Miss Brooks. Thanks to you and Mr. Valentine. I only give tips now. I don't take them. 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Next week, when you tune our way for another adventure of George Valentine, you'll hear... Couldn't wait till you got here, Valentine. Oh, it's so good to see you, George. I was so afraid that gorilla saw me flip you that note. What about Bigelow, Lieutenant? That's just how we found the place. Empty. I put out a general alarm for Bigelow. Hey, what was in that note about Collins' procedure? It's too late now. Collins is dead. Not just dead, either, Valentine. Collins was murdered. And that means we're not looking for just a stack of paper. We're after a murderer. Tonight's adventure of George Valentine has been brought to you by Standard of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West. Let George Do It stars Robert Bailey as George with Francis Robinson as Claire. Wally Mayer appears as Lieutenant Riley. A nice story was written by David Victor and Herbert Little Jr. and directed by Jaime Del Valle. Also heard in the cast where John Daner is Arnold Loomis, Bill Conrad as Neil Denquist, Georgia Ellis as Francine Denquist and Herbert Butterfield as John Haley. The music is composed and conducted by Eddie Dunstetter for announcer John Heiston. Listen again next week, same time, same station to Let George Do It. The mutual Don Lee Broadcasting System.