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When it happens to me, I'd prefer to have it come through what we call natural causes and not as someone else has planned it. In this connection, I believe that you can be of some help to me. If you're available, please call at my office at the cellar's bank building as soon as possible, signed Warren Sage. You mean somebody has already tried to take your life, Mr. Sage? I do, Miss Brooks. Up to now, there have been two attempts. Well, I suppose you tell us about them. The first was a couple of weeks ago. I went to the garage in the morning to get my car. When I stepped in the starter, there was a terrific explosion. Oh, what caused it? I later discovered a bomb had been planted near the motor to go off when I started the car. You weren't injured? Fortunately, no. Although the front of the car was completely demolished. At first, I didn't think that bomb was meant for me. Oh, why not? Well, I seldom drive my own car. My man Frederick usually brings me down here to the office. I believe it must have been set for him. Oh. How did you happen to be driving that particular morning, Mr. Sage? Frederick wasn't feeling well and asked if I would mind, and I didn't, of course. Oh, well, just offhand, I'd say that doesn't look very well for your man. Well, I think we can eliminate Frederick. He's quite reliable. Been with me for several years. You said there was a second time? Yes, and that was quite a different matter that happened only two days ago. See, every night before I go to bed, I have a glass of warm milk. Yeah? And night before last, I rang for Mrs. Hastings, the housekeeper, and she brought it to me. Just as I was about to drink the milk, I detected a strange odor about it. What sort of an odor, Mr. Sage? Oh, the standard thing they talk about in the mystery stories, sort of a burnt armor. Oh, yeah, I know what that would be. What did you do? I questioned Mrs. Hastings. She smelled it, too. I saved the milk, along with the rest of the cord it came from, and next morning sent them to Dr. Vance. Dr. Vance? Yes, my physician. He analyzed them for me. The poison was there, all right, in both of them. Very deadly type. Well, what did the housekeeper have to say when you told her, if you did? Well, of course I did. She couldn't be of any help. She thought the milk must have been tampered with before it was brought to the house. Well, Mr. Sage, to use a hang-need expression, it seems to me that both times it was an inside job. I've told you about Frederick and the same goes for Mrs. Hastings. She also has been with me for a long time. Anyone else in your household? Only my wife. I think you can eliminate her, too, Mr. Valentine. So, you want me to try and find out who's doing these things, huh? Yes, I... What's the matter? George, Mr. Sage is ill. Oh, what is it, Mr. Sage? What's the trouble? My heart has oxygen mass. Oxygen mass? Oh, there it is, George, on the corner of the desk. Yeah, yeah, I got it. Here. The tank's there. The valve on top. Yeah, I see it. Just a second. Hurry, George. Here we are. Getting in. More. Turn more. Yeah, okay. He's beginning to look better, George. Yeah, kind of. He blew there for a moment. Is it all right now, Mr. Sage? All right. Ah. I didn't know they took oxygen for heart condition. For certain. Thanks, yes. I don't know much about it. How long do we have to take it? I don't know. All right, Mr. Valentine. That's enough. Come on, turn it off, please. Okay. Are you sure that's enough? Ah, plenty. Oh, you're certainly lucky to have that tank of oxygen right here in your office, Mr. Sage. I have one. Every place that I spend any time is Brooks. Here. In my study at home, upstairs, my bedroom. I can carry a small tank in my car. I didn't know what it was at first. It looked like a big roll of brown paper. Do they always come wrapped up like that? I never have the paper taken off. The tank itself looks rather ugly. These attacks happen quite often? Fairly so. No matter. It's over now. Now then, how do you feel about taking my case, Valentine? Well, I'll be glad to do what I can. I'll start by talking to Frederick and Mrs. Hastings and your wife. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Valentine. I didn't expect to see you so soon. No, well, I guess we are a little early. This is Mrs. Brooks, Mrs. Sage. So how do you do? How do you do, Mrs. Brooks? I'm glad you've come, Mr. Valentine. I'd better close the door. Of course. I explained to you on the phone why we were here, Mrs. Sage. Yes. I've been very worried about Warren since these things have been happening. It's good he got you. We thought perhaps you could tell us a little more than your husband did. He was busy when we saw him. Well, how much as I'd like to, I'm afraid I can't add much. You know about the explosion and the mill. Yes, and I wanted particularly to ask you about the two servants, Mrs. Hastings and Frederick. Oh, you think they may have had something to do with it? Well, not necessarily, just a possibility. What do you think? Well, about Frederick. Yes. Well, since you're investigating, you'll find out sooner or later. Frederick is here for a reason. What reason, Mrs. Sage? Well, he got in some trouble with Warren's company several years ago. He was sent to jail. My husband had him paroled in his custody, providing he'd stay here and work for him. Oh, that's interesting. Have you ever seen him doing anything suspicious, out of line? No, I haven't. And the housekeeper? Well, I know very little about him, Mr. Valentine. You see, she was Warren's housekeeper before we were married. Oh? I don't think she likes me, although she's never said so. Maybe a little jealousy, huh? Perhaps. But she does her job, takes my orders. Well, frankly, Mrs. Sage, do you think either of these people would have any motive for trying to kill your husband? I don't want to think so. Murders are pretty drastic sort of way to gain an end, isn't it? Yeah, it certainly is. Well, thank you, Mrs. Sage. I want to talk to you again later. George, where you going? Well, sorry to surprise you that way. Yeah, let me help you up. You would be Frederick. Yes. Yes, I was just... Leaning on the door so you'd be ready to talk to us, of course. Frederick, you were listening. It's no matter. We're not keeping any secrets. Oh, Mrs. Sage, would you leave us alone with Frederick for a few minutes? Yes, of course. I'll be in the cellarium when you want me again. Thank you. Oh, sit down, Frederick. I'd rather stand, sir. Very well. What I've got to say won't take long. What do you know about these attempts on Mr. Sage's life? Nothing, sir. I know nothing. Well, that bomb in the car didn't look good for you, did it? Well, naturally not, but I... Especially since you'd asked Mr. Sage to drive his own car that morning. That was just a coincidence. That's all I know. Yeah, almost a tragic coincidence. It's true, isn't it, that you're on parole to Mr. Sage? Yeah. Yeah, that's right. That wouldn't make me want to kill him if that's what you're getting at. He's protecting me really. Frederick, being so close to him, haven't you any idea who might have done these things? Well, maybe I have. Well, come on, give it to us then. Well, I... I don't know anything you understand, but did you happen to know that Mr. Sage is changing his will? No, no, I didn't. In what way? Well, he'd left quite a lot of money to Mrs. Hastings. That will was made before he was married. He decided to give her some money now in cash and cut her out of the will. How did you know about this, Frederick? Well, I heard him telling Mrs. Hastings. She didn't seem the least bit happy about it. Well, not just a minute, Frederick. Supposing that would be a motive for her to kill him before he made the change. It still doesn't seem reasonable that a woman would rig up a bomb in a car, does it? Well, I don't know. Maybe she hasn't accomplished. Yeah, maybe. Well, thanks for the information. By the way, do you know where Mrs. Hastings is now? She'd be in the kitchen preparing dinner, I guess. Good. We'll just go in and chat with her for a minute and then be on our way. Mrs. Hastings? I'm George Valentine. I didn't want to take you away from your work, but something smells good. Thank you. Mrs. Hastings, who do you think is trying to kill your employer? What? My employer? I don't know. I'd explain the poison milk. It was in your keeping. You warmed it and took it to Mr. Sage. You think I did it. Oh, we don't think anything yet, Mrs. Hastings, but that incident didn't help you any, did it? I suppose not, but I didn't do it. Mr. Sage has done too much for me. I wouldn't kill him. Have you any idea who might want to? I don't like to say. Oh, well, now, if you think so much of him, it might be wise to tell us what you know. I don't know anything. Have you met Dr. Vance? Mr. Sage's physician? No, not yet. But what's he got to do with it? Dr. Vance is considerably younger than Mr. Sage and quite handsome. What does that prove, Mrs. Hastings? Well, he's about the age of the lady of the house. Oh, no, no, wait a minute. You mean Mrs. Sage and Dr. Vance are... very friendly, Mr. Valentine. You might call it an attachment. Mr. Sage doesn't know it, of course, but they're together a great deal. Well, that's a new angle, certainly. All right, thanks, Mrs. Hastings. We'll see you later. George, where are we going now? Get a little dinner ourselves. Then go back to the office and make up a report for today's work. George, it's getting late. Can't we put away the report for tonight and close up the office? Sure, just a second. Good night. Hello, George Valentine. Valentine Warren Sage. Yes, Mr. Sage. It's happened again. What? Where are you? In my study at home. It happened just a minute ago. And this one was a little closer. I'm sitting here with the lights off. You'd better come out. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just one moment. How many times have you heard someone say, you know, all gasoline's are the same? Well, contrary to popular belief, there are differences in gasoline. For instance, any gasoline can be refined to stress one performance feature at the expense of others. But Chevron Supreme gasoline is designed to give you not one, not two, but all eight high-performance qualities in correct balance. And that balance is important, too, for it's the proper proportion of all eight qualities that make Chevron Supreme gasoline perform best in your car. Check the important qualities that you get in every gallon of Chevron Supreme. 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You'll be able to see a little by the moonlight. Okay, Brooksie. Come on. All right, George. I'm not sure you should have brought Miss Brooks with you this time, Valentine. I tried not to. She insisted. What happened, Mr. Sage? Something new and different. They've tried to bomb me, poison me. This time they took a much more direct method. They tried to shoot me. Then you must know who... No. I'm afraid not, Miss Brooks. See, I was sitting here at my desk going over some papers. Suddenly I heard a shot and almost at the same time there was a shattering of glass and the desk light went out. It came from outside then. That's right. You'll notice in the moonlight the glass in that French door is broken. So has the bulb in the desk lamp. Yeah. If you didn't turn on the light again after that, I must have saved you. Oh, no. I thought that was the better part of Valor. Good, good. It's entirely possible you're a sailor and will stick around to see if he's done a good job. I mean, he might still be out there. That's possible. All right, now stay here. Both of you. I'll be back in a minute. Darling, where are you going? Outside to look around. Meantime, don't make any noise in here. Keep your voices down. I'll go with you, Valentine. I know the ground. You do nothing of the kind, Mr. Sage. I like to keep my clients alive. Mr. Sage, what was that? I don't know. It sounded like... Don't worry. Don't worry. Sorry. What's the rest of the glass and that pain fell out when I closed the door? Oh, darling, I thought it was... You can turn on the lights again now, Mr. Sage. I was fired at you. You did? Where? Out there in the lawn, thrown beside a bush or dropped by mistake. Wasn't hard to see in the moonlight. Pretty little pearl-handled revolver. You found that out there? Yeah, that's right. Dandy little 22. Ever see this gun before, Mr. Sage? Yes, yes, yes, I have. Know who it belongs to? It belongs to my wife. George! I thought it looked like a ladies model. Where is your wife now, Mr. Sage? Well, she... She was tired of sitting at home alone while I was working. She was going to a movie. Mm-hmm. And where are Frederick and Mrs. Hastings? Uh, well, Frederick has the night off. He goes to visit some relatives in the valley. He called me from there only 10 minutes or so before the shot. And Mrs. Hastings? In her room upstairs. She heard the shot and came down here a few minutes later. See what had happened. I told her I had sent for you and I had her go back to her quarters. Well, that accounts for everybody, I guess. Except one person we'd better see tomorrow morning. Tonight, lock yourself in your room. Don't take any chances. Dr. Vance, you know, of course, about the three attempts that have been made on Mr. Sage's life. Why, yes, of course. He told me about, uh, three attempts, you say? That's right. But, well, I only know of two. There was the bomb that was planted in his car and the milk. But, uh, you mentioned a third. Yeah, that happened last night. Pretty close to being successful, too. Did you ever see this before, Dr.? Why, it, uh, it looks like... Well, I don't know. Like, uh, Mrs. Sage's gun, you were going to say? Well, Mrs. Sage, um, she had a gun like that. Yes, but I can't say... This gun was fired at Warren's Sage last night. It just didn't happen to be aimed properly. Good Lord, you don't think... Well, were you last night, Dr. Vance? I? Why? I was making some calls. In the evening? Certainly. I had some special cases to see. Oh, yeah, of course. One more thing. Yes? Well, in all three cases, suppose they were all meant to be quite obvious attempts. Not to kill, Mr. Sage, but to give him a terrific fright. Well? Well, with his heart condition, could such a fright cause death? Uh, um, it's possible, yes. If the fright were great enough. Uh-huh. Well, thanks for the appointment. Oh, I'll just take that gun along with me. Goodbye, Doctor. So, what have you got, George? Four suspects, period. Yeah, I know, Brooksy. Any one of them could be guilty. Or any two. Well, I hope you get somewhere before they try it again. Oh, by the way, you have an appointment with Dr. Jennings this afternoon. Dr. Jennings? A dentist? Yes, I made it for you. He said you're overdue for your six-month checkup. Well, you better cancel it. I can't leave this thing now. You'll have to pay for the appointment anyway. It's less than 24 hours. I could call you there. I'll get it, Brooksy. Hello? Hello, Mr. Valentine? Yes? Mr. Valentine, this is Elsie Sage. Oh, yes. I knew you'd want me to call you. My husband is... Dead. How did it happen, Mrs. Sage? It was low. Heart attack, huh? Okay, I'll be right out there. I'm afraid, Mr. Valentine, your services won't be needed anymore. I'll see that your fee is taken care of. Well, I'm not so much interested in that right now, Mrs. Sage. Um, where did it happen? In there, in his study. He didn't go to the office this morning. Stayed home to work on some papers. He was alone, you said, on the phone. Yes, I... I went in to tell him I was going out and found him there on the floor. Mm-hmm. May we go in? If you want to. The doctor's still there. Dr. Vance? Yes. Oh, Elliot. Mr. Valentine is here. What's that, Elsie? What did you...? Oh, Valentine. What do you want? Not much. That's the way you found him. Yes. You see, he's still clutching the oxygen mask. Yes, sir. Apparently he didn't get to it in time, that's all. Um, if it's any of your business. Oh, I suppose it isn't now, Doctor. He hadn't turned on the oxygen, Mrs. Sage, huh? Oh, yes, it was on when I came in. I tried his pulse and there was no heartbeat at all. I turned off the oxygen after I called it... Dr. Vance. He was definitely dead then, you're sure. Of course, she's sure. I examined him. Death due to lack of oxygen. And, uh, now, if you've seen enough of Valentine. Oh, yes, yes, we'll be going. Sorry, Mr. Sage. Thank you. Come on, Roxy. We'll find our way out all right, don't bother. Well, that's one way to lose a client, George. Yeah. It's too bad. I'm glad you're not on the case any longer. Somebody might try to kill you. I doubt it, Angel. If I had a few days more, I think I could have got somewhere. Well, you didn't. You're off the case. And you'll have plenty of time to get to your dentist appointment. Yeah, okay. But I'd still like to know who was trying to kill my client. Certainly I'm glad all my patients aren't like you, Valentine. Oh, I know all of them. Wait a minute. What'd you say? I said why. I'm not hard to get along with. Oh, no, not that. Just no cavities so far. If the lower's all clean, can't even find one. Pardon me, I didn't get you. How'd you expect it with your fist in my mouth? I just said you'll probably drill a couple of cavities if you can't find some. Oh, no, no, no. That's not a kind thing to say. All right, Valentine. Turn your head that way. Just to the left a little. Yeah, that's good. We'll get these over here. Right, I'm not going to find any up here either. Of course, I might be lucky. Take it easy. Take it easy. This one. All right. If you want to talk all the time, I can't get my heart. Look, Doc, look, wait a minute. What? Those two tanks you've got over there in the corner. Yeah? What about them? They're standing there every time they come in the office. Sure, sure, I know. But what are they for? Pat Piappa put you to sleep. Take your choice. Now let's get back to work. No, no, wait, wait a minute. The one on the left. What's in it? All right. You want a short course in medical science? It's oxygen. It feels fine. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. Now, oxygen. It feels faint. Your heart slows down. I give you oxygen. You feel better. Right. I mean, the tank on the right. What's in it? Nitrous oxide. Oh, what's it for? Well, you have a tooth that has to come out. You don't want it to hurt. I give you nitrous oxide. You go to sleep. Then when you wake up, the tooth is gone. Simple as that, huh? Wouldn't be good to take for a heart attack. Oh, I should say not. Hey, quick. Come on. Get this bib off, Doc. Let me out of here. No, no, no. Are you crazy? What's the idea? Let me out, I said. I think I just solved a murder. Thanks for helping me, Doc. I helped you out. Tell you when I come back. So long. Hello, Jackson Hospital Service. Well, I'm calling for Mr. Warren Sage. I'm his accountant. And I just wanted to check on his last order. Well, you got it right there. Good. Yeah, yeah. Well, what did the order consist of? Mm-hmm. Oh, and, uh, and who phoned in the order? Oh, yes. Yes, that's fine. Well, thank you. Good-bye. Hey, Brooksy. Yes, George. They all in the living room? All of them. Not very happy, though. What's it all about? Drag along. You'll see. Come on. Wow. Thank you all for coming. Oh, Valentine, what's the meaning of this? Sage, Frederick, Mrs. Hastings, and you, Dr. Vance. Yes, you're all here. Oh, don't you think you've interfered enough, Mr. Valentine? My husband is dead. Yes, I know, Mrs. Sage. I'll try to make this as brief as possible. You see, I got you all together here to tell you something that, uh, one of you already knows. Mr. Sage didn't die a natural death. Didn't die a natural death? No, Mrs. Hastings. He was murdered. Murdered? What do you mean we all saw him? I know, Frederick. He'd been alone. Was dead when you discovered him, Mrs. Sage. But regardless of all that, he was murdered. I think you'd better make yourself clear, Valentine. This is no time for false accusations. Of course, Dr. Vance. I wouldn't have got you all together here if I'd known which one of you was the murderer. Which one of us? I had to keep you all here until I got what I wanted. Now, I have it. Well, Mr. Valentine? Not very well for you, Frederick. People go to chairs and gas chambers for what you've done. Why, you stupid meddling fools. You've got nothing on me. I'm not going to stay here anymore. Oh, yes, you are, Frederick. Stop right where you are, because I got a gun on you. I'll never get me. There are still bullets in this gun, Buster. Even after the one that was fired last night. You, uh, recognize this gun, Mrs. Sage? Yes, it's mine. It was stolen some time ago. Yeah, that's right, by Frederick. He thought it would be a good way to plant a murder on you. George, how do you know? That Mr. Sage was murdered. Because when he had a heart attack this morning, he didn't take oxygen. He took an anesthetic, nitrous oxide. Enough of it to kill anyone with a bad heart. Frederick here ordered it and set up the tank in his study. I should have guessed. Ever since Warren refused to release Frederick from his parole. Brooks he called Lieutenant Johnson. We'll hold Frederick until he gets here. All right. Are you sure, George? How did you know what was in that tank? Found out from my dentist, Angel. Tell you about it later. Now go on. 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Oh, but you still haven't told me how you knew that tank had nitrous oxide in it. Easy. Happened to see the two tanks in Doc Jennings' office. Noticed that an oxygen tank has green on it, and nitrous oxide blue. So I just had a hunch. But why didn't anybody else notice that? Well, don't you remember, Sage told us he always left his tanks wrapped in the paper they came in? Never took it off? I ripped it down to find out. Well, how about Mrs. Sage and Dr. Vance George? Were they really in love? No, no. Just a figment of Mrs. Hastings' imagination. I wish somebody around here would have a figment of the imagination. Like, for instance. Like, for instance, I imagine I'd better get back to Doc Jennings' office and have him finish cleaning my teeth. See you later, Angel. Tonight's 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 Greg as Bruxy. Let George do it was written by Lloyd London and directed by Kenneth Webb. Larry Dobkin was heard as Sage. Lee Patrick as Mrs. Sage. Tony Barrett as Frederick. Don Randolph as Dr. Vance. And Florence Ravenl as Mrs. Hastings. The music was composed and presented by Eddie Dunstetter, your announcer, John Heaston. Listen again next week, same time, same station to Let George Do It. Let George Do It is heard overseas through the worldwide facilities of the Armed Forces Radio Service. This is the Mutual Don Lee Broadcasting System.