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Please don't delay, not lying when I say it's likely to be death of me, signed Douglas Durfey. Oh, Brooks, I'm afraid this tuxedo will be the death of me. George, you look wonderful. Here, this is Graduate Hall. Yeah, quite a place. A lot of rooms lit up in there. I wonder what kind of a shindig this is. George, look out, over here. What in the name of... A water bag, paper sack full of water. All right, smart guy up there. Oh, yeah, Angel. Well, at least I won't be bothered by the starch in my shirt any more. Well, for me, by the curl in my hair. Well, okay, chin up, Angel. After a few repairs, we'll join the Durfey's and the dancing. And maybe we can be the death of somebody. Would you hand me that box of clean air? A water bag. You got a water bag, didn't you? Oh, they're so funny. They think they're so funny. Thanks. They're silly and so stupid. Here, I can eat that better than you can. No, no, it's all right. You won't spot your dress. Not like one girl. Got a water bag full of cold coffee. Here, I'll fix the mirror for you. No, please, I'm fine. What's the matter with you? Reunion. Reunion, that's all. Reunion? Well, that's what this party is. I guess you must be the only outsider here. The class of 30. Dear old Seaver. Summer reunion, 30. Most likely to succeed. You've been crying, haven't you? Can I help? Oh, no. No most bashful girl in the class. That's what I was. How would I do anything but just keep it to myself? The wallflower's always crying in the powder room, isn't she? Are the most popular girls out there? Oh, now look, please. Her name's Cynthia. As in Magnolia Blossom's, only faded now. Cynthia. Just as stuck up in brainlessness as... Forgive me. Imagine talking like this at the age of 42. Drooling and sympathy with myself. Weeping over the same mistakes that everybody makes. Oh, don't feel like that. Horrible, isn't it? What a reunion does to people. The sentiment and the memories. Even the most... the most likely to be happy. Well, thank you, Mrs. Brooke. Miss Brooke. Miss, of course. Not even those 30 were all a class of. I'm Betty Murphy. Mrs. Murphy. 42. Mr. Murphy. Bye-bye. Hey, hey. Class of 30. Hey, hey. Oh, yes, they're all here. That was the star football player that man was so fat. And over there were the glasses. Man most likely to go broke. He's a bank president now. Yeah, yeah, but I'm looking for the derpy brothers. Oh. What's that supposed to mean? Joe and Doug Derpy. Most likely to be popular forever. Oh, yes, the derpy boys are here someplace. They're always here. Mr. Valentine. You know what I mean? Dancing with the most beautiful girl in the class. Hello, Stinky. Son, are you? Yes, that's right. I'm Valentine. Frank, everybody got here, boy. Stinky, would you? Of course. Of course. Good evening, Cynthia. You look lovely. Why, thank you, sir. She says. Oh, sorry. This is Mr. Valentine, darling. Mrs. Chesterton. Mrs. Chesterton. Isn't this the loveliest dance, Mr. Valentine? I've only seen a Douglas to me. Darling, darling, please. I'll only take a second. Valentine. Well, I don't mind, Douglas. I'll just dance with you. No, no, I'm sorry. But don't dance with Stinky. Never on earth. Are you jealous? Really? I won't step on her toes. I'm sorry. I said I can't explain. But just stay there a second. Thanks, darling. All right. Valentine. So you're Douglas Durfey, huh? I just spotted you there. I only got back from the golf course a few minutes ago. Say, tell me, is a woman named Betty Durfey your wife by any chance? Oh, no, no, no. I'm single. She's Joseph's wife. I'll find him and we'll meet you after this dance upstairs in my room. Oh, what? What's the job? What's going on here? Valentine, listen to me. It's the sort of job you may not like. It may seem foolish. So should Stinky's death be foolish, or mine, or Joseph's, or any other man. Hey, hey, clear it up, will you? It's Cynthia there. Lady I was dancing with. Don't you understand? And it's my fault, mine. I know I have to say this fast, but Cynthia and I are planning to be married. Hey, I thought her name was... Yes, yes, Chester. Yes, her husband was in this class, too, but he's not here tonight. Separated. That's a fool. He divorced naturally. At least I thought there'd be now. I don't know what to think. Oh, I get it. So that's all it is. Get yourself tangled up with a married woman, huh? You're right, Mr. Durfee. I don't like this kind of job. Ah, Valentine, Valentine, I know how it sounds, but you've got to help. Why? Why all your urgent telegrams? And it turns out to be just a case... Is it only a foolish middle-aged love triangle when the husband hires a thug? A who? Yes, yes, you heard me. Over there to keep an eye on her. I know how crazy it is, but... You mean the big guy? Yeah, that's right, the sour boss. We thought it was only somebody's friend. Cynthia still believes he's just an attentive moose named Claude. And he's really a hired watchdog. All right then, stay away from him. Away from her. And when I bumped into one, I found he's carrying a gun. Stay far away from him. That was all it was. It isn't just me, Mr. Valentine. Cynthia told my brother she was going to run away with him, with Joe. What? Never mind the moral analysis of a woman who can't forget how to flirt to destroy men's lives. She was even like that in school. The point is, she's even more dangerous than we are. Figure it out for yourself. Her jealous, stuffy, proud husband is finally caught on. That hired thug Claude has come here to kill her. Fine if I sing it through you, Mr. Valentine. No, no, of course not. Nice song. I like nostalgic things, don't you? Of course, you know, they played it when I was very small. You see, I'm not actually in the class of 30. My heaven just in case my wrinkle is showing. Sure, Mrs. Chesterton. What? Oh, I don't mean I'm hiding anything or anything. I'm probably almost as old as you are, but... Hello, Duchess. Starly, he's marvelous. Down the turn, keep your eyes open. What? What is it? Oh, I'm sorry. Just keep dancing. There's a guy coming. I don't mean Claude. Now, don't turn, sister. I wanted to see what would happen. But I'm sure he won't hurt you. George, look out. All right, stop dancing this instant, both of you. Stop and stop what I say. Hey, hey, not so fast. Buster, let go of her. Let go of yourself. Oh, yes, I know who you are, young man. I've heard the gossip. Say, slow down. Take it easy. It's my day-end right now. You understand me? I can take care of your kind with one hand. Tight behind my back. Yes. Yes, I'm still in pretty good condition, aren't I? Not like the rest of you flabby gossiping fools. Okay, okay. Conditions to change. The rest of you apomorphic wolves will understand that I'm still quite capable of protecting my wife from all of you. What? Claude, for heaven's sake, I haven't seen any wolves. Be quiet, Cynthia. There's been scandalous behavior here, and you know it. All right, we're leaving. We're going home. Oh, I've heard what you've all whispered, all right. Even about the derpy brothers. When an old fool like Doug Derpy says that I'm losing my wife to handsome her men, then it's time to put my foot down. George, please, stop it. Just tell me what's happened. Be quiet. We'll come later. But I've exposed your young boyfriend, your George Valentine. That's what I've done. And let me tell you, I've never been so solid in my life. Oh, is that a windbag? That says in the class that he fell like a ton of bricks. Oh, why don't you shut up, Derpy. It's you who's going to fall like a... Will you stop laughing? Oh, you Valentine of beautiful... And that Cynthia. Oh, never guess the stories Joe and I was spreading. All right, all right, all right. So it's all a practical joke. The derpy brothers, most popular boys. The waterbag kid. Oh, no, no, not that, no, not that. Nothing amateurish like that. We turned my solution, the girl's gymnasium once. Oh, great. At last reunion, we mixed up the room keys and the president himself walked right in. Buster, you're the kind of guys who want to be taken apart piece by piece. And you tagged me for a fall guy. So I guess I'm the one to do it unless Chesterton gets up here to your room and beats me to it. Oh, where's your... Here's your check, now get out. Chesterton's not going to be here any minute, or Joe's room upstairs. Oh, brother, there are two in every class, aren't there? And so you both send me wires saying it's likely to be the death of you. Well, Buster, for my money, I'd like to... Stop it, stop it, there's no time. That's the point. Your little sucker act is just act one. Hey, wait a minute. You mean you're not through with him yet? Joe and I cooked it all up right here last night. Got everything ready. Ooh, those Chesterton's have been asking for it all their lives. They're going to fix that forever. Now, look, I don't think much of the Chesterton's, but I think a lot less of you. Joe and I are in love with Cynthia. Now, it'll never get her. Hand me that bottle of ketchup, will it? The ketchup, will it? Yeah. Shame to spoil a good shirt. That doesn't... Nice. I'm using a knife. Pretty bloody. Oh, no. I cannot live without you, my note says. Joe's is even better. I'm a failure, and without your love, I can't go on alone. Pony suicide. So that's it. Sure, the death of us. We didn't lie to you. Hand me my note, will you? The top drawer there. Oh, I tell you, this is even going to top the time we stole the park bench. What note? What I wrote last night, I just told you. It'll even better than the time we took it more loose than the movie. Can't live without you. We wrote it together. What's the matter? Well, my note. Where's my... Well, it's not here. That's Joe's stubble. It's two of the notes. Our suicide notes. They're gone. No kidding. We wrote them last night. Put them on the desk here. Somebody must have... A little joke on the jokers for a change. You guys are so popular. And now somebody has stolen your big, funny, suicide notes. I had a break in the door for her. Mrs. Durfee. I hadn't seen him all day. But the two of them were up to something. I wanted to stop it. They're still a child. Take it easy, Mrs. Durfee. I'm afraid your husband's dead all right. Apparently he shot himself. Oh, I'm sure that's what it was. His own suicide note. Signed right there in his hand. Yeah. I'm a failure. And without your love, I can't go on. I'm afraid your husband's dead all right. Without your love, I can't go on alone. Joe's stolen notes. The funny, funny suicide. Only now it's a perfect murder. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. 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Now back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. Summer reunion, the class of 30. They're all here, the fated most beautiful girl, the most jealous and stuffy man, the most likely to succeed and the most likely to die. Two brothers, the irrepressible, the perennial jokers, the derpy boys, Doug and Joe, who have kept things lively through all these years. Now one of them is dead, a victim of his own practical joke. Guilty of writing a suicide note thinking it might be funny, but the suicide notes were stolen and Joe never lived to land. Now if your name is George Valentine, you agree with Lieutenant Riley when he says that... Anything can happen at a reunion. Suicide. Jerks who write their own suicide notes just to make some stuffy people look silly. All right, all right Riley, let's stick to the facts. What time did Joe Derpy die? Oh, four or five o'clock afternoon, maybe the doc's not sure. His brother Douglas talked to him on the phone around four, so it had to be after that. Doug talked to him? Yeah, sure. The pair of them had to double check on their cute little plan, naturally. And it was just after that that they sent those sucker telegrams to you. Yeah, yeah, sure. And the checks. Doug was out at the golf course all day. Catty had to reach him on the 10th green and the operator here's got a record of it too. It's a toll call, Joe was here in his room, huh? Where was his wife, Betty? Down at a bridge party with a wife downtown. Oh, no, no, pal. This case isn't going to be easy if that's what you're driving at. No, I was just wondering. Where'd the gun come from? I don't know. Probably won't know. It's just a gun, 32 revolvers. He was holding it in his hand. Other hand had the note. Yeah, sure, sure. All the window dressing, all right. It was a nice, efficient job and it could have been one of 200 people. And no clues, huh? But I had one. Stinky Bronson had to break down this door, remember? When the body was found. Oh, what about it? All suicides locked their doors. That's what I mean. Another piece of window dressing. Because my lock expert in there says he'll absolutely swear that door was locked by someone who was leaving the room. Pulled it shut after him. So I get all excited. But my fingerprint man says whoever it was wiped the knob clean. One of 200. Valentine, guess who had a reason for killing Joe Dirtley? Guess who hated one of the most popular boys? Guess who has had nasty, unfunny, practical jokes pulled on them in the past years? Yeah, Riley, the whole class. Just to make it a more perfect murder. Valentine, I'm not going to apologize because we never grew up. We've been told off by experts, my friend. I should have heard how Joe's wife used to be in the subject. All of them. Yokos. No sense of humor. No sense of humor. I'm blind. I was out at the golf course all the time. I know. I know. I know you didn't kill your brother. You were miles away and plenty of witnesses knew it. That's not what I meant. I gave a trick ball to a guy in the forcing. Just took off and floated. That's me ever since college. Me? Nobody laugh? A man who gives a hot foot supposed to beat the rest of the world in a punch. Class of 30. Some very nice people. A big man important. And the dirty boys. Oh, still in the hour of glory. Still way back there in 1930. Don't let that singing carry you away. Oh, shut up. Not too easy to see yourself slipping a banana peel. Failures, if you must have it, barely a penny between us now, Joe and me. So what? You're nothing. Oh, sure. In the reunions, we kept it up. Most popular boys. Back in our hometown, Mr. Valentine, we're nothing. Failures. Have a drink. Okay, so that's why you kept it up. If I were you, I'd put the drink down, friend. There's a lot of people still here waiting to be questioned. Maybe one of them killed your brother. And is watching you right now because you're next. Or hasn't it occurred to you that your suicide note was stolen too, that it's still missing? That you're a walking invitation to another foolproof crime? So what? Maybe I don't care. Don't you understand? George, please talk. Maybe it's my final chance at a real big joke. How about that, Cynthia? Most popular boy in the class, that's me. Douglas, I'm sorry. You used to go on dates with me. Now don't turn away like that. Please, Douglas, my husband. Oh, sure, your husband. Maybe old Claude's out loading the gun for me right now. For heaven's sake. I think she's heard enough out of you for tonight, Dervis. Oh, Stinky, shut up. You're not so mad at me, are you, darling? Well, really, Douglas, I should have been warned when Betty told me about your golf ball this afternoon. Wait a minute, wait a minute, all of you. Hey, Stinky. Well, Mr. Valentine, I see no reason for our being here. I was just going to take Mrs. Chesterton to find her husband. I'm sorry, but I thought you were with Joe's wife, Betty Dervis. Well, every girl has her moment, Mr. Valentine. I was, yes. She's upstairs. Well, I just wanted to get you straight, that's all. Now, you've been around all evening, but you were with Betty when we found the body. And earlier, I remember on the dance floor you were waiting for somebody in the powder room. George Betty was in the powder room at the same time I was there. Stinky, you told me it was only this afternoon. No, no, no, no. Now, please, I don't have to explain myself. Stinky is an old bow of mine. Well, this is a reunion, Mr. Valentine. I'm afraid you'll only get yourself all wound up if you try to figure out all the associations. Just the same. Will you please tell me what... Joe and Betty were planning to get a divorce. Divorce? Yes, that's what I said. Well, I know when I saw her, she sounded awfully unhappy. Mrs. Chesterton, what did you mean just a second ago when you said Stinky, you told me it was only this afternoon? Well, he made me an old friend of Betty's, but he's also an old friend of mine. Oh, and my husband's too, of course. This afternoon, I said you said he was with her when she was supposed to be at a bridge part. But they only left for a little while. She's 30 or four. Oh, stop it, stop it. 3.30 or four, huh? Where were you? Where did you bring her? I don't have to end. No. I brought Betty out here. Here at Graduate Hall? Yeah, it was something about the divorce. She wanted to see Joe for a minute. That's all it was. And you understand, I didn't come upstairs. I only waited in the car. Stinky, huh? How much money did you make? What? What are you talking about, Derpy? Valentine, my brother Joe took out a new life insurance policy just a couple of months ago. Life insurance? Derpy, wait. Derpy! Get out of here. Get out of here. Don't say that I've got to see her. She did it, Betty. I said get out of here! You can't see her, my friend. She's dead. Suicide. Betty, Derpy. Just like Joe was. Only no notes. No. No, she didn't write one like Joe did. Derpy, I want to get something straight. That insurance. It's your idea since Betty was up here this afternoon about the time Joe died that she might have had her eye on his insurance. Is that right? Kill him? Using the suicide note she'd found? And now it looks like maybe she killed herself. Just couldn't stand what she'd done. Is that your idea? Miss Valentine, I'm all through with the idea. Yeah, and so am I. A murder and then a suicide. Both the same way. 200 people, everybody mixed up with everybody else. Don't you understand, Riley? Your case is solved. It's a lot simpler than it looks, Riley. Betty was up here, we know that. She had a key so she could have got into Joe's room, and she could have left without leaving any fingerprints. Look, Mr. Valentine, I'm not so sure that... If a man had shut that door you talked about, Riley, leaving the body behind to look like suicide, he would have had to intentionally wipe the doorknob. But a woman would do it by accident, wouldn't she? When she was dressed for a party, wearing gloves... Well, of course, George. Then let's suppose for one second that when she arrived in Joe's room this afternoon, it was to walk in on a body. What? Joe, I mean. Dead. No, no, stay with me. Now stay with me. While Betty was in Joe's room, she made a telephone call to her brother-in-law. No, no, no, I had a call from Joe, not from Betty. But the golf ball, Durfee, I'd had sent you learn about your golf course gag from Betty, unless you told it to Betty. And I remember you didn't get back in time to be with her this evening. And there was only one toll call to the golf course. No, all right, I told her. So what? Douglas here couldn't have been the one who killed his brother before she got there. He was out of the golf course all day. Riley, an insurance policy usually has a clause in it that says you can't collect on a suicide, at least if it happens in the first year or so. What are you driving at? You said Joe took out that policy just a couple of months ago. Yeah, you're catching the drift now, aren't you? Because your brother wasn't murdered, he committed suicide. Yeah, that's right, Joe killed himself. He left a note, didn't he? I'm a failure. And without your love, I can't go on alone. We know he was a failure. And the love he was talking about was not Cynthia's, but Betty's. Betty who was leaving him. And probably for good reason. Valentine, those things I said thousands of days. You said too much trying to hang this thing on other people. But it was the insurance all along. Because when Betty phoned you, that was the first thing you thought of. You'd collect no money. You're crazy. And so Joe's death had to be made to look like murder. You got a bright idea and explained it to Betty in the phone. And for a while, she rode along with a gag. But she wasn't standing up very well under the strain this evening. So that's when you killed her. I didn't. I didn't kill her, no. Hey, I give it. Especially since you're probably the beneficiary, you'd collect it all. So you killed her and you figured you could make it look like she killed Joe. There wasn't any practical plan for Cynthia and Claude. No stolen suicide notes. It was all planned for us. That's what this whole thing has been. A cash in on the kind of tricks he and Joe used to play. I'm a tiger. Better. And like all practical jokes, this one fell flat on its face. It was quite a frame-up. Send us wires, call us in. Send all that about Cynthia and how they wrote the suicide notes the night before. Yeah, it wasn't a bad setup, though, was it? Might have worked, Brooksy. Doug had the background to work with. Yeah, maybe he and Joe had planned to pull something like that on the Chesterton's in the past. 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