 Personal notice, danger's my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Write full details. Standard Oil Company of California, on behalf of independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the west, invites you to let George do it. Mix up in La Cruisa, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, the little town of La Cruisa is located on the coast of Mexico. First airplane stop to your south. In the spring before the heat sets in, it's lovely, lovely. I know you'll enjoy it. I have the week I've been here. Your plane tickets are enclosed, and of course, there's only the one or 10th. Quite adequate, with better than average menu. Your assignment will be quite simple, Mr. Valentine. Theft. Just ordinary theft. A small object of great value, worth perhaps $100,000. I know you'll have no trouble stealing it whatsoever and getting away with it. Any violence that you find necessary will be that much to the good, even though the person you'll steal from will, quite naturally, be me. Of course, I'll write you a note sometime after your arrival tomorrow to cover your more specific instructions. I suggest that your assistant travel more or less incognito. As a divorcee, perhaps, since divorce is a rather popular business here in La Cruisa. And as for you, Mr. Valentine, I have complete confidence in your ability to steal from me and in your ability to behave in a most criminal manner. Yours, most sincerely, Pascal van Teifel. Of the paper doll-cutting van Teifels, I suppose. No, George, it's R-D-G-D-A. Royal Dutch Gem Dealers Association and member of the International Diamond Dealers Institution. Oh, you mean it's me that's supposed to be crazy. Member of the Fall Guy and International Suckers Institute. Darling, I've heard that La Cruisa is a very beautiful place, quite small, but with big swimming pools and tropical ponds. Share the letter up, Brooks, you tear it up, throw it away. It does make you kind of curious what he means, why he'd want you to steal from him. Angel, look, it's either a confidence game or a sucker case. If that guy thinks I'm nutty enough to... Yes, George? Swimming pool, huh? Tropical ponds, huh? Brooksy, let's take a look at those tickets to La Cruisa. George, and she means you. Come on, come on, I want to get over that desk and register. Oh, welcome to La Cruisa. Welcome, welcome. I know it's a man, I just know it is. I can remember so well. Hi, lady. Here, I have a sip. You don't want a little lipstick on a glass? Oh, look, I'm sorry. Oh, a champagne, not to kill her. Here, it's nice lipstick. I said no thanks, I'm sorry. Look, sister, would you please? Oh, listen, sister. Oh, it sounds wonderful. She here, her mother. What? Oh, honey, I didn't mean it. I just, well, I was afraid to ask. Your wife? Neither one, darling. He's George Valentine, and I'm Mrs. Brooks. I'm down here for my third divorce. Oh, an amateur. Well, I was going to say, I just met him on the plane. Well, you can have him back sometime when it rains. But in the meantime, I'm staging a little party and he's exactly what I need to... Oh, wait, for the last time. Bidiria, that's my name, Bidiria. Well, get yourself unwound. Well, you're spilling that drink. And look, you're getting your necklace in it. Oh, but it's a farewell party. Just me and Champagne and now you. To say goodbye to my diamond necklace. You mean every one of those things is real? Sure, honey, all diamonds. See? $100,000 worth. Isn't it absolutely revolting? Now, isn't this better? Just the two of us? Uh-huh. And the diamonds. Aren't you afraid to wear them, Bidiria? Oh, the necklace has been in the hotel faith most of the time. Besides, all these people are harmless. Particularly the men don't it. Now, hold your glass, Daddy. Oh, now, why don't we skip the Champagne? You don't need any more. No more Champagne? Oh, Mr. Valentine, you drink it out of my slipper, if I say so. Do you have any idea where I've been for the past year? In a lowest Lobovian sort of a country in Europe you never even heard of? Me, Bidiria. From Brooklyn. I beg your pardon, the Bronx. Oh, sure, sure. Okay, ladies, so you've been traveling. A whole year without even seeing a used car dealer or an item like you. What were you doing over there, wherever it was? Being married, naturally. To a Slobovian. Gosh, how do you think I got these glass eggs? Illegitimate? So that's it. Present from your last husband. It's my settlement. And it's weighing you down. I stopped here to get my divorce on the way home and raise a little cash. Gonna sell a diamond, sir. The farewell party? Mr. Valentine, do you know where they can sell this thing best? Way down in South America where the beef grows. Can't you just imagine some full of the pan that's putting these gorgeous things around the neck of a cow? May I be of any assistance here? Perhaps I may. Oh, no, I'm quite all right. Thank you. We have an engagement, you know, my dear, at the bank in town. Oh, yes, I'll be there. Don't worry. I only thought this gentleman here, the stranger. Oh, no, he's not. He's George Valentine. And this is Mr. Pascal Vantifall. Well, Vantifall. At your service, sir, but Valentine, isn't that strange? I don't believe I've ever heard the name. You what? And yet your face is so familiar somehow. You've ever been in Madagascar? Well, it's of no consequence. Hey, wait a minute, friend. What's your idea, Vantifall? I'm really a very busy man, sir. Sure, Buster, but don't you... And you can't tell me I haven't seen your face before in quite different circumstances. Now, good day to you, sir. What's the matter, Mr. Valentine? But in you, who is that guy? Mr. Vantifall? Well, he's the dealer. He's the man who's going to take my necklace down to South American salad for me. Uh-huh. He's gonna take it, is he? Well, yes. I'm gonna meet him at the bank and sign it over to him. His plane leaves tonight. Tonight? Excuse me, sister, but I got work to do. Oh, no, no. Stay here. Stay here. Oh, well, yeah. Look, nobody's gonna touch that as long as you're wearing it. Oh, I didn't mean that. I meant you. I mean... Oh, well, you did. Do it again. Sure. Close your eyes. I'm the countess. Third time removed. Did you ever kiss a countess before, Mr. Valentine? Mr. Valentine? Well, now, wouldn't that fry your griddle? Oh, Mr. Valentine. Mr. Valentine. I don't believe that you've registered yet. Oh, yes, he has. Has he? Oh, hello there, Mrs. Brooks. What did you say? A piece of clean air? Huh? To wipe off the lipstick? Mr. Valentine? Oh, sure. I didn't... Say, I was looking for someone, a big, heavy-set man. He just stepped out of the bar a moment ago. My name is Hill. I'm the manager of this hotel. Oh, I'm glad I met you. About this man, his name is Mantyfo. I'd like the number of his room, and I want to send a telegram, too. Can you tell me where I could do that? Of course. It's in town, the telegraph office on the plaza. Since you'll be going through there, anyway... Since I'll be... Hey, what's this all about? You look like you just swallowed a fish, Mr. Hill. He's been asking me a lot of questions about you, Mr. Valentine. He says other people are asking questions about you, too. About me? Look, Buster, I haven't got any friends in La Cruce. I'm quite sure you haven't, Mr. Valentine. But, uh, would you be willing to identify yourself more fully? Would you be willing to state your exact business here? Sure. Minding my own. Now, Buster, what in the name of having a... Mr. Valentine, I regret this, but I must inform you that there is no longer a reservation here for you. What? There's no space in our hotel for a person of your sort. And don't you dare raise your hand if you don't leave this instant. Boy, Frant! Goodbye, Mr. Valentine. Frant! Who'd you send the wire to, George? Big jeweler friend of mine in Mexico City, Angel, found the name of Melio. Want to find out how genuine this joke of antifreeze is, in fact. George, I don't understand this whole... You and me both, Boxy. Come on, let's go over to the bank. Adige's gonna transfer her necklace to the guy. Ah, Senor Valentina, a thousand pardons. Hey, what's this? What's this? I'm a lieutenant from the police. Wait a minute, the police. There's nothing to worry about for you, Senora, but for a man like Mr. Valentina, the national reputation as a jewel thief. That is the color of a different horse, not sure. I'm sure. So that's what the fisher at the hotel was talking about. Now look, Buster, I don't know who starts the romance. Senor, please, no resistance. But of course, the police would not act without more information. However, Senor Valentina, I beg to announce your under arrest for the crime that you were seen molesting a woman in a bar. But they said you were the one I should see, Lieutenant, and I've already showed them the wires from police in the United States. I mean, look. You know who Mr. Valentina is, and now you're sure of what's really going on. Hey, let me out of this place. We'll tear it down. I'll burn it up. Will you guys let me out of here? Yes, sir! Yes, yes, of course we are releasing you, Senor Valentina. It was quite easy to verify who you really are. Only about this other matter this molesting woman... More report of that, Lieutenant. Who preferred those charges? That's the legal reason why you're being released. We don't know. We can't find out who it was. They never showed up. Radle number 57. Okay, Lieutenant. By the way, your assistant does not speak very good Spanish, but well, I rather got the idea she thinks you did do a bit of molesting here or there. This is it, Room 17. It wasn't easy to find out, George, that manager, that Mr. Hill watches everybody like a hawk. Yeah. Mr. Van Tyvo? I found out about the bank, too. Bidelia gave Mr. Van Tyvo the diamonds, and they signed some papers, and that's about all I get. Mr. Van Tyvo? Oh, wait till I get my hands on this guy. Mr. Van Tyvo! Mr. Van? Yes, who is? It's right here, Valentine. Oh, you're going to admit you know me this time. Of course, only shut the door. Here we are. I'll look, my friends, start rolling up your sleeves. Ever since I got that crazy leather of yours, I've been working in a three-ranked squirrel cage from now on, Bustel. Oh, Valentine, please, I know it was a strange assignment, but I ask you to steal from me, but please, sit down. I don't feel so well myself, you know, after all you hit me pretty hard. I what? Oh, yes, yes, I was only just waking up from it, I suppose, when I heard you're knocking there. George. Oh, now don't apologize. After all you had to take the diamonds away from me. My congratulations, Mr. Valentine. You stole them masterfully. 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And now back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. You go to the little town of La Cruisa in Mexico because a man named Pascal van Tijfel wants you to steal something from him. A diamond necklace. Well, even if you're as curious and stubborn as George Valentine, you're beginning to think you shouldn't have gone. So far, you've been accused by the hotel of being an international jewel fee, and the police have thrown you in jail because someone reported seeing your molester woman in a bar. Now to top it off, Mr. van Tijfel congratulates you. He says you've done a masterful job of already stealing the $100,000 necklace. Puster, I did not knock you on the head with a sharp instrument, and I definitely did not take the necklace. But further, you got my note, my instructions. I left them in your... What note? What note? But Rome, he doesn't even have a room, Mr. van Tijfel. That Mr. Hill canceled his reservations, threw him out of the hotel. Oh, it's all my fault. I started the rumors about you naturally. Oh, naturally. Well, I merely wanted people to start thinking of you as a thief. Thanks for the friendly build-up, Chum. Anyway, if there was any method in your man, it would work too well. And so someone else, anyone, must have found that note. Maybe it was the same person who got you out of the way, George. Who got you put in jail for making passes at the Countess. Van Tijfel, suppose you start at the beginning. Well, I suppose first I should take a look over here. What's that, a toolbar? Oh, yes, yes, indeed. There we are. Of course. But there's the necklace. George, look at it. No, no, my dear, I was robbed. The necklace was in a little leather bag in my pocket. There, you see? It's gone. What? This one in the box, my dear, is nothing but paste. That's paste. Oh, that does it. So now we got two necklace. Mr. Valentine, when I agreed to take the necklace to South America for sale, I was worried. There were too many people around who seemed to be watching me, watching her. I've been in these things before. I'm a bit of a psychologist. Oh, sure, sure. I can hear Freud turning over in his grave. Well, it's much, much too expensive, you know, to insure a necklace so valuable during the time I would have it as a dealer. So to protect myself, I had this paste imitation made. Very good, too, isn't it? And I assure you there's not a soul here in La Cruz, sir, who could possibly tell the difference. Ah, no. No, I couldn't. Come on, come on. Well, that's where you would have fit in, you see, to take the hounds off the trail of the fox. To endure the little false reputation, I rumored about you, and then steeled the paste diamonds here and then be caught. Yes, and everyone would have believed that you had stolen the real ones. I would have been safely on my way to South America with the real necklace, and no one following me, the hounds, would have been left barking at you. Hmm. No, it wasn't a bad plan. It just didn't work. Somebody else got my instructions and followed through. Only they took the real diamonds instead of the paste. Oh, Mr. Valentine, please. You're going to help me, aren't you? I don't know. He certainly is not. You got yourself into this mess? Oh, but my plane leaves in only a few hours. I have appointments with buyers in South America, $100,000. I signed a note for that amount. Where would I get it? You'll think of something. You're a psychologist, remember? Why don't I fix you a little bit? The bright boy here hired me for my criminal manner, didn't he? What? Oh, thank you, Mr. Valentine. You will help me, huh? You will. Oh, sure, sure. He hired me to steal from him. So bust your hand it over. The box with the necklace, the diamonds, the paste. Come on, give me. Oh, now, see here. And when you're getting robbed, you don't talk back. George! George, what's the matter with you? He looks like he'll sleep for a couple of hours, but step on it. Now that I've done it, I don't want to get caught. George, you've gone crazy. No, it's just my turn to play a man of mystery for a change. What? Keep your eye on the little ball, Bruxy. See if you can tell what I'm doing. Come on, Bruxy. Read me that wire. All right, George. George Valentine La Cruza. Regarding Pascal van Tijfel, he may be a little sharp at times, but van Tijfel is definitely a legitimate gem dealer. Internationally, yours, Don Emilio. Jeweler, Mexico City. So the client's okay? Uh-huh. Well, we'd know where we stand a lot better if your friend in Mexico City had said he wasn't okay. Oh, Angel, stop worrying. Come on, join the party. Party? Sure, party for me. Didn't you know? I'm going to fly to South America in a couple of hours with van Tijfel. Yes, that's it, Pablo. Drink up, Luton. No, no, please. I'm a duty, you know. I only came out because you telephoned. Ask me to bring the expert here. Well, there's one for him, too. But I tell you, Luton, and I am wasting my time. What was it you wanted, senior Valentin? An appraisal. That's all an appraisal. If I'm going to fly south with van Tijfel carrying these things, I've got to have something official to wave at the customs people on the way. Well, all the handsome men. I'd be countess. I suggest you all step in to send your hills off. Why? If the expert's in a hurry, let's get it over with. Hey, our expert, what do you think? Mind him. Hey, hey, keep it down a little. What do you think? In my life, I assure you, I have not ever seen such beautiful, such perfect diamonds. Appraisal? About $100,000. George, which are those things real or phony? You heard the expert, Angel. These are worth a fortune. But they're the same ones you stole. Yet, if van Tijfel is supposed to be honest, and he told us they were paid... Well, I can't tell the difference, can you? That's what I mean. Okay, then, why worry? I told you to trust Junior. Trust Junior. You wouldn't even let the lieutenant give you a man to guard the things and to... George, where are you going? Out through the patio to room 17. For a little conference with my fellow criminal. When I get a feeling I'll never get that swimming. La Cucaracha, la Cucaracha. I think he's all right now, Mr. Rost. George. George, can you hear me? Where's van Tijfel? We just found you, George. I waited almost an hour. What's this, blood? Sharp instrument. Cut the back of your head a bit. Yeah, wait a minute. White dust. In case you're wondering, you... don't have any diamonds anymore. No diamonds, huh? No. Come on, we gotta step on it. Van Tijfel's room. Empty, Mr. Valentino. He's gone. Well, he can't have been gone long. No diamonds in here. No leather bag, no jewel box. Of course not. I've been asleep. But I'm awake now. Come on, let's find him. Yes, I put Mr. Van Tijfel in a taxi for the airport a half hour ago. He's aboard his plane by now. Wouldn't you know? Now, where's the master plan? Now, where are the diamonds? Well, it's pretty obvious, isn't it, Angel? Van Tijfel's got them. Well, of course he did. He wouldn't have left here otherwise. Would he count us? Well, see here. If you think we should chase after Mr. Van Tijfel, Mr. Hill, why? Van Tijfel's a legitimate businessman. Now, George, listen to me. No, listen to me, all of you. Oh, I know you all paid too much attention to that expert I got the lieutenant here to bring. He was very convincing, I thought. You mean he wasn't an expert? Of course not. Now, I'll... I'll grant you it didn't work out exactly the way I thought it would. But I guess the diamond showed up again in Van Tijfel's room, so he just pecked them up and pulled out. Mr. Valentine. What I didn't expect was to get kicked over the head like that. I thought the switch might come easier. But, uh, I guess that kicks you right in the face, doesn't it, Petitie? What in the name of... White dust, powder, and a sharp instrument on the back of the head. It's a nasty weapon, isn't it? And Van Tijfel got exactly the same treatment. Stop that! I want to take a look at the heels of one of those white suede shoes you tried to get me to drink champagne out of. I might have known it was you when you got so nervous in the bar tonight when Van Tijfel didn't show up. Were you scared you'd hit him too hard? You mean in my hotel? Have you taken any of it? That's her moral. Them high diamonds, aren't they? Yeah, yeah. And you just couldn't stand to kiss him goodbye. So you cooked up a bright little plan to steal from your own agent from Van Tijfel just as soon as he'd sign for it. I did not! You found out his scheme of using me to steal the diamonds before I could get on tango from jail. Sure, Arangel, sure it's that simple. Van Tijfel was left with the phonies and he told us they were phoning. What did you say? He also told us there was another person in La Cruz who could tell the two sets apart. Sure, that's it. I just stole the paced ones. The lieutenant in his stooge helped me give them a big build-up. And then Badilla here fell like a ton of bricks. I... I what? She got panicky, came after me, took the ones I had and switched them. She put the real ones, the ones she'd had in the first place, back into Van Tijfel's... No, no, I didn't! He wouldn't have left unless they were the real ones, would he? So I made you beat yourself, Countess, outsmart yourself. In some place you've hidden a piece of junk. Oh! Oh! Well, you don't have to take it that hard, Countess. Feigning is so old-fashioned for a girl from the Bronx. Who got you thrown in jail? Oh, Bruxy, look, I've already told you, the girl, of course, the girl to get me out of the way. I was just thinking. It... It was for molesting her, wasn't it? Now, how do you like that? Bruxy, I've explained to you a thousand times... 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