 Personal notice, dangerous 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. Say, you all set for another visit with Valentine? I hope so. Because as always, we have what I think is a real peachy little bit of mayhem in store for you. It's a little thing called sucker stunt, which will give you a rough idea as what is about to take place. In case you want the gaps filled in, why don't you forget about me and watch how George handles the situation on Let George Do It. Dear Mr. Valentine, I'll be back around 10.30 and then we'll get the guy. What? Go on. Well, that's all it says, George. Just a note shoved under the door. I found it when I opened up. Dear Mr. Valentine, I'll be back around 10.30 and then we'll get the guy. There's no time or signature. Hello. What's the matter? You waited for me, didn't you? Oh, I'm Tim McGean. Is that supposed to mean something? Well, sure. I'm the guy who... Yeah, I know. I know. You wrote this note. But you didn't sign it. I what? What are you like? I'm so wound up. I don't know what I'm doing. George, Tim McGean, that's my name. Sit down. You look worn out. Been up all night. Working. Here, let me unload. I'm a photographer, see? Yeah, so I noticed. Work up the north side of town. You know, weekly newspaper, that kind of stuff. I'm doing all right, see? I could support her myself. That's what gets me. That's what I don't understand. Her? I thought it was a guy you were out to get. Oh, sure. His name is Florio. I think you'd better start at the beginning. What happened? Did somebody steal your girl? Huh? Oh, no, no, no. It's my kid's sister, see? She's only 18, lives with an aunt, but I feel sort of responsible. But you know how girls at age are. She won't listen to anything. She mixed up with this guy? I'm afraid you'll marry him. This address is down here. What's wrong with him? Why do you need me? Look, Mr. Valentine, I'm just an ordinary dull jerk. My sister won't listen to me. But I want you to see this guy. All this romantic European stuff. There's something fishy with him. Look, I still don't get it. What's fishy about him? Look, he's never told her what his business is. And he won't tell her. He's a good 20 years older than her. I phoned him once, you know, trying to meet him, have a beer or something. But you know what he said? It was none of my business. Had to stay away from him or I'd get a nosebleed. Nice guy. Okay, Tim, you've got his address. Let's go take a look at Florio's nose. Just for size. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a minute. Now back to George Valentine and Let George Do It. Are you married? I used to be, but she wasn't much. There's no good. We're sort of separated. Maybe that's it. I've been a suck on myself. You said 412, didn't you? Florio's, we buy and sell. Looks more like a bookie joint. Jewelry, leather goods, exchange, musical instruments. I must be him right there in the window then. Dark boy with a light teeth. Busy as a beaver. Okay, I'll go inside and take a look. Now, but what are you going to say? You'll spoil everything if you're telling me. Don't worry, don't worry. I'll think of something. Look, if you can strike up a conversation, make them spend a little time, maybe you can... Wait a minute here. Can you take this? Huh? Sell it to him. Your camera? No scratches. Anyway, I got another. I'll get him wholesale. Well, from the looks of the place, you'll probably get clipped. That's what I mean. It'd be worth the price. He didn't have that much, Anna. Here. Ask 175. That's what it was wholesale. Go ahead. Well, it's another sucker stunt, but okay. I'll wait for you. Oh. You, Florio, you're the boss. Also the cook and bottle washer. You have business? Uh, yeah. Of course, Mr. Valentine. It's a pleasure. Oh, you know me? Oh, yes. I have been in this neighborhood 15 years. What is it? The camera? Yeah. Sell or loan? Well, see what it's worth. Don't think I've ever stopped in your shop here before. Pretty good business? Pretty good taxes. How is your business, Mr. Valentine? You must get a great many strange cases. Oh, I do. Well, a Jefferson mini, eh? Two or nine lengths. Yeah. What a condition. Practically new. Oh, it seems a shame to sell. Uh, do you have a little time? Why? Oh, not about the camera. I just thought you might have lunch. You see, if you wouldn't mind, my wife is a great admirer of yours. Your wife, Florio? My boss. My bed is three quarters. Not beautiful, but then so am I. Oh, Florio, let me see that camera a second. It's scratchous. I didn't even notice. No, neither did I. Nice compact camera, though. Fits in my pocket without it's even being noticed. Yes, why sell it? But if you wish, I give you a loan. But this is not important. It is lunch with me and my wife and children. I'd love to, Florio, but some other time, okay? Uh-huh. Right now, I gotta straighten out a sucker. But what did he say? Here's the money. Twenty-five bucks. Twenty-five? Not enough? Oh, sure, but... All right, come on back to the office. I want you to sign a receipt. What, Mr. Valentine? I got work to do today. Look, if a guy's crooked, you want him nailed legally. Well, come on, come on, let's get going. Mr. Valentine, what is this? You've been driving almost three hours now. Mr. Valentine doesn't like to talk while he drives. But even when you went back up to the office, you didn't explain to me. I had some phone calls to make, that's all. I think he telephoned your sister, Tim. Oh, is that nice, Angel? Hmm? He knows he hasn't got a sister. No, Lord. Just like he knows that the first time he saw Floreo was probably when he walked by the shop this morning. Took a look at Floreo so he could scribe to me. Look, I don't understand you at all, I don't know. Okay. If I'd known that you weren't going to believe anything I said I'd have gone someplace else, Holy smoke, look at the time. I got work to do. What do you think you're taking me, anyway? My wife will be worried if I don't phone her. Oh, I thought you said you were separated from your wife, that she was no good. Well, well, yeah. Talk to your phone her if she doesn't have a number. What? I checked that while George was talking to the police. To the... Well, sure, sure. I really got a wife, but she don't live in a city. We don't even speak. What is this, Apple Junction? Don't you know? No, no. Never been out this way before. Oh. May I read him the early morning newspaper, George? It's just a little item, not very important. Mr. Ben Roberts, a salesman for the fruit growers equipment company, said that he picked up the hitchhiker about 100 miles north of Apple Junction, shortly after midnight, and that the man held him up and left him after traveling south only a few miles. The man was described as ordinary in appearance about 35 years old, about 5 feet 9 inches in height, wearing overcoat and hat. Well, I guess that could be almost anybody, couldn't it? Hmm. Taken from Mr. Roberts was $112 in cash, including a $50 bill, a good luck Canadian dollar, and a brand new camera, Jefferson Miniature with an F29 lens. Hey, that's a coincidence. Yeah, isn't it? Doesn't say anything about scratches, does it, Angel? Where the camera serial number should have been? No, George. I'll listen both of you. Oh, damn it's as old as the hills that gag. You want to fence a stolen item, but you see a newspaper story about it, so you want to be careful. You get somebody like me, who's known in the neighborhood to make the sale for you. After I'd handed you the money, I'd have made up another bright story and disappeared. That's not true. I didn't say it was. I haven't accused you of anything. But, brother, you used the word sucker a little too loosely. Oh, I know I stick my neck out, putting an ad like mine in the paper, and all two of them, often bright boys like you, try to take advantage of it. George, turn right. There's the sheriff's office. No, let me out. Please, let me out. I'll explain everything. For once, Buster, I'm going to make a sucker out of the guy who tried to make me a sucker. No, please. Please keep going. I didn't do it. I never even been this town before, honest. Well, well, look who's here. That ain't Tim again. Been away? Oh, no. Okay, sucker. Now I start enjoying myself. Well, Tim here has never really been in a trouble before, Mr. Valentine, but he sure fits the description. Well, I'll say he does. I'll be quiet, will you? What are you doing here anyway, Ames? He's a hired hand out of my wife's place, Mr. Valentine. Nobody believes him. I sent for him just a few minutes ago. Well, day off, I guess I can do anything I want, can't I? Ben. Oh, Ben. All right here, Sheriff, just at buying the calendars in your office, bearing the ones in the barbershop. Oh, excuse me, lady. Ben Roberts. Mr. Brooks. Mr. Valentine. Roberts, the one who was robbed at midnight last night. First time in 17 years on this road. Let me tell you, Mack, I've picked up hitchhikers all my life, and not a single one of them has ever held me up. Excuse me. Is this the guy, Ben? Of course not. Of course I'm not. Is he? Well, it was night. I don't want to just come right out. Here's the camera. He scratched off the serial number. He hasn't been searched yet for the money, but... I'll do it right now. Let go of me. Get your hands off. Here's his wallet. It's your pen, ain't it, Ben? Me? Sure, with a trick flashlight. You shot it to me once, remember? Yeah. Look, I found it, I tell you. I found it someplace yesterday. I don't know... Oh, stop trying so hard, Tim. Here's a $50 bill on the wallet. You don't see them very often. George, look, a Canadian dollar. Oh, cut it out. I don't have to see all that stuff. You don't have to be a nice guy, Mr. Roberts. Yeah. Who's kidding? Who? I recognize him. Sorry, sucker. Okay, sure. That's it. So long, Tim. I'll get even with you, Valentine. Hold on a minute, Valentine. Hmm. You're not leaving. While you were out driving with this bird, I got another case. What do you mean? Well, apparently some time around midnight last night, about 50 miles south of here. That's where Tim McGinn's wife lived. Well, that's when the doctor says she was murdered. What's that? What'd you say? My wife? Oh, no, she can't be. And at the same time, Tim was committing a robbery 100 miles north of town. That's what I mean, Valentine. I really need your help. Tim's the only good suspect. But since you proved he couldn't do it, I mean, well, now you've given him a perfect alibi. Okay, okay, Sheriff. Don't rub it in. And all I wanted was to keep him being played for a sucker. Oh, brother. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a minute. Back to George Valentine. If your name is George Valentine, you don't enjoy being played for a sucker. So when Tim McGinn comes into your office with a weak-need story, you waste no time in turning the tables on him. You take him out to Apple Junction where you prove that he committed the hitchhike robbery of a salesman north of town. Oh, no, you're no sucker. Not much. Because now you find that at exactly the same time Tim's wife was being murdered south of town. Ben, you could have made a mistake, couldn't you? Well, I might have, George. That's your name, isn't it, George? We had a sales manager once who was named... You know, I mean, when you identified that guy, he's strictly a medium-sized, medium-everything character. You're going to say that again? Well, you hesitated. Yeah, I remember you hesitated. That's right, George. So I did. The man hates to point a finger at another man and say, put him in jail. Yeah, I know how you feel. But maybe you were wrong. Well, now, man's a fool if he don't say he's wrong once in a while. At least that's what the milkman said to the prize-fighter's wife. Yeah, uh-huh. Well, it was late at night. Maybe you were out with some of the boys earlier. Don't remember too well. Tell you a funny thing about me, George. I like a good time as well as an ex-fellow. But not when I'm working. See that? You don't get salad-gold watches in my outlet for just flirting with waitresses. No, sir. Last night, I might have been tired, but I was wide awake and alert. Anyway, how do you explain all that stuff of mine? He had it to me. Okay, man. Okay, skip it. His wife was quite a dish, I understand. Search me. But you owned an orchard, the sheriff says. Yeah, that's what bothers me most. Tim McGeehan's the only one to benefit from her death. And he's got a perfect alibi. Don't take it so hard, Valentine. We haven't even got a fingerprint crew from the city aren't there yet? Apparently, it wasn't just a cold-blooded murder. No, no. She was strangled and slugged over the head. Crime of passion. It's all it could be where a woman like Doris McGeehan was concerned. So if it wasn't done for a money motive, then I don't see why you think it had to be Tim McGeehan. Angel, I'm going to throw a curve back at that guy. If it's the last thing I do. Come on, let's go see where it happened. Okay. Hey, you, Ames. Yeah? Come on with us. Ames? Yeah, McGeehan's hired Han. He can show us around. Nice orchard. Not a bad looking little place. Yeah, careful of the loose board there. Hey, get off the porch. Who is it? Hello, Joe. My deputy. Mr. Valentine, Mr. Brooks. Oh, come in, folks. You weren't here yesterday, Mr. Ames. Oh, no, ma'am, not me. Day off. Always go fishing on my day off. Spend the night in the hills. Yeah, Mr. Valentine, here's where the body was. Oh. Who found it? Joe here. Come out to ask a couple questions about Tim after you phoned saying you had him. Wow. It certainly was a fight here, wasn't it? You'll see. Table knocked over and rug kicked up. Yeah, and the front door was open just the way it is now. George, where are you going? Back door. Through here, isn't it? That's right, Mr. Valentine. Hey, what are you doing? I want to shut the front door, that's all. The latch was on this one too, wasn't it? What are you driving at? Oh, simple type crime, Sheriff. Ames, where did you say you were last night? Well, up in the hills, I told you. Sure, I know, but where are the fish you caught? Well, I only got one, I had it. Now look here. You noticed the two glasses there on the table, Sheriff? Yeah. You say Mrs. McGeehan had no particular friends or anybody? Well, there's a couple of fellas, but it only took about two seconds to cross them off fast. One was up in San Francisco, the other was at the party. Don't mind. I think I know how to wrap this crime up for you fast. And I'll enjoy doing it too. George, what are you talking about? We're not far from the highway, Valentine. Almost any trench in her bum could have wanted over there. All right, look at the evidence, Sheriff. Mrs. McGeehan was alone, right? Then someone came, a man. But he couldn't have just broken in because both doors were locked. Well, that's true, but then... If he'd been a stranger, there's a telephone. She got a call for help. Besides, whoever it was, she gave him a drink. Well, you got to break Tim McGeehan's alibi. He hated her, I tell you. They fought lots of times, I've seen them. Ames, I know it'd be nice if we could hang it onto him. But we can't. So who's left but you? Well, now wait a minute, Sheriff. He paid no attention to her. Only worked here. I told you it was a simple crime. Just because you know him, stopped shutting your eyes to the obvious. Well, let go of me. I didn't do it. Ames, Ames, come back here. I didn't. I'm not going to get railrobed in. Look out, George. What are you doing? Bust it. Holy smoke. He's such a nice guy. All right, you got your murderer, Sheriff. Lock him up. Valentine, I know you're sore at me. All right, if I use your one chair, Tim. Oh, sure. Sure. Tim, now listen to me. I was sore at you, sure. That camera deal you played me for a sucker. Well, I never pulled a robbery before. For a while I thought maybe you'd suck at me into helping you with a gratuitous alibi. Mr. Valentine. All right, forget it. Relax, would you? Sheriff will be here in a minute. He's got Ames all right. What? Yeah. So I thought I'd better be a nice guy and warn you what the penalty is for armed holdup. Robbing a man of several hundred bucks worth of stuff. But what did you say about Ames? You'd better worry about yourself for a change, Tim. What? Of course, first offense could be heavy. You might be out in a couple of years, but... Look, what are you driving at? I know what a dumb thing I did. Oh, no, no. Maybe it was smart. This man, Ben Roberts, got held up last night up north and reported it as soon as he got into town. The early morning papers printed the story. Well, that was quite a break. Good piece of luck. Piece of what? Look, you're getting me all next up. You didn't come to see me until after the banks had opened. Ten-thirty, remember? So you'd have had a chance to go get some money. Pick up a Canadian dollar and a new camera. After all, the newspaper told you what kind of buy. Oh, that's not true. I don't know what you're talking about. Then what's that you said about Ames being... Let go of me, will ya? Let go of me! Cut it out, Ames. Get in there. Sheriff, listen. Get me a lawyer. I was not gonna do you any good. Get me a lawyer. Well, I'll leave. So that's it. He did it. Ames did it. He killed Doris. Now, you see what I mean about thinking of yourself? The penalty for robbery, Tim, could easily be five years. You sent for me, George? Oh, yeah, Ben. Stick around. You too, Sheriff. I can't get over it. Ames... He never even noticed Doris just a hired hand. I ran. I didn't even think of looking for him. What did you say? I mean... Five years, Tim. So how about it? I understand what kind of a spot you were in. The only big suspect for her death. She played around and you hated her, even if you didn't live there anymore. Mr. Valentine, I don't know what... I gave you a start a minute ago, huh? You read about Ben's robbery in the newspaper. You knew nobody had ever believed you unless you had a foolproof alibi. You figured it was better to take a lesser rap in order to make sure of dodging the gas chamber. Hey, hey, what's all this, George? Oh, well, you gave me the idea, Ben. You wouldn't have described the hitchhiker in such general terms unless you really hadn't got too good a look at him. But he had my camera. He was running. He was in the city. There was a list of what was stolen in the newspaper. He realized he'd fit the vague description. So he went around and bought the stuff, filed a serial number off the camera so you couldn't check it. And also so I'd be sure to see through his story and nail him. In fact, he hired me to nail him. Holy smoke! Oh, Sheriff, ask the other guy to step in here. Sure. Yo, come in here. That's all right. Just stand there in the door. Uh-huh. He was oversized, about 35, wearing hat and overcoat. What about it, Ben? Well, I mean, could that guy be the one who held me up? Oh, gosh, I don't know. Who is he? Cop. I'd dressed up. Okay, thanks, Joe. You don't that beat all? You know, I'll grant you, it is pretty hard to identify a man. Never mind, never mind. I'll tell the truth. Well, now you're getting smart, Tim. Only what happened that made you so sure you had to pull all this? Yes, what did you mean a second ago when you said you ran? You didn't even think of looking for aims. Well, I was there after it happened. All right, go on. They'll need your testimony. Well, I went down to see Doris last night. I was good and sore. She'd been playing around with guys on the QT. Even if we are separated, it doesn't mean that you can... Well, anyway, my fingerprints are probably all over the house. When I got there, the door was open. She was lying there dead. I ran, hopped a truck to the city, but I had to make up something, didn't I? And a robbery north of town was the golden opportunity, sure. Brooks, will you get all that time? I've got it all, George. What? Sure as that does it. You can turn aims loose now. I've broken the suckers, alibi. What are you doing? Oh, no! George! Cut it out, cut it out! All right, now take it easy. I didn't say you killed your wife, did I? Well, what's the matter? There's a fair chance he didn't. He just took advantage of a lucky break, that's all, the hold-up. What are you driving at, Valentine? Hasn't it occurred to any of you that the hold-up itself might be phony? What's all this? Yeah, that Ben here is just about the type guy who might have been mixed up with Doris McGee on the QT, the big traveling salesman. Oh, George, you're crazy! That last night he could have come into town from the south instead of the north after throwing away his camera and money and a Canadian dollar. Oh, Buster, it sure must have scared you today when the robber showed up, and of all people, her husband. You're gonna let him talk like that, Sheriff? I never even met this Doris! When we searched you today, Tim, you had Ben's fountain pen, the one with the trick flashlight, remember? What if he took it off me last night when he held me up? I mean... Careful, Ben, careful. Don't get tangled up now. If anybody had stolen it from you, they'd have taken it out of your pocket, right? And if so, why didn't they take that solid gold watch that you're so proud of? George, that's right. Hey. Of course, Tim claimed he'd found the pen someplace. Sure, that's the point. So it couldn't have been stolen anyway, huh? Wait a minute. Let me think. Never occurred to me. Found it yesterday, you said, Tim. Come on, now I remember. Sometime yesterday, a last night. Don't listen to him. How would he know? I'm trying to remember, shut up. Where'd you find it? Where, Tim? Some place around your wife's farm, maybe? Last night, maybe? Wait... Wait, I got it. Yeah... Yeah, sure, the pen. I picked it up. Sure. I know where. Sure. Mr. Roberts... No! Lock up! Get out of my way! I'll kill you! Drive and share! That doesn't do... George. George, I know Ben Roberts is the murderer, but the only trouble is... look at Tim McGeen's face. Like the cat that ate the mouse. Of course he did make a sucker out of you. Brooksy, stick around. In about two seconds, I'll settle once and for all who's the sucker in this case. You are listening to Let George Do It. You will hear the conclusion of our adventure in just a minute. Mr. Valentine, he confessed, so what's the difference? Ah, tell me now. Where did you find his pen, Tim? Well, you don't need it as evidence. I'll remember eventually, but last night I was so scared and upset... That you don't remember it all? Well, it must have been around a farm someplace. You just pretended you knew, so that he... Well, it did the trick. Boy, that guy's a real sucker. You're pretty good at taking people in, too. Well... But it's so stupid. If you'd come to George in the first place and told him the truth instead of going out to buy that camera and pretending... Robert's phony old love story might never have been broken. Ah, he's right, Angel. The way it worked out. So now I'm all clear. I'll pick up my $50 bill and camera from the sheriff and walk out. I gamble my whole savings and maybe five years in prison, and now I'm free and don't even cost me a cent. Hmm. Whole savings account, huh? Well, here, look at this. Camera's worth over $200 retail, isn't it? Well, sure. I can get at least... Wait a minute. Oh, give me that. Oh, no. Here's the receipt you signed. I bought that camera for $25. Get the picture? So long, sucker. You have just heard, sucker stunt. Another Let George Do It adventure. Robert Bailey has starred as George Valentine with Virginia Greg as Bruxy. David Victor and Jackson Gillis wrote the story with music by Eddie Dunstetter. Now, this is yours truly inviting you to another visit with Valentine when you will again hear what happens when you Let George Do It.