 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. Greetings as usual, friend. Now, before we get down to cases, I want to ask you a question. What, in your opinion, is the dirtiest trick man can play on his fellow man? Now, don't say stealing candy from a baby, because that'll send you right back to the Bush League. No, I'll tell you what I'll do. I promise you that if you listen to our Let George Do It adventure, you'll get some of the nastiest ideas on how to loss up your neighbor that you've ever heard of. Is that a deal? Okay, suppose I'll let George Valentine take it from here. Dear Mr. Valentine, first letter I ever written 17 years since the last time I filed a gold claim in Nogales. Names, Tioga Tom. Only honest man left in the West. If you ever hear of the castle I live in out by the desert, then you know what these railroad tickets are for. Come see me, but you don't know anything else, understand? Trouble you fellas, you jump on conclusions. Think nobody else is smart but you. If you think I need help, then you're crazier than the people in Cactus Junction. And I ain't spitting their direction since WPA. But I do need a might of assistance regarding the arrest of a culprit. I'm a man everybody tries to pester, on account of how rich they think I struck it. But me, I like my privacy and I aim to maintain it. P.S. The culprit I make reference to is the one who stole or made disappear or killed my dog. Only botheration is, it was my C&I dog. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now back to Let George Do It and George Valentine. Like a chicken leg, dearie, I brought a whole fryer along with some hard-boiled eggs. You know how trains are. Oops, excuse me while I just get my beliefs on the rack here. It's all right, I'll move my coat only. Guess you came all the way through from the city, huh, dearie? Claire Brooks, it says on the baggage thing. Oh my, that's a nice name. I had a border named Brooks once, but he died with his kidneys, poor darling. How you like our town Cactus Junction? It ain't much, is it? Please, excuse me, but really, this seat is dead. There we are. I guess there's no room for my hat, though. Have to jab it in across the aisle. Mind me to keep my eye on it. You never know. So now let's eat. Well, I'm awfully sorry, madam, but I'm trying to tell you that... Oh, dearie, there's plenty of chicken for both of us. Oh, but I had the most awful time ringing its neck. Oh, you should have seen me. I chased him all around the yard. Oh, no. I said will you please not sit down here? This seat is taken. Oh, George. George. Yeah, here I am, Angel. Well, if I'd known you was that tight. Oh, that's all right, ladies. Sit stills, sit stills. Look, George. Going out for a smoke. Have a nice time, Brooks. Oh, George. Isn't he sweet after all? Now, my name's Carmichael, dearie, and let me tell you about this chicken. Good. Let it go, Jake. Well, here we go, Mr. Moundrack. Last stop before Emery Switch. Emery Switch. That's where we get off. Not conductor for Tom's? Yep. Two, three-mile walker guests up the hill. Look, there's a moon tonight. Road around the back way, but of course it's his father. Uh-huh. Kind of a lonely spot for a blind man, isn't it? Yeah, a desert rat with money. Probably never let a doctor touch him in his life. Seen him out there once a couple weeks ago was fumbling along, hanging on to his dog. Doesn't like people, huh? Knows an old Oriental been with him for years, if that's what you mean. Posing, cooking, bottle washer. Which increases, Tommy, the whole fortune might have paid in his castle, they say. Eh, eh, I can't feel too sorry for him. Tioca Tom, last honest man in the woods. Heh-heh, says him. Well, you'll be the first visitor up there for a long time, I guess. Maybe you can get your hands on some of that gold underway now. Hey, save me another... Hey, wait, wait for me! Hey, stop it! Oh, conductor, there seems to be a guy out here at once. Oh, thank you, Willie. Almost somebody too late for a train. Ridiculous, those men's got no efficiency. I'm never late. Wait, will you? Come on, let's give him a hand. I'm drinking too. Can't even run straight to see. Help me, fellas, will you? Here, let me reach him. Now, now, here, I can reach him. Oh, jeez, thanks. Easy there. Couldn't even hang on to my hand. Don't know why we bother his level of form. Get out of the way, friend. Get him. Here we go, boys. Here we are. Oh, jeez. Oh, thanks. Sorry to be in trouble. I was in the bar and everybody was so nice that you couldn't get away. Okay, okay, friend. You made it all right. Oh, yeah. Well, here's your hat over here. My name's Loosefoot. Want a drink? What? Loosefoot is a name. Somebody just give it to me, I guess. I remember. Come on, come on. Have a sifter, huh? Wait a minute. I should take it too. Look, it fell off your head. Take it. Here, give me that. Yeah, well, it's sure nice of you, pal. Hey, Emory Switchetson. Yeah, didn't it? Oh, sure, sure. I'm a necktie salesman. Got a few samples for the Switchman who works there. That's all. Well, thanks again. And you, too. Where'd the other guy go? Bagging a car, I guess. Oh, well, thank him for giving me a hand. Well, yeah, yeah. I mean... Yeah, sure. Well, he didn't you notice Loosebrain? What that other guy tried to give you was a shove. I didn't shove him, Mr. Valentine. I just didn't help him much. I didn't want him on the train. What of it? Well, Mr. Flannery, I don't know. I'm just curious. Perfect, right. Perfect. His name's Loosefoot. You know him? Who doesn't? I've done business in Cactus Junction. Lawyer. Coming this time from the city, though. As far as Emory Switch, huh? You, too, maybe, huh? And why not? Loosefoot's the kind of a person who's always in the way. Son of an old partner of Tyoker Tom's who claims to be. Always claiming to have a claim on him. Oh. Why are you going? What's your claim, Mr. Flannery? Never ask a lawyer a direct question, young man. Spoken like an ambulance, Jason. Or presume on a man's guilt before it happens. Now, I haven't really seen Tom since before he lost his eyesight. Wait a minute. What do you mean guilt before it happens? What happens? What's going on tonight? You and Loosefoot. That makes three of us headed for the same place to visit a guy nobody ever visits. And all on the same night. Why? Oh. You, too, eh? Well, well, what's your angle? You need counsel say so. You don't leave me alone. Why should I say why? I'll tell you this, though. There's four. Not three. Huh? His common law wife for six months back in 1917. Or she says she was. But that's her claim. Not a bad one. You mean Tyoga Thomas. That big, overdeveloped appetite out there in the coach. Notice her eating fried chicken. A woman, Mr. Valentine, who'd ring your neck for a favor, but charged to tell you the time. The widow Carmichael. And yes, that's where I live in Cactus Junction. Just to be near the poor deer. Thirty-three years I've waited. The one true love of my life. All right. So you're going to see him, too. But would you? Four of us? Four of us? My, I think it's just friendly. That's what I think. Only even with my shoes on, it counts to five to me. Ain't that so, cousin Henry? Ah, who's cousin? Well, I guess it does, widow. Oh, George, he's some sort of a cousin of Tyoga Thomas. Mother's side it was. Never very close, but Blood's all the stickin' water the way I was raised. If you count Miss Brooks, here it's six of us, ain't it? Tyoga and I, he never liked crowds, family trade. I told them we were going up to do a magazine story on him. Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right. But the rest of you, Mrs. Carmichael, will you please? I don't hold no secrets. I'm sure you don't. I ain't afraid to speak up. Remember, Blood's stickin' strangers, too, widow. And to whom is bereavement a secret? What? Oh, but he'll be well again. I know he will. I brought along the nursing things. It's my opportunity as well as my duty. It's the telegrams, Mr. Valentine. We all got him. Even that loose foot up in the barcar where Tom's nearest bless his adorable old soul. Now, now, now, widow. The telegrams, but I don't know why he's... Don, miss, evening, miss. From Paul Singh, that keyin' up the castle. Yeah, read for yourself. Oh, thanks. Boss, very bad. Fall down, very bad. Come quick, please. Signed, Paul Singh. Boss, very bad. A blind man, and he's already had some kind of a fall. Hammer switch. Ten minutes. Stop. Hammer switch. Come on, Bruxy. I gotta get to a phone. Trap. What trap? What is it? Quite a call for the lover. Look, Paul Singh. I told you this is Mr. Valentine. I'm on my way up, but I want to find out what happened since Tom wrote me. Now, if you need a doctor or something... No, no, no, no. Boss, he said, the doctor just for horses and descending ebills. Boss dying, that's all. What? Come quick, that's all. Boss is dying. Dying. Come on, Bruxy. Let's get our stuff off the train and get up there. I don't know what's going on. But George, the day before yesterday, a blind man's dog was stolen or killed, and then he has an accident. I know. I know. A rugged character who probably kept moving around, dog or no dog. Sure, somebody's up to something. There's a bunch of people. Haven't you realized what they are? Yeah, they all got telegrams. You know what I mean. They're the only people in the world, apparently, who have any sort of claim against Ioga Tom. They're nothing but vultures. I'll go you one better, Angel. Say, ghouls. Guess you want a better guy like Tom who's never made out of will? So if he did die, they'd all want to be handy to stake out those claims, start grabbing for his gold. Yeah, they go, George. All walking out together. Yeah. About three miles up the hill, somebody said. Well, I suppose you and I just walk fast and beat him up. Let's get to Tom first. All right. Loose foot in the widow. Look, there's certainly a pair. Cousin Henry. He's as slow as they are. Characters, I tell you. There's one who's not so slow. Hey, he's not with him. Oh, Mr. Flannery? Yeah. Still in the compartment. Let's drag him along with us. I want to ask him about what he did with that seeing-eyed dog. Ask him. George, what makes you think he's... No, I'm just guessing. I'll tell you later, Angel. Hey, Flannery, let's go. George. Mr. Flannery's dead. I heard it. You're listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now back to George Valentine. Tyoga Tom, the legendary man in the castle overlooking the desert. He thought he didn't need help, but that was yesterday when all that worried him was the disappearance of his seeing-eyed dog. Once his protection was gone, something happened to Tom, an accident, and his only friend posing says that he is dying, says, come quick. The vultures, the only relatives or ones with claims against Tom, they're gathering too. But if your name is George Valentine, you can't hurry to the castle quite as quickly as you'd like, because one of the vultures is dead. Yes, Mr. Flannery has been murdered. Holy brother of Macintosh, what are we going to do? All right, take it easy, conductor. Take it easy. Some sort of a sharp weapon, George. Yeah, a little tiny wound in his throat. Yeah, but I got a train to worry about, and then people all scattered now. I had to get on the telegraph. George, you said you had a hunch Mr. Flannery was the one who did something to the dog. Why? Oh, any of these people could have got at that dog. You know, Angel, it happened yesterday. It's only 15, 20 miles from Cactus Junction out to the castle, so they could have gone back and forth. Well, what's on your mind? Mr. Flannery told you he'd come all away from the city, didn't he? Yeah, he did. Neat, sharp little guy, man with efficiency. How about that, did he? Well, I don't know. I don't remember. I'm so rattled that I can't tell. There's mud, clay on the bottom of his shoes and the instep, see it? I noticed when he crossed his leg and carefully creased his trousers. Mr. Valentine, wait till the sheriff gets here. He'd been in the city the day before. How'd mud get there? The kind of guy who'd have a shine before breakfast. Say, well, wait a minute, wait a minute. I got the stubs here, right? Yeah, he is. Flannery, compartment. But you're right. He just got on at Cactus Junction, just like the others. So then maybe I'm wrong about the dog. Oh, George, now you're confusing me even worse. Well, why was he murdered? Who murdered him? Maybe somebody else did something and he was up here snooping around and saw it. Quite an operator, you know that. That'll be his style. See something and just keep quiet. Hey Al, you see him? See a little woman, a little wobbly guy and a stiff-jointed slowpoke? I know, sure. I know. No, I didn't see him. I couldn't catch up. Already left the road, I guess. Took the trail up the hill. This road run around the backside of the castle. Sure, about five miles up there. There's a patient. Okay, stay and help the conductor. William, let me have your truck. Well, he's got to get us off on the side and then we'll wait until he gets here. All right, all right. You guys worry about the train and the body. Come on, folks. The ghouls are on foot. We can beat him. Well, you get that sheriff here fast. One murder's enough for tonight, particularly if the second one should be me. Fits the description. This door, I guess. Don't see anybody inside there. At least we're ahead of the others. Yeah. Up here, it'll take him another half hour. The murderer, if he's one of them, wouldn't stay with the others. Wouldn't he run away? Oh, maybe whatever this is all about isn't finished yet. Here we are, Angel. I guess we can walk right in. Oh, it's a kitchen. A living room in here, apparently. Yeah. Hello. Anybody here? Hey, Tom, where are you? The place is so empty, but it's clean. That must be his room. Maybe he's asleep. A man dying, but his bed's empty. He's gone. Yeah, yeah, he's gone. Huh? What? Oh, Mr. Valentine. Hello? Hello, Miss. You're posing, but where's your... Tom gone. He is gone. Now, look, friend, what is this? A man who takes a bad fall and is dying doesn't just disappear like that? Oh, Mr. Tom's safe. Mr. Tom gone. Now, excuse me, please. Hey, wait a minute. Where are you going? I get a cleaver knife. A what? Meet a cleaver. You're sorry? Mr. Tom said you must stay. Oh, he does, huh? The boss. Hold on as Tom says we should stay, huh? Suppose we don't. You're going to use that thing? More bet. I think you stay. Oh, sure. Okay. No! Stay out! The Valentine, the sucker. The Valentine... George, there's a fence down here, the front way, too. It's supposed to be a gate half a mile from the house. Yeah, and this was a path. When we started out on it, where the deuce did we lose it? Valentine, the pathfinder. The boys' path. Oh, George, you don't know yet. Hey, look how easy they are. We seem to be down in a gully. The trail must be up there, George. A little bridge right up over us. Come on. Oh, wait a minute. It wasn't what I was looking at. Sawdust. Hmm? Yeah, sawdust. Scattered. All around here, too. Farther under the bridge. Seems to be just a little footbridge. Pretty far up there, though, isn't it? Yeah, sawdust has been here for a day or two. Wet. Fell here, and there's some on top of the cross piece, too. Yeah, I see it. Somebody said, trap. Something up there has been freshly sawed, Angel. Anybody coming up the trail from the front gate would have to go across that bridge, wouldn't they? It's so dark they couldn't see. Yeah, come on. Get up there before somebody tries to walk across it. Look out! Where you going? What? Bump into a man just sitting peaceful like that. Hey there. Woman's voice, wasn't it? Yes, couldn't you see us? Tom. Tyoga Tom. Wouldn't you know? You wouldn't know anything. Who is it? Valentine? Yeah, I'm standing right here in front of you. You're sitting in a rock waiting for something to happen? They'd take you all as thinking. Trouble with you, fella. But sitting nice and healthy, you know, the poor guy who had the bad tumble. Only honest man left in the West. And he gets his hired boy to send out telegrams saying he's dying. Had a tumble. Broke 10 ribs back in 1922. Never told a lie in my life. 1922. So that's the way you stretch it. Poor dying Tom. Been dying since the day I was born. So have you. So now you're sitting here waiting to hear wood break, huh? Posting brings you out where you can. Waiting to hear people tumble through that little trap you set up there. Pest to me, every one of them. I told you that. I'm afraid we don't believe anything you told us. Told you I like my privacy. I ain't gonna maintain it. Bunch of vultures. All pest to me looking for my goal. So you hire me. See an eye dog disappeared. Don't you think somebody's up to something? You jump on conclusions. You see, I had that bridge sawed. But one of them did it. Like one of them did a murder, I suppose. Ain't interested in murders. Gonna die myself sometime. That's enough to worry about. Just trying to slow up the process. That's all. Steal my dog and then saw my bridge. Who do you think uses that bridge? I do. Even without my dog, I can fly him away around this place. But I found him out. Yes, sir. I'm isn't gonna go down with her. Huh? Don't want one, Charles. All your tongue. Ain't you got ears? You're a guest. Somebody's coming. I'm gonna get up on that bridge before... No, this way. Hey! My loving vultures. Tell everybody their friends of mine can't even find their way around. Hello, Henry. Your voice ain't it? Calm. Ha ha ha ha. Fitter in the figure. What in the name of... Never mind. Where's the rest of? Loosefoot in the lady. Oh, coming, I guess. We moved kinda separate. Only that telegram, Tom. What kind of a stunner. Yeah! Let me take your arm. Help me out. Quiet, boy. Henry Loosefoot. Mrs. Carmichael. Another county you heard from. Could hear that one across three counties. Yeah, there she is. Over on the other side. She's headed for the bridge. Come on. Hurry up and get her. I'll be over. Where is everybody? George, we can't get up there in time. We're on the wrong side. She's coming this way. Mrs. Carmichael, stop. Who's that? Where are you? Stay where you are. Don't come across that bridge. Stop, I said. Stop, will you? Oh, Lord, she'll fall. Stop. Out of the way, Angel. Let me see something. What's the matter with him? Oh, dear, what a climb. And the wind blowing my hat off all the time. What are you trying to see, George? The gird is sawed half through, all right. But a board's been freshly nailed across to support it. George, I... Who could have nailed a board across? Tom and Paul's singer, the only ones up here. So Tom was telling the truth. Someone else sawed it, then Tom had it fixed. Wait a minute. Mrs. Carmichael, where's your hat pin? What? Yeah. When Flannery was murdered, a little tiny wound. He was stabbed with something sharp. Well, how on blazes should I know where the pin is? George, she pinned her hat to the seat opposite us. The seat across the aisle. I remember it. Did I? Couldn't find it when I left the train. And the only person who would have noticed it had thought of using it was the one who sat down there. Cousin Henry. Yes, cousin Henry. And George, he's down there with Tom. Wait a minute. What about Lusford? Where's he? Ran on ahead, I guess. He was the fastest. So we haven't seen him because he's probably already crossed this bridge. Probably clear up at the house by now. But George, Tom is down there with Henry. Sure, sure, with Henry. Don't you see, Angel? Tom wanted to know who killed his dog and sawed the bridge. That was the reason for the phony telegrams, this whole shinding. It was to get all the vultures up here and see which one of them wouldn't walk across the bridge. Henry. And five minutes ago, Tom discovered who was guilty. Well, hurry up. Yeah, yeah, but quietly. Because now it's all backwards. Now the question is what Tom intends to do to Henry. Here they are. And then I'm moving toward the house and I'm moving at all. Tom's got a gun, George. He's hanging onto Henry's arm. Even a blind man could shoot somebody as long as he had a hold. Yeah, come on, around this way. Oh, Tom. Well, come back, did you? He's down here, Mr. Valentine. He's crazy. Shut up, dog killer! You'll get your chance to grumble. He's a murderer, too, you say? Don't answer, Angel. Around the rocky. Yeah, that's right. Now come on. He's crazy. You're most crazy. Everybody comes pestering me. Well, he's going to stop once and for all. Sure, he killed Flannery. Flannery's another thing. Snooping around the same day he was. Let go of me. Let go of me. Get your hands off me. Oh, no, don't you move. The gun goes off. OK, Tom. I'm here now. Right beside you. You can hand me that gun. George, you let go. He just let go. No, you don't. Look out. I'll get him. Give me that gun, I said. Where are you? Where is he? Oh, no, you don't. Detectives. Knocking my gun on someone. The sheriff will get him. Don't worry. I just got an idea. It might be good to save you from dying for a while, Tom. Man's dying from the day he's born. Oh, sure. Honest, Tom. Rugged, independent. And I hate that guy, but shooting him while escaping might go down so well with a jury. Just shooting wild? I couldn't actually. Well, it would have been just blind luck if I hit him. I mean. Oh, sure, sure, Tom. Be careful what you say. Don't want to tell a lie. Only honest man left in the West. Yep. That's me. Don't want to admit you might be a dead shot. Don't want to say right out to your blind, even though that's how you suck at these people into coming after you. George, he said. Ain't a lie if a man always talks like he had to hear people to recognize them, is it? Ain't a lie to stumble around a few times you're seen, is it? Buster, you take the cake. Honest is the day is short. Sure, we all jumped at conclusions, all right? Because I guess there's no law against a man with good eyesight owning a seeing-eye dog. Back to the conclusion of our Let George Do It adventure in just a moment. Don't like it. People don't like them. Well, you can leave for the castle pretty soon, Tom. Taking down your cousin Henry's confession now. Worthless bunch of vultures won't be pestered anymore. Sure, sure, Tom. You've got your privacy. You know, we did stop you from doing the one thing that really would have been wrong. Do I appreciate it? Obligations ain't for me, young lady. Well, the reason people pester you is because of your gold. And I thought maybe you'd tell us what... Tell you a secret. Sure, I got barbed wire and fences, but I never actually said I have gold, did I? What? Oh, for the luck... Oh, George, come on, let's get out of here. Jump on conclusions like everybody else. Oh, that awful man. George, I want to go out someplace and go dancing and forget about him. Okay, spend my gold. At least I know you haven't got any. I'll tell you something that'll worry you for years. You notice, Tom didn't say he didn't have any either. You have just heard nothing but the truth. Another Let George Do It adventure. Robert Bailey was starred as George Valentine, with Virginia Gregg as Bruxy. David Victor and Jackson Gillis wrote the story with music by Eddie Dunstitter. 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.