 If the job's too tough for you to handle, you've got a job for me, George Valentine. Write full details. Greetings, Mr. Lover. Time for another Let George Do It adventure. Now before we get any deeper into the story, I would like to remind all you old grads to pay particular attention, because this tale just goes to show what can happen when the boys get together for a class reunion. Two telegrams sent just an hour ago they came together. Mr. Valentine, brother and I need you desperately this evening, staying few days graduate hall campus Siever University, both hopelessly embroiled in a situation only too likely to be death of me, signed Joseph Durfey. Well, go on, go on. What's the other wire say? Um, Mr. Valentine, brother and I need you desperately this evening, please wear tuxedo. Be patient with our middle-aged foolishness leading quickly and dangerously to tragedy. You can find us at party at graduate hall, please don't delay, not lying when I say it's likely to be death of me, signed Douglas Durfey. 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. 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! Open your head! What in the name of... A water bag. Paper sack full of water. All right, smart guy up there. Well, at least I won't be bothered by the starch in my shirt any. Well, for me by the curl in my hair. Well, OK, chin up, Angel. After a few repairs, we'll journey the Durfey's and the dancing. And maybe we can be the death of somebody. Could you hand me that box of plain-axe, please? Water bag. You got a water bag, didn't you? Oh, they're so funny. They think they're so funny. Thanks. This is silly and so stupid. Here, I can reach that better than you can. Oh, no, no, it's all right. You won't spot your dress. It's not like one girl. Got a water bag full of cold coffee. Here, I'll fix the mirror for you. Oh, no, please, I'm fine. What's the matter with you? Reunion. Reunion, that's all. Reunion. So that's what this party is. I guess you must be the only outsider here. The class of 30. Dear old Sievert. 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 wall of flowers always crying in the powder room, isn't she? Well, the most popular girl's out dancing. Oh, now look, please. Her name's Cynthia. As in Magnolia Blossoms. Only faded now. Cynthia. Just as stuck up and brainless 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. Brooks. Miss Brooks. Miss, of course. Not even the 30 we're all a class of. I'm Betty Durfee. Mrs. Durfee. 42. Bye-bye. 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 Durfee brothers. Oh. What's that supposed to mean? Joe and Doug Durfee. Most likely to be popular forever. Oh, yes, the Durfee boys are here someplace. They're always here. Mr. Valentine. Dancing with the most beautiful girl in the class. Hello, Stinky. Son, are you...? Yes, that's right. I'm Valentine. Thank heaven you got here, boy. Stinky, would you? And Cynthia, you look lovely. Why, thank you, sir, as she says. Oh, sorry. This is Mr. Valentine, darling. Mrs. Chesterton. Isn't this the loveliest dance, Mr. Valentine? I was only saying to Douglas... 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. Well, whatever on earth, are you jealous? Really, I won't step on her toes, darling. I'm sorry, I said I can't explain, but just stay there a second. Thanks, darling. So you're Douglas Durfee, huh? I just spotted you over there. I only got back from the golf course a few minutes ago. Say, tell me, is a woman named Betty Durfee 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. For 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? Maybe I was dancing with you. Don't you understand? And it's my fault, mine. I know I have to say this fast, but Stinky and I are planning to be married. Hey, I thought her name was... Yes, yes, Chesterton. 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. I know how it sounds, but you've got to help. Why? Why all your rich and 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? Uh-huh. 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-plus. We thought it was only somebody's friend. Stinky still believes he's just an attentive moose named Claude. And he's really a hired watchdog. All right, then stay away from him. Yeah, when I bumped into one, I found he's carrying a gun. Stay far away from him. Ha-ha-ha. That's where all it was. There isn't just me, Mr. Valentine. Cynthia told my brother she was going to run away with him. With Joe. What? Well, 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 and more dangerous than we are. Figure it out for yourself. Her jealous, stuffy, proud husband who was finally caught on. That hired thug, Claude, has come here to kill her. Why don't you shut up, Derpy? That you was going to fall like... Would you stop laughing? Oh, you did a beautiful job, Valentine. And that Cynthia... Never guessed the stories Joe and I were spreading. All right, all right, all right. So it's all a practical joke. The Derpy brothers, most popular boys. The water bag kids. Oh, no, no, not that. The amateurist like that. We turned my sleuths in 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 sense of humor? 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... Oh, stop it, stop it, there's no time. That's the point. Your little sucker act was just act one. Wait a minute. You mean you're not through with them yet? Joe and I cooked it all up right here last night. Got everything ready. Ooh, those Chestertans have been asking for it all their lives. We're going to fix them forever. Now look, I don't think much of the Chestertans, but I think a lot less of you. And I am in love with Cynthia. Now we'll never get her. Hand me that bottle of ketchup, will you? The ketchup, why not? Yeah, she aimed to spoil a good shirt. That does it. Knife. 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. Phony suicide. So that's it. The death of us. We didn't lie to you. Hand me my note. We're in 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. Ain't even been it in the time we turned the moths loose in the movie. Can't live without you. We wrote it together. What's the matter? My note. Where's my... Well, it's not here. That's Joe's stuff. Our notes. Our suicide notes. They're gone. No kidding. We wrote them last night. Put them on the desk here. Somebody must have... Little joke on the jokers for a change. You guys are so popular. And now somebody has stolen your big funny suicide notes. It's Joe. It's Joe. It's Joe. I had to break in the door for her. Mrs. Durfee. I hadn't seen him all day. I wanted to stop it. They're silly. Take it easy, Mr. Durfee. I'm afraid your husband's dead. Apparently he shot himself. I'm sure that's what it was. His own suicide note. Right there in his hand. I'm a failure. And without your love, I can't go on alone. Joe's stolen notes. The funny, funny suicide. Only now it's a perfect murder. You're listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. George Valentine in 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 irrepressibles. The perennial jokers. The Durfee boys. The victim of his own practical joke. Guilty of writing a suicide note in advance and thinking it might be funny. But the suicide notes were stolen and Joe never lived to laugh. Well, 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. What time did Joe Durfee die? Four or five o'clock this afternoon, maybe the doc's not sure. But 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. And the operator here's got a record of it, too. It's a toll call. The only one placed here from the hall. Joe was here in his room, huh? What was his wife, buddy? Well, down at a bridge party with a wife, down in town. 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 revolver. He was holding it in his hand. The other hand had the note. It was an insufficient job, and it could have been one of 200 people. And no clues, huh? Well, I thought 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. My fingerprint man says whoever it was wiped the knob clean. One of 200. Valentine, guess who had a reason for killing Joe Durfee? 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, right. 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. We should have heard how Joe's wife used to be on the subject. All of them. Yockels. No sense of humor. No sense of humor. I am blind. I was out at the golf course all day. 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. You mean nobody laughed? No. The man who gives a hot foot supposed to beat the rest of the world in a punch. Class of 30s. And very nice people. Big men important. And the Durfee boys. Still in the hour of glory. Still way back there in 1930s. Don't let that singing carry you away. Oh, shut up. It's 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? So nothing. Oh, sure. In the reunions we kept in our 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. But 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. I said shut up. And it's watching you right now because you're next. Or hadn'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, he's too upset. Maybe it's my final chance at a real big joke. How about that? I'm sorry, but... You used to go on dates with me. Now don't turn away like that. Please, Douglas, my husband. Sure, sure, your husband. Maybe all Claus is out loading the gun for me right now. For heaven's sake. I think she's heard enough out of you. 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. I'm just going to take Mrs. Chesterton to find her husband. I'm sorry, but I thought you were with Joe's wife, Betty Durfee. Well, every girl has her moment, Mr. Ballantyne. I was, yes. 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 the same time I was there. Stinky, you told me it was only this afternoon. No, no, no, no. Please, I don't have to explain myself. Stinky is an old bow of mine. Well, this is a reunion, Mr. Ballantyne. I'm afraid you'll only get yourself all wound up if you try to figure out all the associations. Just the same, would you please tell me what... Joe and Betty were planning to get a divorce. A 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 may be 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 party. But they only left for a little while. 3.30 or 4. Oh, stop it, stop it. 3.30 or 4, huh? Where were you? Where did you bring her? I don't have to. I brought Betty out here. Here at Graduate Hall? It was something about the divorce. She wanted to see Joe for a minute. I didn't come upstairs. I only waited in the car. Stinky. Well, how much money did you make? What? What are you talking about, Tiffy? Valentine, my brother Joe, took out a new life insurance policy just a couple of months ago. Life insurance? Tiffy, wait. Tiffy! Get out of here, get out of here. Lieutenant, I've got to see her. She did it, Betty. I said, get out of here. You can't see her, my friend. Suicide. Betty Durfee. Just like Joe was. Only no notes. Now, now she didn't write one like Joe did. Durfee, 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. She just couldn't stand what she'd done. Is that your idea? Mr. Valentine, I'm all through with the idea. 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. Mr. Valentine, I'm not so sure. 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. 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. While Betty was in Joe's room, I had a call with her brother-in-law. No, no, no, I had a call from Joe, not from Betty. But the golf ball, Derpy, I had sent the alert 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. The Italian 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. Ah! Yeah, that's right. Joe killed himself. He left a note, didn't he? I'm a failure. 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, it was his love for him and probably for good reason. Valentine, those things I said downstairs. You said too much trying to hang this thing on other people. But it was the insurance all along. Because when Betty phones you, that was the first thing you thought of. You'd collect no money. 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? Especially since you're probably the beneficiary. You'd collected all. So you killed her and you figured you could make it look like she killed Joe. There wasn't any practical joke planned 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. And like all practical jokes, this one fell flat on its face. Back to the conclusion of our Let George Do It adventure in just a moment. It was quite a frame-up. Send us wires, call us in. And vent 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 Chestatins in the past. And it might have worked if he called in somebody else besides you to play soccer. Maybe. Nothing. George, I mean it. Sometimes I think you're absolutely the most... George... When you were in college, weren't you voted the most likely to something or other? You really want to know, ain't you? Well, of course. Well, I was voted most likely to stay a bachelor. You have just heard most likely to die. Another Let George Do It adventure. Robert Bailey was starred as George Valentine. With Virginia Gregg as Brooksy. David Victor and Jackson Gillis wrote the story with music by Eddie Dunsteader. 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.