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Mr. Valentine? Yes? Mr. George Valentine? Yes, yes, come right in. Have a seat. Oh, here, take this one, it's softer. Oh, thank you. Oh, don't mention it. Have a cigar? Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. You're too young. Wait a minute. Here, have a chocolate bar with almonds. Oh, thank you. Now then, what can I do for you? Well, I came to work for you. Work? Oh, I thought you were a client. Oh, no, sir. Well, that's all right. I'll get it. Hey, wait a minute. Good morning. Let George do it. How do you like that? Well, I can make an appointment for you. I'm Mr. Valentine's confidential assistant. That's nice to know. Well, if you're that close, then come right up, Mr. Winters. Here, goodbye, sir. Now look here, bottom button. I'm Sonny Brooks. You can call me Sonny. Well, now look here, Sonny, who hired you? Well, I come with the office. You see, Caleb the elevator man is my friend. He knew I was looking for a job, so he said, Sonny, whoever gets that office gets you too. Yeah. Well, you're too young, Sonny. Things may get a little rough around here. Oh, that's okay, sir. I'm a very rugged character. Now then, Mr. Winters will be here soon. Winters? The mystery writer? Yes, sir. Jonathan Winters. He just phoned. Oh. We can discuss my salary later. I'll go on the payroll as of today. Whether I like it or not, huh? I have a feeling you're going to become very fond of me, sir. I grow on people. Yeah, like a wart. Okay, Sonny, call an employment agency and get me a secretary. Well, that won't be necessary, sir. Why, don't tell me you type also. No, but my sister does. Your sister? Claire. She'll be here soon to start to work. Say, does your whole family go with this office? Well, I don't have much of a family. There's just Claire and me. Oh. Oh, that's tough, kid. But you're lucky. I haven't even got a sister. Tell you what, maybe we can start a look after each other. How about it, huh? Oh, that'll be swell, Mr. Valentine. I'll be glad to take care of you, sir. You're okay, Sonny. Well, you like Claire too. She's prettier than I am. Oh, perfect. It doesn't matter if she can type or take dictation just so she's prettier than you are. Mr. Valentine? Hmm? Oh, yes, Mr. Winters, come right in. Mr. Valentine, I'm here because... Oh, it doesn't matter what the job is, Mr. Winters. I'm your man. Just throw your problem in my lap and I'll come up with the right answer. Mr. Valentine, I'm about to be murdered. I'll take it too seriously. A lot of people murdered. Murdered? You're joking, I hope. I'm not joking. Oh, well, that's a little out of my line. Mr. Winters, I mean, that is... Mr. Valentine, I... I have been murdered. Suffering cats. Oh, well, don't stand there, Sonny. Do something. Call somebody. Police, the fire department. I'll get a doctor and Sonny. Yeah, Mr. Valentine? Don't get excited. Look at me. I'm perfectly cool. Going up, Miss? Is Mr. Valentine's office in this building? Hit floor, step in. Oh, thank you. You're Claire, ain't you? Well, how did you... Oh, family resemblance. You look like Sonny. Nice boy, Sonny. I think so. Of course I'm prejudice. You know what sisters are like. Yes, I'm the same way about Georgie. Georgie? You don't mean Mr. Valentine? Of course I do. Known him for years. Used to work for his father. Georgie and me got to be good friends on account of his curls. Curls? He must have been all of four years at the pretty, long curls you ever did see. Really? Yes, I talked his mom to having him cut off. Georgie and me have been close friends ever since. I can understand that. Hey, you gonna go to work for him? Well, I'm gonna apply for the job. Well, you keep an eye on him, hear me? Well... You know that boy never thinks to eat unless someone reminds him. Oh, it's the fifth floor. Oh. And don't let his talk fool you. He tries to act hard-boiled, but I know Georgie. Underneath the doll is still a little boy with them pretty long curls. The first door to your left... Oh, there he is now. Caleb, Caleb, get a doctor up here right away. I hear a nose or stomach. I don't care. Just get a doctor. I'll get Dr. Mack. He took very good care of you that time you had that cold, remember? Oh, Mr. Valentine. Well... Is anything wrong? Oh, no, no. Nothing trifling. Now run along, sweetheart. And if you're a client, come back tomorrow, will you? I'm Claire Brooks, sunny sister. Yeah, we'll come back tomorrow. Mr. Valentine. Well? You're gonna interview me for the job whether you like it or not. I spend 10 cents on bus fare to come here. Look, here's a dime. Now be a good girl and beat it. I certainly will. I wouldn't work for you if you offered me $1,000 a week to sit behind a desk and do nothing but powder my nose. They could stand a little powder at that. Oh, you... Wait a minute. You hadn't the experience as a secretary? Of course. Can you mend socks? Mend socks. Iron shirts, sew buttons, cook breakfast over a can of sternum? Mr. Valentine, are you looking for a secretary or a wife? Oh, a secretary. I'm still a bachelor. Knock on wood. Had one close call, though, but I got away from her. Lucky guy. Lucky girl. Say, you're all right. Okay, you're hired. Thank you. I'll give you back that dime. What about salary? Well, we'll discuss that after I collect my first client. How do I know you'll ever get a first client? Oh, oh. I've got one now. I don't know what I'm going to do with him, but I've got him. Come on in and see for yourself. That gentleman stretched out on the floor is my first... Sonny. Sonny. Yeah, Mr. Valentine? Where is he? Where's the body? Where's Mr. Wittes? Suffer and cats, Mr. Valentine. He's gone. Makes sense. Well, you... Mr. Wittes couldn't have just disappeared into thin air? It's like I told you, Mr. Valentine. I went into the waiting room to phone the police and the next thing I knew, you were out here yelling for him. Look, this window is open. What of it? Well, don't you see? It leads to the fire escape. Yeah, and this door leads to a closet. And that door leads to a... Well, never mind. Will you be serious? Mr. Wittes was shot. Well? Maybe his murderer followed him here to your office. Maybe he hid out on the fire escape listening. Then when you left the office, he dragged the body out. I'll bet this is right. Sure. Look, kids, we haven't got time to puzzle over it now. I'm in a jam. The police will be here any minute. The police? Of course. Sonny phoned them. They're pretty silly trying to explain that the body disappeared. My first case and I make a mess of it. Oh, don't get discouraged, Mr. Valentine. Well, to tell you the truth, Sonny, I don't know what to do next. I haven't even got a clue. Still a little boy in curls. Curls? Oh, Caleb's been talking to you, huh? He's a swell old gentleman, but don't take him too seriously. Why not? Well, he thinks I know all the answers. And look at me. Mr. Valentine, why don't you go out and find a clue? Find one? Where? Where did Mr. Winters have a family? Well, I don't... Hey, wait a minute. I've seen pictures of his wife in society papers. Good. Oh, Claire, you're wonderful. Hey, remind me to raise your salary. What salary? Well, when you get one, remind me to raise it. See you later. Where are you going, Mr. Valentine? To Mr. Winters' home. And when the police come, stall them. But, Mr. Valentine, what'll I tell them? Tell them nothing. You've got charm, haven't you? Well, use it. Mr. Valentine, I've got to know. What do you think happened to my husband? No, just take it easy, Mrs. Winters. Oh, I was afraid something would happen to him. Why? Well, he was so worried. I thought it was because his writing wasn't going too well. He hadn't been able to write anything in a long time. Oh, your husband is the famous mystery writer, isn't he? Yes. I've read some of his stuff. The case of the body in the bathtub, murder has the hiccups. And this is his study. Oh, say, quite a lay-out. What are all these papers? His manuscript. He was working on the Lost Corpse. The Lost Corpse? Cute title. Oh, it wasn't coming easy. He knew it had to be good, or it would mean the end of... Mr. Valentine, what are you looking for in that waste paper basket? Well, I don't know exactly. I just got a hunch. I want the truth. Was he murdered? Relax, Mrs. Winters. Relax. The very best man in town is on the job. Who? Oh, me, of course. Is this the Lost Corpse? Put that manuscript down. Don't look at it. Why not? Oh, I'm sorry. Just a superstition. Jonathan never wanted anyone to read what he was working on. Oh. Then, of course, you haven't read this. No, no, certainly not. Did your husband have any domestic trouble? Domestic trouble? Jonathan was devoted to me. Was? Why the past tense? Oh, I don't know what I'm seeing. Mrs. Winters. Yes? Yes, what is it? There's a policeman downstairs. He wants to talk to you. A policeman? I'll be right down. Well, look, Mrs. Winters, you haven't seen me, understand? But why? Your husband trusted me. Why don't you try it? Well, all right, Mr. Valentine. Look, any way I can get out of here without going down the stairs? Yes, that door leads to my husband's private elevator. It'll take you to the back entrance. Say, he thought of everything. He liked to come and go without disturbing the rest of the household. Not a clever man. Okay, Mrs. Winters, I'll get in touch with you tomorrow. Tomorrow? You mean you'll have news for me? Well, maybe it'll be news to you. And then again, Mrs. Winters, maybe it won't. Mr. Valentine, what's the idea of dragging me out here in the middle of the night? Keep your pretty little mouth shut, will you, Claire? What is this place anyway? The back entrance to the Winters' home. Haven't they got a front entrance? Sure, sure, but we're not using it. We're here to steal something. Steal? It's supposed to be a secretary, not a second-story man. Keep quiet. Mr. Valentine, I quit. Yeah, some other time. Now, step into that elevator. An elevator? Where will this thing take us? Up to Mr. Winters' work room. It's pitch black in here. I don't feel safe. I'm here. That's what I mean. Now, keep quiet. Oh! What's the matter? You don't have to hold my hand. I'm not holding your hand. Well, someone is. Don't scream. I've got him covered. Put him up. Get that gun out of my ribs. Sonny! Sonny, I told you to go home. I have a feeling you're going to be very glad I'm along. Mr. Valentine, you might need me. Yeah, like I need two heads. You could use two. Now, both of you stay right here. I know where the desk is. What do you want in there? I've got to get the lost corpse. Lost corpse? You mean you think Mr. Winters' body's in there? No, no, the manuscript of his book. Now, keep quiet. Don't make a sound. Mr. Valentine, what was that? Just an old shin of mine. Hey, I hear somebody coming up the stairs. Okay, kids, we can beat it. Now, everything's under control. I've got the lost corpse. Is it a good story, Mr. Valentine? Mm-hmm. Aren't you going to let us read it? Mrs. Winters wouldn't approve. Oh, what's she like? Is she attractive? Never mind, Mrs. Winters. What about the lost corpse? Well, it's a very unusual story about a man and his wife. How original. The wife would like to give him the gate, but she hasn't any money of her own. However, she stands to collect a lot if her husband ever kicks the bucket. Is there a murder? Natch. The husband is shot, but he manages to make his way to a private investigator's office. Is that in the story? Sure. But that's what Mr. Winters did. The husband tells the investigator he's about to be murdered. Hey, that's what he told you. Then he collapses. When the investigator steps out of his office, the wounded man disappears. Just like Mr. Winters did. Well, that's what actually happened. It is? Well, what do you know about that? Well, go on, Mr. Valentine, then what? Well, later the guy returns to his wife and he says, you thought you'd kill me, but I'm not dead yet. You, you... Yes? Go on. Well, that's all. That's as far as Mr. Winters got with his story. No wonder Mrs. Winters didn't want you to read it. It's a story of their life. It shows she's guilty. She killed her husband. Georgie, say Georgie. Oh, yeah, Caleb. What do you want? Where's Mrs. Winters? Is she all right now? Mrs. Winters? What are you talking about? Well, I left her in your waiting room. She came to see you. Oh, when was this? A few minutes ago. She acted kind of funny, like maybe she was sick. Come on. Well, not a sign of her. Caleb, are you sure you left Mrs. Winters here in my waiting room? Mr. Valentine, look. On the table. A woman's purse. With initials on it. M-W. M-W. Marsha Winters. Sure. Do you think the same thing happened to her, Mr. Valentine? Someone followed her here and hid out on the fire escape? I don't think so. She heard us talking. She knew we thought she was guilty. Oh, of course. All right, Caleb. Thanks a lot. Well, that's all right, George. You call me if you need any help. Say, how are you two at playing games? Games at a time like this. Look, Sonny, you be Sonny. I'll be George Valentine. And, Claire, you be Mr. Winters. What? Now, Claire, step outside the office. Give us a few minutes, then come in and say you expect to be murdered. Oh, I get it. You want to re-enact the crime. Ha-ha, smart boy. Okay, Claire, get going. First, I'm a second-story man, and now I'm an actress. I quit. Oh, go on. Claire, be a good sport. Humor me. I said I quit. Yeah, well, we haven't got time. Now, you can quit tomorrow. Oh, all right. But you can think of the silliest thing. Now, what'll we do, Mr. Valentine? Just exactly what we did when Mr. Winters first stepped into this office. Okay, Claire, come on in. I don't think she heard you. All right, Claire, we're ready. What's the matter with her? I'll get her. 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Well, George doesn't seem to have gotten very far in his solution of this case. First, a murdered man disappeared from right under his nose. Then the murdered man's wife mysteriously departed, and now his secretary has vanished into thin air. Are you just gonna sit here in your office, Mr. Valentine? Aren't you gonna do anything? She's my sister, she's the only sister I've got. No, no, take it easy, Sonny. If I thought anything had happened to Claire, I'd be out searching every house in this town. Well, then where is she? Well, she couldn't take it, that's all. So she quit and walked out on us. I can't say I blame her. That doesn't sound like Claire. Yeah, Caleb. You could leave by the fire escape. The fire escape? A police car just stopped in front. Suffering cats to police. Get yourself a nice, juicy steak. Yeah, that's just what I'll do. Come on, Sonny. Get down there and stall them, Caleb. Oh, I intend to. Now you take the time and digest your dinner. Did you hear me? Yeah, sure. Let's go, Sonny, the fire escape. Oh, and Sonny. Yeah, Mr. Valentine? Better bring Mrs. Winter's purse along with you. Excuse me, Mr. Valentine, but aren't you going to stop and get something to eat? That's the trouble with women. As soon as they're going, it gets a little tough they walk out on you. Didn't you promise, Caleb, you'd get yourself a steak? Boy, a big, beautiful steak. But you're right, Sonny. She is. She is, sir? Much prettier than you. Mr. Valentine, if we're not going to eat, we can't just drive around all night. We've got to find out who murdered Mr. Winter's and what they did with his body and where Mrs. Winter's disappeared to and what happened to Claire. Isn't that right, sir? And she's very intelligent. That is for a woman. Mr. Valentine. Oh, OK, Sonny. Look at the address on that letter. What letter, sir? The one on Mrs. Winter's purse. Is there a letter in here? Well, didn't you notice it when Claire opened the purse? No, sir. Oh, OK, Sonny. Look at the address on that letter. What letter, sir? Did Claire open the purse? No, sir. Oh, here it is. It's addressed to Mrs. Marcia Winter's 300 Peppertree Lane Cedarhurst. Uh-huh. Hey, that's in the country. Yeah, they must have a country home, too. Cedarhurst. Yeah, that's out on Highway 6, right? Hey, we're on Highway 6. We're headed toward Cedarhurst now. Brilliant deduction, Sonny. I'll increase your ration of bubble gum. I fill her up, sir. Oil, water. No, thanks. Wash your windshield. No, don't bother. I washed it once and I couldn't do a thing with it. Don't get many customers around here at night. Pretty deserted road. Yeah. I'll bet where the first car you've seen this evening. That's right. Oh, except for that cab. Cab? With a woman in it? Now, how'd you guess it? Hey, I'll bet it was Mrs. Winter's. Hang on, Sonny. We're getting warm. Is this it, Mr. Valentine? Now, careful. Don't make any noise. There's a light inside the cabin. And a woman. See her moving around? Oh, yeah. I can make out her shadow now. All right, Sonny. You stay out here. Mr. Valentine. I'm sorry, Sonny. But there may be trouble. I can't let anything happen to you. Oh, but I'm in this with you. Look, don't you remember? I was going to look out for you. But you may need me. Jeepers, Mr. Valentine. All right, Sonny. You win. But stick close to me. Understand? Yes, sir. Are we going to just walk right in? No, no. Of course not. That's no fun. What would they do in a mystery show? They climb in a window. Oh, then we'll climb in a window. Mr. Valentine, she turned off the light. Shall I go in first? No, you're getting back at me. Let me handle this. Yes, sir. Take it easy, Sonny. I'm OK. Oh! I've got her. Let go! No, you don't. She'll stay right here. You're hurting me. Turn the light on, Sonny. Yes, sir. Let's see what we bagged. Claire! Well, well, well. If it isn't second story, Clarissa. You have to be so rough. I bet you cracked two ribs. I'm sorry. I don't know my own strength. Now that you see who I am, you don't have to keep on holding me. No, but it's fun. Claire, what are you doing here? Well, she saw the address on the letter, so she decided to follow the clue. Yeah, but why didn't she let us in on it? She thought I was a dope, Sonny, so she took over. You know all the answers, don't you? Not quite. What happened when you got here? Nothing. The place looked deserted. I crawled in the window, too. No one here? I couldn't see anyone. Are you sure? Of course. But, well, I've had the strangest feeling. Yeah? As though someone's been watching me. Mm-hmm. Uh, stay here with Sonny. Uh, I'll look around. Suffering cats, sis. You sure had me scared. Oh, I'm sorry, Sonny, but Mr. Valentine didn't seem to be making any effort to solve the case. Ah, don't kid yourself. He just keeps things to himself. Well, everything seems to be in apple pie order. Hey, listen. Sonny, Claire, stand back there in the corner. I'll cover the door. Be careful, Mr. Valentine. Do I detect concern in your voice? Well, I don't want to see you get shot right in front of me. Then close your eyes. Good evening, Mrs. Winters. Oh. May I present my two assistants, Claire and Sonny Brooks? How did you know I'd come here? What do you want? Oh, just want to make talk. Mr. Valentine, you've got to believe me. I'm not like the woman in his story. I love Jonathan. Uh-huh. And you're the girl who never reads his manuscripts until they're finished. Well, I... Go ahead. Turn me over to the police. I don't care what happens anymore. That's as good as a confession, Mr. Valentine. Well, I'm in no mood for confessions. Come on, we're going to play a little game. Oh, not again. Sonny, you keep an eye on Mrs. Winters. Now, don't let her leave. Don't worry. I won't try to run away. Okay, Claire, you're the wife in the Lost Corpse. More acting? I quit. Tomorrow. Now then, I'll be the husband of Mr. Winters' story. Here are some lines for you to read, Claire. You came all prepared, didn't you? Is this stuff that you wrote, Mr. Valentine? Well, of course. I'm a man of many talents. Now then, we'll skip to the part where I walk in wounded and say, You thought you'd kill me, but I'm not dead yet. You think you can follow those lines? I can read, if that's what you mean. I'll set. Let's go. You thought you'd kill me, but I'm not dead yet. No, no, I didn't shoot you. I swear I didn't. But who'll believe you? The police, all the clues point to you. What do you mean? Yes, my dear. You wanted me out of the way. When you got your wish, I shot myself. No, no. I killed myself. But they'll think you're guilty. You'll pay for it. I'll get a doctor. Too late. Too late. Goodbye, my dear. Goodbye. Then I die. What a performance. I don't get it, Mr. Valentine. You wrote this ending for his story. Is that it? Of course. What's a story without an ending? I'll tell you what Mr. Valentine is getting at. He's trying to prove that my husband shot himself. Shot himself in such a way that it would look as though I murdered him. Why would Jonathan do such a thing? He knew that I loved him. You don't have to put on an act for us, Mrs. Winters. Why don't you turn her over to the police? No, just keep your shirt on, Sonny. And everybody stand where you are. Don't make a move. Understand? What are you going to do? You'll see. Mr. Valentine, why are you opening that door? Well, we're going to have some company. Company? Then somebody is hiding in here. Okay. You can come on now. Who are you calling? Hey, you mean the police are here? The police. You've set a trap for me. Come on out, Mr. Winters. Mr. Winters? How did you know what I was hiding in there? Jonathan. Well, how'd you like my way of ending your story, Mr. Winters? It was very clever, Mr. Valentine. Oh, Jonathan, you're not hurt. You weren't shot. I'm terribly sorry. You were worried, darling. Hey, I don't get this. Mr. Winters couldn't find an ending for his story, The Lost Corpse. But how did you know that? Searched his waste paper basket, found it full of rejected endings. That's quite right. Finally, I decided to do just what the hero in my book did. So I went to Mr. Valentine. You see, I saw his ad in the paper. Said he could solve anything. Then when he tried to go home and explain to you, Mrs. Winters, he saw the police there. So he came out here to hide. Right, Mr. Winters? Absolutely right. I knew I'd find him here. Then when I searched this cabin, I saw him hiding in the closet. Well, why didn't you just say something? Oh, I wanted to put on a show for him. Oh, Jonathan. Oh, forgive me, darling. Well, come on, kids. They don't need an order. Well, wait a minute, Mr. Valentine. I've got the ending to my story. Thanks to you. And with all that publicity in the papers, it's sure to have a big sale. So name your feed. Well, I don't know, Mr. Winters. I haven't really thought about it. I'm saying even grand. Huh? Oh, yes. I'll send you a check in the morning. Oh, no hurry. No hurry. I just happen to have a pen and a blank check with me, though. As a matter of fact, here it is all made out. Just needs your signature, Mr. Winters. Oh, yes, of course, certainly. Suffering cats a thousand bucks. There you are. Thanks, thanks. Well, let's go, kids. Good night, Mr. Winters. And if you ever get stuck again... I'll remember. Good night. Good night. What a day. Now, I feel like collapsing. Sonny, come here and put your arm around me. Oh, sure, sis. Go away, Sonny. Let George do it. Tonight, I'd like to play a little game with you, too. A word game. It's very simple. I say a word and you pop out with the first thing it brings to your mind. All set? Okay, I'll say oil. I'll bet most of you immediately thought of slippery. And that's right. Oil is supposed to be slippery, but sometimes it can be too slippery and slide right off spots it's supposed to protect. 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Oh, a kleptomaniac. I want you to watch her closely. Follow her everywhere. Come to my house this evening and I'll explain. Good afternoon, Mr. Valentine. Good afternoon. Mr. Valentine. Yeah, Claire? Mr. Valentine, don't look now, but your fountain pen is gone. Let George do it, starring Robert Bailey as George Valentine is written by Pauline Hopkins and directed by Owen Vincent. Others in the cast were Shirley Mitchell as Claire, Eddie Firestone Jr. as Sonny, Joe Kearns as Caleb, Georgia Bacchus as Mrs. Winters, Howard McNeer as Mr. Winters, and Horace Murphy as the filling station attendant. The music was composed and conducted by Charles Dan. Your announcer, John Heaston. Be with us next week when Standard of California invites you to let George do it.