 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. Well, just a second. I'll be right with you. Let me see. Whispering. Wist. Whistle. Wit. White. White. Here it is. White arsenic. White bait. White clover. White cloud that cried. White elephant. Oh, that's it. White elephant. White elephant. A term in common use to designate a gift that causes the recipient more trouble than it is worth. Well, the Webster was right, because that's exactly what happens to George Valentine in our Let George Do It adventure. Oh, maybe I should add that it's called the White Elephant. But you'd have guessed anyway, wouldn't you? You sly boots. My dear Mr. Valentine, I don't write letters very often these days. Having friends with whom one exchanges the best of one's mind and heart has rather gone out of fashion. To exchange anything less is death already. You mustn't misunderstand, Mr. Valentine. My brother and I have enjoyed our life of seclusion. After all, we've lived this way almost entirely ever since our dear parents died in a train accident and left us alone at the age of ten. I only speak a little sadly because as every person must, I've been going through the unpleasant task of making out a will. And I think you should be informed of the fact that I'm including you in my will. Yes, Mr. Valentine, I'm leaving you the sum of $1,000. You will receive this legacy when you have caught my murderer. 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. Ms. Alice May Edmund, number one Bartholomew Square. Oh, that's the commercial district. And on the letterhead, there's an engraving of a white elephant. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, excuse me. No, no, I was just going to ring the bell. Number one Bartholomew Square. Go away, no peddlers or agents allowed, no soliciting noise. Oh, but we're not peddlers. I'm saving you trouble, that's all. You'll only have an iron deer sewn at you. That isn't a house, it's a booby hatch. A 42 room booby hatch. Okay, thanks very much, goodbye. All right, go on in, but me I'll still go out. Keeper of the white elephant barker for the train seals. I'm warning you, someday I'm going to kill that woman in the air. Well, what do you suppose is the matter with him? Hey, look, Angel, three stories high. Gardens. Hey, can't even hear the street in here. Right in the middle of the city. Yeah, a whole block of a house. Old fashioned geegoes on the wooden- It's white, George. Painted white. I guess this is it, Booksy. The white elephant. No, Mr. Valentine should only be drunk at a certain temperature of warm. My brother Stephen taught me that. We much prefer it to tea in the afternoons, but naturally, if you would like a feminine wafer or... No, we don't care for anything, thanks, Miss Edmunds. It's tea time, you'll have something. You'll join me. Genson? All right, Miss... Look, Miss Edmunds, please. In the first place, this house. And I do wish you wouldn't stare about so. The Adamicasses are quite clean, young lady, and I crocheted them myself. I didn't mean... It has 42 rooms, yes, 42. Though I'll grant you I've closed off a number of them. But even with the ones that aren't, it's large, it's quite large, and I like it that way. It's old-fashioned, it's gracious, and it absolutely is not the white elephant. Well, an anachronism may be in the middle of the town like that. Because the white elephant, I am afraid, is me. Huh? Yes, on my stationery. The little white figure. It's the only way I have to get back at my family. To show them I know what they think of me. Family? Oh, I know I have none. Just my brother and me all alone in the world. He's such a wonderful person. There aren't any gentlemen like him anymore. But we're wealthy, don't you see? Anybody who's wealthy has a family, Mr. Valentine. That man you bumped into on the way in here, that Clarence Morley, only a second cousin. But he calls me Aunt Alice. He kisses my hand. He simpers all over himself trying to get into this house. And is for a cousin you. All right, Miss Edmunds, so much for your family. What I want to know about is your murder. Last week, someone tampered with the wiring apparently so that I was very nearly electrocuted. But didn't you call the police? Mr. Valentine, it's probably incomprehensible to a person as young as you. But I didn't do anything. I wasn't even sure and I... I don't particularly care if I die. No, no, no, please. Please, why should I? I've outlived my time. In many ways I seem so indestructible. It would be rather a relief to be murdered. Here's the tea stuff, Miss. I told you I'm not much in the kitchen. That's the only service I could... All right, Jensen, all right. Now get out of here. Get back to your cottage. Go on. Gladly. Do you know something? The family I spoke of, they made me take him. But I generally won't let him in the house. For 20 years, Miss Brooks, I've done every bit of housework in this place myself. Yes, yes. All by myself. Miss Edmunds, a second ago you were saying... Excuse me. Stop that, will you? For heaven's sake, stop that thing. And go on, get out of my house. I'll turn it out. Take it easy, Alice. Yeah, that's good enough, isn't it? Oh, it's you. Volume control. Unusual in the gramophone. Wouldn't bring more than $50, though, I don't believe. Curio, maybe. Mr. Valentine, this is Yule, I think I spoke of him. Another one of my cousins. Dear, dear relative. Pleasure, pleasure. Mother's side was third cousin. And take your hand off that sheriff. This chair? Oh, no, no, no, dear. Late 19th century imitation. It is not. He's so kind, Mr. Valentine. He buys and sells for me. Could be mistaken. There's a real one in the library. An antique dealer, wouldn't you know from the beard? No, Alice. I don't want to talk business today. I don't want to. Well, I only hung around from the meeting to look at some things. Get out, will you? Please! Get out, please! All right, all right. But you don't look well, Alice. You ought to let us come visit more often. Uh, what was the meeting he spoke of, Miss Edmund? I said what was the... He was playing Molly Branigan again. It's a song a girl used to sing. A red-headed Irish servant girl. She went back to the old country twenty years ago. Oh. She was like a breath of sunshine. Miss Edmund, what are you trying to say? My brother and I have always been alone here since we've been ten. Mr. Valentine, I am peculiar, you know. The meeting? Oh, it was the relatives, that's all. I try to act like a hero in a supposed to. But I'm terrified of them. What's the matter with you, Miss Edmund? Oh, I'm all right. They want me to get out of the house. I don't really have any money. It's all in the house. It's a valuable property. But it's mine and I want to stay here. I don't know who I am rambling, so I... They want to make me get out. How can they? Miss Edmund, this brother you talk about, this Steven, can't he help? Steven's so kind. He walked that in. He walked that in. Miss Edmund! This glass, Bruxy, the milk. It's the milk she drank right in front of us. Somebody was trying to murder her, Bruxy. It was poisoned. Now take it easy, Mr. Valentine. I said we can't tell you. She's all right. She's alive and from my experience with her in the past, Mrs. Brickman wasn't a doctor, and from the smell of that milk there... Undoubtedly an overdose, but I've treated her with it in the past. You've what? It's a legitimate remedy for certain conditions, you know. It was kept in the cupboard down by the butler's pantry. Okay, I'll take a look. Have you called the police? No, and I don't intend to. What? Not yet. Oh, please, listen to me. I've known and admired Miss Edmund for a very long time. That bravado of hers is all front, you understand. She's a very shy person. What's that got to do with it? She should live, Miss Brooke. She should live rather than risk invasion of her privacy in the house here. No. No, it has to be done from the inside. By you, Mr. Valentine. And suppose she dies, Doctor? Well, you've met the people who would benefit, Morley and Cousin Ewell. If one of them should conceivably be a murderer, he'd have only accomplished what they're all trying to do anyway. Get her out of this house. So you don't think they testify against each other, do you? But why do they want... I get it, I get it. This property's worth a fortune, isn't it? The white elephant, every day that she lives, she has to borrow against taxes. So they have to get her out. Or in a few years, there won't be any fortune left for them to inherit. Yeah, here's the bottle, all right, Angel. Stricten. Somebody certainly had a choice. Sleeping counters, all of her medicines right here by the... Yeah, right, I'm gonna look at this. The ring on the counter, see, for moisture from the glass. Jensen says he poured the milk and then left it for her. So anybody who happened to come in right then, golden opportunity. Just spike a drink a little. What is all this you're talking about, young man? You... I thought you left the house, went out. Oh, that's all the doctor's car came back. What's the matter with her? Well, he'd better tell you. But you can tell me something. Where's Miss Edmund's brother? She confused me on that. Stephen? Her brother Stephen? That brother of hers has been dead for 20 years. Dead for a long time. Come here. Doctor? No, no, she's alive. She's going to be all right. But perhaps you had better call the police. What do you mean, doctor? I thought it would be so simple to track down just one person. That's why she's alive. A barbituate acts against Stricten, you see. A barber? What in the name of... You saw that stuff there in the cabinet. Sleeping powders. I'm trying to tell you why she's all right. It was in the milk too, agent and reagent. Poison and antidote. Yes, yes, believe it or not, your little white elephant is still with us because two people tried to poison her. Two people tried to murder her. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now back to George Valentine. Poison and antidote. And a little old lady who didn't particularly care whether she was killed or not, whose only desire was to be left alone in her strange old-fashioned house. At first you wondered what reason there was for her fears, but now you know the only reason she's alive is because not one but two people tried to poison her. Two negatives make a positive, and the poisons were such that they cancelled each other out. Well, if your name is George Valentine, all you know is that now you have to work twice as fast. Miss Edmund, did you see anybody touch that warm milk of yours today? Oh, I forget. I don't know. It's so much more real 20 years ago. Like that brother you keep talking about, I suppose? We took care of each other. We weren't like the rest of the world, the scramble, the suffering that people call excitement. I talked about Stephen as though he were a lie, didn't I? Miss Edmund, perhaps we'd better... And about her, too, the Irish servant girl. Because she was the last happy thing in this house. Please listen to me. I still don't see what you're driving at. She would have fitted in so beautifully. She was young, too, only 19, so much younger, but it didn't make any difference. So full of life. A cousin you know knows he knew her. Now let it go on, Rosie. But Stephen was in love. I hated her afterwards, but now I don't. Wherever she is, she's probably never even guessed. There was a boy in the old country. She showed me the cablegram. I helped put her aboard ship that same afternoon. I begged her to stay, but she left to be married. Not thinking, just happy. And my brother came here. Home. And went out. And I never saw him again. Well, you've heard her. You've seen how she acts. That wasn't what I asked you, Mr. Morley. But what's the sensible thing? You'll just stand by and watch anybody throw money away when there's a first mortgage already in. Who'd benefit, Mr. Morley, if she had died an hour ago? Well, I would, for one. I don't mind telling you. The police don't want to hear that, too. Now, see here. They're already running tests on the poison and the glass. Well, I didn't touch it. I was on the telephone at the time. Business downtown five or ten minutes. My office will verify that. The telephone in the hall, Mr. Morley. Yes, crazy old fangled contraption. It's the only one in this room. The door to the butler's pantry was open, George. And if you were standing in there at the telephone... Yeah, that's right, Bruxy. Glass would have been right in plain sight, wouldn't it? Well, I didn't notice. I didn't even see it. Why did that stupid Jensen leave it there in the first place? Stupid Jensen, my friend, is a servant that you hired for her. Well, who else would stay here except a thick skinned old coot like him? Mr. Valentine, she's been getting worse, fussy, picky. And there's preoccupation with her brother. We know all about that, Mr. Morley. We also know what her own doctor thinks about her. He's a fool, too. Old admirer of Alice's. Valentine, what would you think if you came in and found her prowling among her brother's old things? Of course it was a tragedy for her. But now, 20 years later, to find her, she's reopened that room of his nosing around and mooning over the old things. Is that what happened to you? Yes. Just yesterday. She was trying to pretend she hadn't seen. Just cleaning, she said. Get out! She said, leave me alone. Do you think that a normal person... I don't know. I don't know, Mr. Morley. Why don't you tell me how she acted today at that family meeting? Meeting? Yeah. Well, you saw my reaction? She said she wouldn't ever leave this house. Not ever. And no court order could make her. And for us to stop bothering her, or she'd make us stop. Just stubbornness. Just insane. Just insane. Insane, my friend. No, I finally realize little Miss Edmond has been pointing in the right direction after all. That brother Stephen, dead 20 years. Yeah. That's how we solve it. George, this was the maid's room. Yeah, sure, Bruxy. And it's been closed all this time, too, hasn't it? Stephen was in love with her. Look at that. The old-style maid's sitting room for a little red-headed Irish girl. Very big, isn't it? Wait a minute. I'll get the lights. Look at the dust in the cobwebs. George, look. On the mirror. Yeah. She collected things, all right. True to type. Paper flowers, dance programs, carnival dolls. And the snapshot. Don't you recognize him? What do you mean? Without that stomach and antique dealer's mustache. It's cousin Joel. Yeah. The day at the beach. We knew she was the sunshine girl. Probably played the field. See, isn't there anything from Stephen? The tea was just perfect and I reward you with a rose. Won't you join my sister and me for some phonograph records in the parlor this evening? What happened to me? Notes from Stephen. George, she saved them. There's nothing to give us even a hint about his death. Isn't there? Wait a minute, Bruxy. Listen to this one. Today I told Alice May we should leave this house. It is, Gomi. If you would only say yes to me, there is nowhere on earth we couldn't go in with blessing. You have shown us what sunshine can be. Well, she'd accepted him. But I certainly can't blame her. I'd have run to a fuddy-duddy like that. No, no, no. That's not what I meant, Bruxy. Stephen offered to leave this house. Don't you see what- Mr. Valentine! Miss Edmund! Yeah, but where is she- George, she must be up at the head of the stairs there. From her room. She's like she can't see- Mr. Valentine! There had already been two attempts on this lady's life. And now a third. It was a police matter in the first place, Valentine. Take it easy, Riley. Please, take it easy. Hello, Doctor. Oh, it's about time you got here. Hey, Miss Prickly, as I could. Didn't even know where the maid's quarters were. Here, I'll take her. Oh, I was... I was... I'm all right. Now, uh... Now what happened, Miss Edmund? You ran out to the head of the stairs. You called Valentine. It's all right. You're all right. Just lie still. Look, Valentine, I said I'm taking over. Earlier today, any one of these guys could have got at that milk. What did you say, Riley? I said any one of them. The milk sat there for a good half hour. Any one of them wouldn't have used two poisons, Lieutenant. Huh? That counteracted each other. Well, no, I grant you- Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Morley and Yule, uh... Why don't you go in the other room? You too, Doctor. Miss Brooks can take care of her all right. Well, that's a good idea, Valentine. Sergeant, keep your eye out. Mr. Valentine, I'm trying to remember. I was frightened. I was at the head of the stairs. No, no, wait, please, Miss Edmund. Riley, what did you find out, the records on Steven's death? Well, he committed suicide. Shot himself. Went out to a public place, got drunk, just like ordinary people. Yeah. He had been jilted by a red-headed girl half his age who went away and left him. But he couldn't just cry in his beer. He pulled out a gun, shot himself. In front of witnesses. They don't have people like him anymore. Yes, yes, I told you what it was, Mr. Valentine. It didn't die. We thought your brother's death might have had something to do with all this today. Well, I guess we were wrong. No, it's simpler than you think, Angel. Miss Edmund, you waited to drink the milk until I got here. I what, George? Bruxy, you just said no one person would give two poisons that worked against each other, made someone just a little sick. Well, Miss Edmund is one person who would. Yeah? What is all this? What's the name of it? And she's taken the medicines long enough. She would have known how they'd act. The doctor could have told her. So, Miss Edmund, you wanted me out here to see it all, didn't you? Because that family out there was gonna get you out of this house and you'd sworn you'd stop them. Well, that was your idea of how to do it, wasn't it? Look, Miss Edmund, you're quite fussy. You're meticulous. That glass of milk of yours sat handy on the counter after Johnson prepared it for half an hour. Now, the first words you said to me today were, milk should always be drunk at a certain temperature of warmth. Warm milk. Well, in half an hour, it would have been cold. So why didn't you say something? Why did you drink it without noticing? Unless you were the one who doctored it yourself. What if I did? What if I did? It's my house. Why shouldn't I fight for it? It's mine, not theirs. I can go bankrupt if I want to. So... So that's all it was, huh? Tempest in a teapot. I'm sorry, you poor thing. If it meant so much to you not to leave this place... Yeah, yeah, Riley. We thought the key to the whole thing was her brother. And I wish I didn't have to say that maybe it is. What are you talking about, George? Roxine, we'd left the door to this room open. She could see us from the head of the stairs. Well, I suppose she called out on terror and fainted and fell. Valentine, I don't care. She wasn't pushed, Riley. It was terror. It's seeing us in this room. Yes, Miss Edmund? It's an old-fashioned maid sitting room, Riley. Now, it's only a guess. It's all it can be. But I can think of a way this would all tie together and all for her brother. What's through there, Miss Edmund? That room? Okay, it's the closed-off place. And why Miss Edmund wouldn't leave this house, maybe? Why she couldn't? The memories that held her. Memories of herself. The things she'd done 20 years ago. Okay, let's see what's behind this curtain. Red... red hair. White apron. Yeah, 20 years. It's the Irish servant girl. Back to the conclusion of our let George do it adventure in just a moment. I know, Bruxy, I know. The one people become hermits like that is generally a reason. She was the only one who ever told anybody she'd put the girl on the boat. Including the guy she did it for, I suppose? Only when she told him it didn't do any good. He killed himself. She did it and still lost her brother. She had to stay on and on in this house. This prison of her own making. Miss Alice Mae Edmund. All kinds of loves, I guess, Bruxy. All kinds of people. The white elephant? There's an understatement. You have just heard the white elephant, another let George do it adventure. Robert Bailey was 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 happened when you let George do it. Thank you.