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But to quote from this provocative communique, a fellow Bearcat is in the can for murder. That's not kid stuff, we'll see. That depends on just how old this fellow Bearcat is. Oh, they get old early down there around Dwayne Street. But we haven't had a social evening in a long time, darling. Would you suggest we drop in at the club? With great exactitude, I answer. Yeah. Collie, I hate to think where they dug up that money for your fee. Stuff sounding like a policewoman angel. All the Bearcats just got together and raided their piggy banks. Nice place you got around here, Chuck. It's just an empty store we fixed up. Yeah, but look at that furniture we got. See that red plus chair? Right out of the lobby of the Piccadilly apartment. Shut up, Bonnie, will you? Valentine, I believe in getting right to the point. What's the way I like to do business too, Chuck? What's on your mind? Look, Dan Corey is the real captain of the Bearcats. The cops got him jugged for shivving his stepfather. For what? Shiving him, lady. You know, pushing a knife in him. Oh. Yeah, but he didn't do it, Valentine, even if he said he did. Oh, he admits he did, huh? And just what kind of a miracle do you expect from me, fellas? Just to believe what I'm saying and find out what really happened. Well, I'm here to listen. Well, the Bearcats have our own special rules, see, but they don't go back on them. Yeah, that's right. Let me read them to you, Valentine. Yeah, okay, Bonnie. The guy that goes looking for trouble unless it comes your way is going to get their tails kicked in. Oh, there's nothing wrong with that rule. Try never to cop anything unless it's from an enemy gang. The fine for violating this rule is one buck. Well, there might be some question about that rate. Well, get to the one we're talking about, will you, Bonnie? Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Lead pipe, baseball bats and other harmless things is okay. But don't carry dangerous weapons. You might be tempted to use them and give the club a bad name. Oh, yeah, nothing like trying to stay out of trouble. Violate this rule and you get thrown right out. Yeah, now, Danny made that up himself, see. And he'd rather let you break his arm than break one of his own rules. Okay, Chuck, let's say I believe you. And Danny confessed to the police for reasons of his own. Yeah, that's right. Now, can you think of anyone in the neighborhood who would want to kill Danny's stepfather? Just about everybody. His stepfather was nothing but a pony. Always pushing people around, even Danny's mother. Yeah, but how did the babes go for him? Look, why don't you drop dead? Don't you see we got a lady present? Oh, don't let me cramp your style. What else about Cory? Well, he was in some kind of a racket with Leo's Sudan, see. They worked out at a Swedish pool room on Malone Street. Uh-huh. Well, you're going to take it on, Valentin? Um, what would you say, Bruxy? Well, George, I'd say if so many of the other guys are so sure about Danny being innocent, they may have something there. Yeah, I was thinking something like that myself. Bruxy, you drop in and see Danny's mother. She lives just down the block, number 33. And while you do that, Angel, I'll get out of the jail and have a talk with Danny. Just what did happen that night, Danny? The story is the same every time they make me tell it. I came home that night from the club. He was in the door, so I just walked in. Yeah. Well, my... I mean, the man who married my mother was leaving. He had his bags all packed. I knew right then he was throwing her over, so I... Yeah, I know. But how is it that the police didn't find the knife? Well, I threw it in the river. Yeah. Why'd you go to all that trouble, Danny? And then walk up to the carpenter, beat and confess. I don't know. I guess I was just half crazy. Oh, I see. So now you know. I don't think I know anything about you yet, Danny. I think you're holding out on me. All right, never mind about me. But do you think you're playing fair with Chuck, Barney and the others? Think of those guys getting up all that dough and then hiring you... Well? Ah, they're nuts, all of them. And don't think I'm sorry for what I did. Cory had a coming to him. You don't treat any woman the way he treated my mother. I ought to know. And after that swell way, my real father always acted. Boring. All right, then. I'll take it easy. You're just wasting your time, Mr. Valentine. Forget it. Uh-uh, Danny. I can be just as tough as you. I'll be seeing you, kid. Miss Brooks. I know, Danny, admitted he killed Phil. But if anybody's to blame, it's me. Oh, mothers have a habit of blaming themselves, Mrs. Cory. Yeah, but I knew how he worshipped his own father, and yet I married a man like Phil, a man who lived his days in a pool of power. He wasn't the father I should have picked for my boy. But you had the right to make your own choice. Danny and his stepfather fought right from the beginning. There was no peace in the house. That's when Danny became an altogether different boy. Started that gang of his. Oh, I suppose I should have known something like this was going to happen. Why do you say that, Mrs. Cory? A few weeks after we were married, Phil was coming upstairs from that pool, Parler. Danny was waiting for him. He pushed Phil down the stairs. I opened the door just in time to see him. All Danny did was look at me and walk out. Well, that's just going to make it look all the worse for Danny when he comes up for trial. Oh, I know. I know. Everybody thinks he did it, but I can't believe it. Oh, I didn't know you had company, Mrs. Cory. Sorry. Well, that's all right, Mrs. Ravel. Come in. This is Miss Brooks, a good friend. How do you do? Hello. I do hope you've been able to talk some sense into Mrs. Cory. She can't just sit around moping all day. You've been very kind. Kind, my foot. I know what it means to feel you're all alone in the world. You forget I spent half my life in hallrooms in the strange towns when I was in the chorus line. I think I'd better be running along. And you don't have to worry about Mrs. Cory, not a bit, dearie. Like I told her, as long as I own this rooming house, there'll always be a place for her here, and I own it. All right. Best kind of security for someone in show business. Like my late husband used to say, Oh, now, now, all you need is a good sleep, and I'm going to see that you get it. That's good advice, Mrs. Cory. You want to look your best when you see your son. See him. Dan won't talk to me. He won't let me visit him in jail. Well, sometimes things change awfully fast, Mrs. Cory. So suppose we just wait and see. So Dan? Yeah. Who are you? Let's go somewhere and talk. Did you see him in the middle of a fool game? What you trying to do, jinx me? Hey, wait a minute. How'd you know my name? I never seen you before. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be right with you. I asked you a question, friend. And what gives? I thought we might have a little talk about what happened to Phil. You know your business partner. You a dick? No. But I'm not just the inquiring reporter either. Okay, whoever you are. Scram. I got five bucks on this game. What was the deal between you and Cory? The numbers, rackets, slot machines? What was it? I said beat it. Wouldn't you be at all curious if I told you maybe it wasn't Cory's kid who knifed him? Me? I ain't got a curious bone in my body. Okay, have it your way, Sudan. But I think you can tell me a lot outside. I've got one thing to tell you. This looks like the only way to hold it. I've got to pull you down, Leo. Now tell me what to do, sweetheart. Give me that cue. That's better. I try to run a respectable place. And talking about that, you better put the pool ball back in the table too, Mike. Oh, that's... Glad you reminded me. Leo almost got it between his teeth. Sweet, this guy's been asking me about Phil Cory. You don't say. Hey, look, be a nice fellow, Mr. Run Along. Leo wants to finish his game. You and him got a beef, see him later. Somewhere else. Okay, you win. I know when I'm not wanted. Don't get me wrong, pal. Not against your personal. Just that I pride myself on running a nice, peaceable recreation park. You know, Sweet, you're a man with ideals. I like that. And you've broken down ideals too. What's that supposed to mean? I never get kicked out of the same place twice. I mean, and still leave it nice and peaceable. Hi, Valentine. Huh? Oh, Barney. Where'd you come from? Oh, I was in that alley there all the time. I was waiting for you to come out of the Sweet's place. Now what do you call this? Bearcat Protection? Oh, no, no, no. I just thought you liked some company or something. What are you carrying there, anyway? That's a camera. You ought to see some of the pictures I took with it. Hey, that's a pretty expensive deal. What'd you get it? Oh, don't worry, Valentine. It's mine, all right. I can imagine. Now, what's the real gig, Barney? One of your club members is going to be on my tail all the time? Oh, no, nothing like that. We know you can take care of yourself. I just happened to be loitering in the alley, it's all. Be quick, Valentine. Get the store away. No, Barney, what is it? Don't ask me no questions. Come on. Yes, you're dragging me in this doorway. Boy, look at that car turning around. It's getting a works. I wish I could take a picture of it. Hey, what works, Barney? What's going on? Give. Chuck figured you might be followed when you let the Swedes see. So the Bearcats were already on the roofs up and down the street. They must have seen that car was trailing you. How do you like that? But all that stuff out there on the street. Oh, the street cleaner department will clean that all up in the morning. Nothing but ash, cans, bricks, cans of garbage, things like that. I suppose I should say thanks. We wasn't going to let anybody wake you over. And you notice we didn't use no guns or knives. Oh, yeah. Perfect little gentleman. Yeah, that's right. But what did you find out about Danny, huh? Nothing much, kid. Except now there are at least two characters who do anything to keep me from finding out what really happened to Phil Corey. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. But first, a word to the wise motorist. If you have an oil filter on your car, remember it needs a little attention now and then. In fact, the filter element should be replaced every 6,000 miles. Perhaps you've had that much service from your oil filter. You'll find the element is bulging with two or three pounds of dirt, most of it carbon and metal particles. And then it can no longer clean the engine oil. So to keep the engine oil in your car cleaner for longer periods, just make sure the oil filter element is replaced every 6,000 miles. It's another speedy service they're glad to do for you at standard stations and independent Chevron gas stations where they say, and mean, we'll take better care of your car. And now back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. Well, you find yourself working with a gang of rough kids called the Bearcats just about as tough as they come. They won't believe that one of their members, Dan Corey, is guilty of murdering his stepfather. You play along because you don't believe young Danny did it either. And that's why, like George Valentine, you find yourself with Bruxy in the one room headquarters of the Bearcats right now addressing the membership. All right, all right, now all you guys, play them up. Come on, stop yapping, will you? I mean, the meeting will come to order. We've got some official business to discuss. Okay, Mr. Valentine, the floor's yours. Oh, yeah, thanks a lot, Shucki. Well, fellas, before I get started, what do you say about unloading some of those harmless weapons your Constitution allows you to carry? Okay, I'm waiting, fellas. Come on up, put them on the table. Well, come on, fellas, you're not afraid to walk down the streets like everybody else without all that stuff. Or are you? Okay, okay, you heard what the lady said. Come on, get clean, will you? Thank you, Angel. Hey, did you hear that? He called her Angel. All right, all right, forget it. All right, Valentine, what about Danny? I'm coming to that right now. I don't have anything like real proof to clear him. What? Hey, look, look, what paying you 100 bucks? You're supposed to have all the answers. Yeah, that's right, like you said in that ad, you had in the paper. Please, boys, let Mr. Valentine finish. You see, fellas, it isn't as easy as you think. Before I can help Danny, you've got to have absolute proof of his innocence. After you left the Swedes and talked to Sudan, somebody tried to get you. That ought to be enough for you to work on. It'd be a lot easier if I was sure we were telling each other all we know about this thing. The truth is, unless I'm sure of that, I'm pretty much of a blind alley. Now, somebody here knows what I mean. Uh, you win, Valentine. Here. No, no, no. That's an ugly-looking knife. See, Danny's old man brought it back with him when he'd come home to Pacific. He got it off a jab. Now, where did you get it, Chuck? Uh, I may as well tell you the whole thing. See, I was standing on a corner that night right next to the candy store. Danny went upstairs for something. The next thing I know, he was giving this to me. He said, uh, make sure you ditch it, Chuck. Then he goes right over and gives himself up to a cop. Well, weren't you afraid that if this knife were found with Danny's fingerprints on it, it'd make the case really open and shut? Yeah, yeah, I thought of that, Angel. I mean, Miss Brooks. Then why were you so careful to preserve the fingerprints, Chuck? I see you got it all wrapped up in a handkerchief. Look, I got more than half a brain, Valentine. If they convicted Danny and he didn't have a chance, I was gonna come up with this. Maybe there'd be some other fingerprints on it besides this. Uh-huh. Smart thinking, Chuck. Hey, huh, Brooks, you take this knife down to Lieutenant Riley and ask him to check the prints. Oh, George, you know he's bound to ask questions. Tell him I'll talk to him later. Right now, I gotta get to work. Here's Barney. Yeah? All these harmless weapons. Get rid of them, will you? Throw them in the river. Throw them in the river? Oh, look, it's up to you guys. Either get rid of this stuff or I forget I ever heard of Danny. Oh, wait a minute. He's right. Come on, he's right. Good, that's the idea. Now, with what you told me about the knife, Chuck, maybe I can really start getting places. I told Chuck to get rid of that knife. What's he trying to do to me? Danny, wasn't that the knife your father brought back from the Pacific just for you? Oh, he brought back all kinds of other souvenirs, too. It was hanging over the mantelpiece in the front room. You were very proud of it, weren't you? I saw it hanging there, so when I got mad at my... I mean, it... here, my... I grabbed it, and I let him have it. You're lying through your teeth, Danny. The police, please. You're trying to protect somebody. You went right out and gave yourself up. But first, you made very sure you got rid of the knife. Now, why? He asked me that before. Yeah, but this time, I don't need the answer. So long, Danny. I'll still be seeing. Swede, you and Sudan had me followed last night because you were afraid I might find out you were making book on the racism back at this joint. What are you talking about? I told you, Valentine, I run a peaceable pool party. Or on the other hand, I don't think you would have gone to all that trouble just for that. Maybe it was because the police didn't find just a railroad ticket, the key to his place, and things like that on Corrie. You also found quite a lot of toll. The police never overlook anything, do they? Was he trying to get out of town with your cash, boys? Listen, Valentine, I never liked to get a tough button. Oh, one more thing. Stop shoving me with that oversized bay window of yours. Speak your peace and get out. Okay. I found a murder weapon, the knife. Now, that ought to tell us who the murderer is. You don't say. Excuse me. I gotta get back to my pool game. You, my friend, you're getting out of here. Go on. You hurt me. Go on out. Not before I give way to an impulse of head since I first saw that big fear belly of yours. Well, Brooksy, there's nothing we can do, but wait here in the hall till Danny's mother gets back. May as well sit here on the stairs and make ourselves comfortable. Uh-huh. You don't know the job I had persuading Lieutenant Riley to let me bring this knife back with me. Why'd you want it anyway, George? Oh, just a hunch angel. Make him in handy. About damn it. When they arrested him, all they found was a key to the door and a couple of dollars in change. For those fingerprints, I don't see how... I don't have ahold of the angel. Oh, hello, Mrs. Corey. Oh, Mr. Brooks. This is Mr. Valentine. Remember, I was telling you about it. Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Valentine? Now, look, Mrs. Corey, there's no time to waste. Dan's trial begins tomorrow. I know. I know that's why I've been out walking and walking. I don't even think what to do next. Corey, your son thinks you killed your husband. Are you sure, George? What are you saying, Mr. Valentine? When he came in that night, your husband was already dead on the floor. Dan saw the knife. He was sure you did it. Oh, no. He knew the police had reason that only two people could be inside here along with Corey. You and he. So he took the blame. That's why it was so important to Dan to get rid of the knife. He didn't want any suspicion to point to his mother. But what am I gonna do? I didn't kill Phil and neither did Danny. Where were you that night, Mrs. Corey? A good, tiny alibi had helped. I don't know where I was. Just like today, I left the house and started walking. It didn't matter where. Phil told me he was gonna leave me. I'd lost my son and my husband. I'll get it. Sorry, Mrs. Corey. You might keep walking in when you have company. Oh, hello, Mrs. Revelle. Hello. George, this is Mrs. Corey's landlady. Oh, I'm glad somebody's with you. I wanted you to have this nice hot soup. Thank you. I didn't want to knock on the door and disturb you, but I didn't have my key. Now just sit down and have some of this. Oh, Mrs. Revelle. Yes. I'd like to talk to you a minute. Could we go on the other over? I'll take that trade for Mrs. Corey. Talk to me about what, Mr. Valentine? Just a minute. Yes. Mrs. Revelle, I'm doing all I can to help Mrs. Corey and Danny. And I know you are too. I've done my best. Well, maybe you can do me a favor. Do you want to go on the murder weapon? Oh, you did? Well, I hope it means something. Or something good. Yeah, I hope so, too. Now here's what I'd like you to do. The knife is wrapped in a handkerchief. You'll find it in the desk of the store at 19 and a half Dwayne Street, the Bearcat Social Club. What? I want you to go over there and get it and bring it back here. But why me, Mr. Valentine? Well, because I can't leave here and neither can Mrs. Brooks. You see, we're expecting Lieutenant Raleigh, the police and a couple of other people. Now, if you'll do this little thing for me, you'll be saving me an awful lot of trouble. But it'll take me a few minutes to make myself presentable. Well, take your time, Mrs. Ravelle. The important thing is, what happens after you come back with that knife? Brooks, see you know what to do, now get on it. I gotta use that whole phone here. I suppose it would be impolite if I asked what was going on. No time, Angel. I have to call Lieutenant Raleigh. Ask him to have a squad car, pick up Sudan and the suite and bring him over here. Oh, that's all very enlightening. Now get going. Mrs. Ravelle is not gonna take forever to make herself presentable. Now, if I can only get Barney on the phone. So be sure you got it straight, Barney. Remember, I'm depending on you. You're the only one who can do this thing for me. And get over here as soon as you can. So long. All right, sweet Sudan. You may as well sit down. Why'd the cops pick us up and bring us here? Oh, we'll get to that. Oh, Mrs. Corey, you didn't have any of that soup. She'll have it some other time, Mrs. Ravelle. Valentine, nobody's got anything against us. You can't hold us here. Uh-huh. Gentlemen, I told you about the murder weapon. Well, here it is. What are we supposed to do? Paint? Mr. Valentine, what is it? I can't stand this much longer. I hope you won't have to, Mrs. Corey, and I... Oh, hey, Mr. Valentine. It took me a little time to get that picture developed. What picture do you want? Let me see that, Barney. Yeah. Uh-huh. It's the first time I took a picture from inside a closet. Turned out good, huh? Yeah, very good, very good. Picture of you, Mrs. Ravelle. Taking the knife out of the desk. What? Well, you told me to do that. You sent me there. I didn't tell you to wipe off the fingerprints as you're doing here in this picture. And that's what she is doing, George. You were afraid your fingerprints would be found on the knife, weren't you, Mrs. Ravelle? I never saw that knife before. Sorry, but I won't explain away what you were doing in this picture. Besides, the fingerprints were already taken off the handle down at headquarters. Mrs. Ravelle, I can't believe that you'd... Don't be a fool. Uh-huh. Imagine me calling you a fool. There wasn't a good-looking woman in the whole neighborhood filled it and tried to make time with. I thought he was going to leave you for me. Then when he told me he was going away alone, I killed him. And if you didn't, sister, we might have. Cory was taking it on the lamb with our dough. But, George, Lieutenant Roddy found only one set of fingerprints. Just Danies, I know, yeah. He wiped off what he thought were his mother's fingerprints. Then my fingerprints weren't... No, no. You were quite safe, Mrs. Ravelle. Although I suspected you, I had to have proof. And you supplied it. I wonder what it was right in this world. All right, come up, will ya? Hey, stop yapping! I mean, the banquet will now come to an end. Hey, listen, before we get started, Chuck, I got something to say to Mr. Valentine. And I want the rest of you guys to listen to, will ya? Okay, okay, okay. I already told you, Mr. Valentine, how I feel after what you did for me. But there's something else. Nobody but you would have gone along with a gang like us. You believed everything Chuck told you. You trusted Barney and all of us. You're stuck by us. I guess the Bearcats have been a little off the beam. But you can take my word for it. After this, we're gonna straighten up and fly ride. We're gonna start our baseball team and use those bats the way they were meant to be used. Well, I, uh... Well, fellas after that, I... I don't think there's anything to add, except, uh... Well, let's see. Sure. And don't worry about the food, Mr. Valentine. We paid for it with our own money. Oh, yeah. Uh, Mr. Valentine, how did you suspect that Mrs. Ravel, anyway? Well, it was all a matter of keys, Barney. Whoever killed Cory had to be inside the apartment. Yeah? When Danny came upstairs that night, he found a key in the door. The police took it as evidence. Mrs. Cory had her key. Bill Cory's key was found on him and you, Danny, they found your key on you and you were arrested. Now, the only person who didn't have a key, had to knock to get in, was of all people a landlady. A landlady? How do you like him? Order, order. Come on, everybody. Wait a minute. I got a motion, hey. What this club needs is an honorary captain. Well, you already decided who it's gonna be, huh, fellas? You only have. Oh, no. Now, wait a minute, fellas, wait a minute, fellas. You don't have to do that after all. Sorry, Mr. Valentine. We was really thinking about Angel. I mean Miss Brooks. What really makes your car go? The big three factors, of course, are ignition, air, and fuel. And that last one, fuel, is mighty important. Most any gasoline mixed with air and then ignited will furnish enough power to make your car go. But to get the most out of your car, try Chevron Supreme gasoline, the premium fuel that's tailored to each different climate and altitude zone. Chevron Supreme has special blending agents that make your car start with a snap. 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Tonight's adventure of George Valentine has been brought to you by Standard of California on behalf of independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West. Let George do it, stars Robert Bailey as George, with Frances Robinson as Claire. Tonight's story was written by David Victor and Herbert Little Jr. and directed by Don Clark. Also heard in the cast, Irene Tedros as Mrs. Corey, Gloria Blondel as Mrs. Ravel, Tommy Cook as Danny, Tony Barrett as Chuck, Sidney Miller as Barney, Herb Litton as Sudan, and Jack Krushen as Sweep. The music is composed and conducted by Eddie Dunstetter. You're an outster, John Heaston. Listen again next week, same time, same station, to let George do it. Chool Don Lee Broadcasting System.