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I know what I'm doing. Well, hurry up, huh? Get it over with, the four of us. We'll need a piece of paper envelope here in your jacket. Do you mind? Of course I do. It's got my name on it. Valentine. George Valentine. What? Oh, your wife's letter from somebody named Valentine. Ah, if I'd know her friends. Here, here's a blank sheet, club stationery. Couldn't we get on with the... Dear Mrs. Ames, I am so sorry to hear of your concern over your husband. Naturally, I will do whatever I can to help. Sincerely, George Valentine. Give me that. Concern. How do you like it? What's the stalling, both of you? All right, all right, draw one. Go on, draw a card. Me? Go out, Salto. All right, nine of diamonds. Yeah. Norton. Heh. Nine of clubs. Nine again? Give me one of those. Jack, diamonds. All right, Chester. Chester. Huh? Your turn. Draw. Oh, I'm all right. Draw. Oh, yes. King, King of Hearts. Look, Chester drew the King of Hearts. Shut up. You understand, Chester. High card. Yes. Yes, the paper. Here, here. You can use the pen. I'm all right. Hi, Jeffrey Chester. Hereby confess, one year ago to this date, it was I who murdered Miss Dorothy Pullman. After 10 o'clock now, Chester. I'd like to have a drink or two. I'll have to run down to my boarding house. There's a bill I should pay. The watchman's spare gun is in the locker room, and it would look better if you did it at the same place that... Leave him alone, Salto. I'm all right. I could run downtown first, then come back, have the drinks if I could borrow your car, Mr. Ames. Sure, Chester. Let's go over and get you my car. Sure. Thank you. You don't have to worry any of you. I'll be back. The club bar, drinks. We always had two, she and I. But I'm all right. You can mail my confession of guilt to the police. I got the high card. I'll be dead by midnight. Are you Sylvia? The big idea that led her in my coat pocket. Miss Valentine, who is he? Oh, there you are. So sorry to hear of your concern over your husband. All the meddling... This is Mr. Valentine. Miss Brooks, my husband, Mr. Ames. How do you do, Mr. Ames? My foot and my mouth. Just who are you? Did you have a nice time, darling? Where have you been? Oh, over to the club. Yeah, they let me in, just playing a little card. Look, Mr. Ames, I had a letter from your wife. My wife is leaving me. What difference does it make? Go on, get out. She's hired snoopers before, my friend. Wait till you come. Oh, shut up. Listen to me. You were beaten up the other night. Come out of here. Get yourself out of here. Oh, no, you won't. Stop it. No, listen. What's the matter with you, friend? Victor, that was your car, wasn't it? Driving away? Yes. That's a loan to do. Somebody needs it for a while tonight. It's got some things to do. Mr. Ames, I know I'm budding in, but your wife has been worried and I'm over here. Please. I'm going. Back over to the club. There's nothing anybody can do now except to make things worse. What? Darling! Send him home, Sylvia. I'll take care of myself. I put your letter in his pocket on purpose, Mr. Valentine. He'll never listen to me or believe me. It was certainly an understatement when you said he was upset. Yes. But you haven't said why yet. Now, just what's going on tonight, Mrs. Ames? Where's your husband really been? I don't know. Playing cards, I guess. He doesn't generally, but no harm could come out of that, could it? Maybe not. You said he'd been beaten up. Oh yes, I know he's in danger. Go on, go on. Your husband's a lawyer, isn't he? He was until a year ago. His practice disappeared on him. What do you mean? Suspicion? Distrust? Whispers? This is a small town, Mr. Valentine. A very nice town. My husband used to be a very nice person. What happened? Have you ever heard of the Dorothy Fullman murder case? Well, yes, yes. I think so only. I don't remember. It was never solved. She was murdered, beaten up. It was horrible. They never even found the weapon. Police, experts, everyone's been over a million times. It was a whole year ago. They'll never get a confession from anyone. Mrs. Ames, was your husband... My husband was very nearly tried for that murder. Oh, I see. But then if he weren't tried then... There are people in this town who believe, who really believe that he killed her. Who will always believe it. There wasn't any actual evidence. But the circumstances... Horrible, sordid, awful. Now look, Mrs. Ames... Mr. Valentine, we have children. I'm taking them away. I have to. He won't leave. He... He's so mixed up, bitter. I don't know what he'll do. It keeps getting worse and worse. All right, all right. Now just take it easy. I'll go after him, see if there is anything I can do. You'll never listen to me. Bruxy, stay here, will you? Get her off to the train. Mrs. Ames, just tell me one thing, will you? Do, uh... Do you think your husband killed this Dorothy Fulman? Mr. Valentine, I don't want anything worse to happen. I... I say, excuse me. You're Mr. Valentine, aren't you? George Valentine? Uh, yeah, yeah. I was looking for the club dormant. My name is Norton. This is quite a pleasure. I've heard of you. I've seen your name here and there. Oh, is that so? Uh, see here. Join me on the veranda for a cup of coffee, will you? Hospitality of our little club. I'm sorry, Mr. Norton. I'm looking for a man named Ames. Oh, yes. Victor Ames, splendid chap. Haven't seen him in some time. Might be here later. We can wait together. I said I'm sorry, Mr. Norton. Well, I certainly don't intend to be pushy. Or wait a moment. Perhaps I should be a bit more honest and say there's a little matter I'd like your advice on. I'd still go looking for Mr. Ames. Even if I said the little matter concerned, Mr. Ames? You twist my arm. Then we can do better than the veranda, I think. People there. There's a lounge in the locker room. All right. Through here? To your left. Generally closed at night. But there we are. Okay. Now, what's the story? Nothing so very important, but, uh, sit down. Sit down. How'd you know who I was out there? Well, Ames had mentioned you were coming. You said you haven't seen him lately. Try again. Really, Mr. Norton? What was that? Hey, anybody in here? Welcome up. Blue shirt. Private police? Just a moment. Yes, yes, he is, uh, Mr. Valentine. Let go of me? Well, what are you doing here? Ah, what do you mean? Stop it. Who are you? Hey, hey, what is it? Jimmy. Jimmy, I found this man. Break it up, break it up. Break what up, John? I found him in here. I left my wallet in my locker. All right, all right. Oh, it's you, Mr. Norton. He was snooping Jimmy. Now my wallet's gone. He took it. He must have. Oh, brother. What am I supposed to do? Search him. Oh, but he won't have it, will he? That's not the way they work. But, uh, he's trespassing. You can lock him up for that. I'll see the steward for charges. I'm sorry, Mr. Norton. What? I said I'm sorry. You're not going to prefer anything. Good night. Jimmy, my father was the founder of this club. When I issue an order to one of the painting boys, I expect that. Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. Issue away. Only someplace else, huh? I'll handle this end. Good night, Mr. Norton. Jimmy, I am never in my life in shoes. Good night. Yes. Good night. Well, that was something. Okay, bud. Hand it over. What? Oh, now, wait a minute. You don't mean you believe that old school ties gag about... and still you boot him out? The wallet, bud. Oh, sure. Mine. Here. Credentials. The works. Good enough. Well, I didn't exactly figure. Valentine, huh? Yeah, that's right. Only look, Buster. Why? Why'd you treat him like that? Will him like lettuce before you even know what he had to say? Because I have no use for the high and mighty Mr. Norton. And don't worry, I won't get in trouble, either. He may be down now. But he's being eased out the side door of this club anyway. All four of them are. All four. Would you clear that up? You ever hear the Dorothy Fulman murder? Well, that nice dignified man there, that Norton. For my money, he's the one that killed it. All right, so you've got your opinions, Jimmy. It's just an opinion. I'll stick to it, Mr. Valentine. There wasn't any concrete evidence against either him or Victor Ames. And what did you mean all four of them? And why did Norton want to stall me like that? That's all he was trying to do. Keep me away from something. Yeah, the detective, mister. Oh, excuse me. Huh? Hello, Mr. Chester. Oh, Jimmy. Just standing here, having a couple of drinks. I was downtown. Yes, that's done. Looks like you've had enough. Oh, no, no, no. I'm all right. I'm fine. I'm all right. Sure, sure, Mr. Chester. See him? Hmm. Oh, that guy? He's one of them. Say it faster, will you? One of the four. Dorothy Fulman was murdered in her house just over the bluffs across the golf course. Yeah. They never got enough evidence. They never will. But the police did prove that it couldn't be anybody else. It had to be one of the four men mixed up with it. Who are they? Mr. Norton, Ames, big fool always in trouble. Another man named Salto. He asked me he couldn't have got the first base with it. And Chester there. Oh, I get it. Not much left of Chester, is there? All of them have changed. But he don't even know what he's doing anymore. Hmm. Nobody will confess? No evidence. Oh, Jimmy. Jimmy, come here. No, no, no. I'm right behind you. Hmm? That's Victor Reigns with him, isn't it? With the Stuart Shortes. Valentine. Yeah, we catch up again, friend. It's a busy night. Excuse me, gentlemen. Jimmy, there's trouble in here. What? The card room. The one with the back entrance. I put those cards in there myself just this evening. Valentine, I've got to see you all night. Hold on, hold on. Would you? Go on, Stuart. This deck of cards. Some men have been playing in there, apparently, or drawing high man or something. What is it? What's the matter? Well, sir, it's more puzzling than anything else at a club like this. Someone was being dishonest. Rather hasty job, but here you see, this deck has been marked. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. In the average car, believe it or not, there are something like 7,000 separate parts. But no single unit needs more exacting care than the automatic transmission. It can be damaged by just the smallest amount of dirt. Low fluid level also would be harmful to this precision made unit. Now, if your car has an automatic transmission, here's the way to keep it in order to avoid trouble and expensive repair. Have this vital part checked every thousand miles at a standard station or independent Chevron gas station. Here, the men are carefully trained in the care of automatic transmissions. It's important to have the fluid drained and refilled at regular intervals. Superior care of automatic transmissions is another car saver service at independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations where they say, and mean, we take better care of your car. Now, back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. Nine of diamonds. Nine of clubs. Jack diamonds. Your turn, Chester. Draw. Yes, I'm king of hearts. I hereby confess one year ago it was I who murdered Miss Dorothy Fullman. I got the high card. I'll be dead by midnight. Only if your name is George Valentine, all you know is that Dorothy Fullman murder case has never been solved. There were four suspects, but the police have disbared of ever finding out who her murderer was. Yes, all you know is that Mrs. Ames was worried about the strange behavior of her husband and more recently that four men have been playing cards in the back card room of the local club and that the steward says the deck of cards is marked. No, no, they can't be given help. Hey, take it easy, Mr. Ames. Let's see, Stuart. They're not marked. What's bothering you so much, Mr. Ames? It's a crude job. Yes, Jimmy, a little tix in the edges like this. The person who did it could tell the cards, all right. Get out of here, both of you. Jimmy, Stuart. Hey, hey, slow down, Buster. Look, I've got to see you, Valentine. I've got to see you along. Have you been sampling some of that stuff Chester uses, Mr. Ames? What's so important about Chester? Chester. Hey, where you going, Miss Ames? He was downtown. He's back now. Buster, will you please? The bar is here and the bar is having those last two drinks. Wow, there you are. Oh, hello, Angel. Oh, Mr. Ames, I saw your wife to the station. She said to tell you... Yes, yes. Of course. Where is he? What? Little guy, Brooksy. He was in here a few minutes ago. He was having a couple of drinks. Yeah, he's gone now. Well, I did see somebody leaving just when I came in. He looked like he could use a little sleep. It's five minutes to 12. Time for you to clear it up, friend. Where's Chester going? What's happening tonight? Could have been any one of us. I mean, the cards, marking them. But I didn't try to save my own skin. I would have gone through it if I'd been a high man. What on earth? I tried to remember. The watchman's spare gun, that was it. Quit pulling bust at what? Yeah, the closet, the back hall. Come on, hurry. Will you, the watchman's gun, that was it. Only the cupboard was bare. He's taken it already. Chester. Certainly no gun in here. We drew. High man. He had the King of Hearts. Little Chester, the weakest one in the whole bunch. Didn't even seem to react. What are you... I know I'm talking wildly. I'll explain later. We've got to find him first. We're with you, all right. But who's he going to use this gun on? Who's he? Oh, isn't it perfectly obvious, Mr. Valentine? On himself. It's just like Jimmy said. I'll sell her by the bluffs across the golf course. He certainly deserted looking for sale, for leave. Chester must be here. It's where he'd come. Dorothy Fullman's house, huh? Where she was killed? Yes, in the living room. Found her body there. Beat me to death. Doors open, you see? Chester. Honey's not here. The fall guy. Well, we're a long way on the outside of that old crime now, aren't we? Perhaps we beat him here, missed him in the dark. Chester! What do you mean, George? Ames here knows what I mean. This is where it happened. It wasn't a pleasant crime. And inside a man, a terrible thing like that can get bigger in a year, huh? Mr. Valentine, I didn't kill her. Sure, sure. That's what they all say. But Buster, I'm just finally beginning to understand. What a hopeless crazy thing is happening tonight. Wait a minute, George, listen. Upstairs. Come on. Chester? Where are you, Chester? It's me, Victor Ames. Salto. Salto, what are you doing here? Mr. Valentine's all right, Salto. He knows the whole story now. But I didn't mark any cards. It wasn't me. Then what are you doing here, Salto, hiding from me? Leave him alone, Ames. Leave him alone. And never mind who marked the cards. Well, what do you think, Bruxy? Four men actually drawing to see which one would be a fall guy. Which one would confess to a murder? I don't believe it. Oh, yes. It's very easy for the two of you to talk like that. I told them it was a ridiculous... Same as Russian roulette. Spin the cartridge wheel. See who gets the bullet. Yeah, they couldn't stand to be pointed at. The suspicion, the shadow of guilt. The crime that would never be solved otherwise. Yes, I told them that. But Ames and Norton kept saying... You were willing enough, Salto. Or you didn't have any solution anywhere to keep yourself from going insane. Maybe you can't believe it, Miss Brooks. Why should you? You don't have a private hell to live in. I don't think that's exactly what she meant, Ames. Sure, I know it's not like in books where people just forget about murder, but to try to dig yourself out of a swamp by drawing, taking one chance and four of being tapped for guilt, just to lay all the ghosts for the others. If we did it so what, we did it. We've nearly killed each other trying to make each other confess anyway. I was thinking about the second part of the bargain. Suicide for the elected guilty one. Yeah, to make sure the police would accept that confession. Mr. Ames, you might have gone through with it. You're that kind. But I just don't believe that most men would... Shake, Angel. All right, how about it, Salto? That's why you're here, isn't it? To see if Chester would go through with something that you wouldn't do yourself. That I? I'm sorry, Victor. I wouldn't have. I couldn't have. I went along with it, of course I did. If I'd been a high card, I don't know what I would have done, but... Okay, there's one down. Wet feet. By this time, Chester must be aboard the nearest freight train, headed for parts unknown. Chester, he signed the confession. But he wouldn't do it. I know he'd been drinking, but... The last moment is a little hard to pull a trigger. Is that so? You're so sure, aren't you? Moonlight out there. Window, come in. Look. It's him. It's Chester. But he's not coming toward the house. He's just walking. That's the path runs up by the bluffs. Yes, and if anything happens to him, it's our fault, Salto. Come on, step on it. Run! Chester! Chester! What's the matter with him? He doesn't even listen. Don't look out, George. Yeah, these bluffs are pretty steep, aren't they? Chester! I'm going to climb up this way, too. Come on, Buster. You just stay behind me with Miss Brooks. Valentine! There's another way this whole thing tonight can work. But I'm going to see that it doesn't. George, stay still! What a... Norton! Get out of here, leave him alone. Norton, wouldn't you now? Stay still! I'm warning you, I have a gun. Oh, yeah, sure. The one from the Watchman's Locking. He didn't take you, Chester didn't take you. What's all this? So you did. Sure, sure. You guys wouldn't just make a deal for somebody to commit suicide. You'd get him to write a confession and murder him. He killed her. He killed the other woman. He confessed. George is up on the edge. Look at him. Leave him alone. He'll jump. I tell you, look at the way he's acting. I just followed him. Forgive him. The gun he didn't take. Listen to me. It will all be over for all of us. Are you inhuman? Let it happen. If you don't, it'll be the same thing over and over again. George! Yeah, look. We can't stop him from here. And he does look like he wants to jump. Okay, so I've been wrong, so I... Get out of the way with that gun! Okay, now you're all right. Stay there. All of you. Chester! Mr. Chester! Yes? Mr. Chester, now you listen to me. I can't reach you. But get away now. There's something I'm going to do. Yeah, I know. I know. Kill yourself. But you were supposed to do it where she died, weren't you? Wasn't that the agreement, Chester, to make it look good? Can you understand me, Mr. Chester? I'm all right. That's it. That's it. Just keep looking at me. It should have been the living room, though. Or were they always wrong? She was beaten, bruised. I remember they said they never found a weapon. Was it really up here that she died? Did she dump? Was she thrown? It would have looked the same if somebody then carried her body back to her house. I'm going to jump, you know. Get back! No, you're not. You're too curious, Chester. This year, since Dorothy Fulman died, you've been the worst for the one who really killed her. Don't you think so, Mr. Chester? What? What do you mean? What admitting it is worse. Some people can't ever do that. They'd rather die than do that. I'm going to jump. You can't stop me. But you don't even want your death to be a confession, do you? Well, they gave you a chance, the little card drawing. You know the masked deck. The marked one would be found sooner or later. You deliberately left it behind. No, no, go away now. The world would say your confession was a fraud. You are poor little patsy. Well, any of them could have marked the cards Norton, Salter, and... The high man marked him. The guilty man, Chester. All I've said is built on that. When there's a drawing, a man can't make another man take a certain card. So if he marks them, he only marks them for himself. Check. Yes, yes, I understand, but... To pick his own card. But the lowest card picked tonight was a nine. If a man wanted a low card, that's not very safe, is it, with 52 cards in the deck? You know it baffled me for a while, until I saw that you really did want to die. She was faceless. She was bad. Get out of my way! Oh, no, you don't! Now, Chester, hang on! You're gonna live, Buster. You're gonna write a real confession. George, it did work out that way, didn't it? Yeah, yeah, Bruxy. They pieced it together again. That's why Chester went up to the bluffs instead of taking the gun. That's how he had killed Dorothy, a woman a year back. And if the first confession had gone through, if he'd shot himself, nobody ever would have believed it. Well, the other three would have always thought they railroaded the poor little punchy. Yeah, trade their private little hells for new ones. Mrs. Ames went still in love with her husband and called you here. George, isn't it? Remarkable what a woman will do for the man she loves. Remarkable. Forgive? Forget? Protect? I'll remember that. Darling. The very next time I'm suspected of murder. Oh! Good night, Bruxy. This is probably the reason why no repairs to the running gear or engine have been necessary. I thought you'd like to know about it, unquote. Well, friends, that's why RPM is first choice where driving gear is used. 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Let George do it is written by David Victor and Jackson Gillis and directed by Don Clark. Larry Dobkin was heard as Ames, Bob Griffin as Chester, Harold Deer and Forth as Salto, Ted Osburn as Norton, Lureen Tuttle as Mrs. Ames and Bob Bruce as Jimmy. The music is composed and presented by Eddie Dunstetter, your announcer, John Heaston. Listen again next week, same time, same station, to let George do it. This is the Mutual Don Lee Broadcasting System.