 Personal notice, dangerous 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. Greetings, friend. Time again for Let George Do It. Oh, which reminds me. How would you like to sit in on a nice little card game? I happen to know four charming fellas who are just dying for a fifth. On the other hand, though, maybe you'd better forget about it, because these boys would not only take your bankroll, they'd just as soon take your life. But it's a pretty good game at that. So while we're waiting for George Valentine to show, let's take a look in on this happy foreson. Well, it's ten o'clock already, gentlemen. Shouldn't we... I mean, my watch says ten. Chester has the cards and... Sure, what are we waiting for? We're gonna do it. Let's get... No! No. Ames, Salto, this is crazy. It's insane. Was your idea, wasn't it, Norton? Yes, but a man's guilt is no more to be bandied about. I'll get off the words. There's the good name of the man to be thought of afterwards. Let's get it over with now, now. It's all right. Need a piece of paper. Unvelop 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. 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'm so sorry to hear of your concern over your husband. Naturally, I will do whatever I can to help. Sincerely, George Valentine. Me either. Concern. How do you like... I haven't sakes up the stalling, both of you. Will you get... All right, I draw one. Go on, draw a card. Me? Go on, Salto. All right. Nine of diamonds. Yeah. Norton. Nine of clubs. Nine again? Give me one of those. Jack. Diamonds. All right. Chester. Chester. Your turn. Draw. Oh, I'm all right. Draw. 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 there. I'm all right. Hi, Jeffrey Chester. Hereby confess, one year ago to this date, it was I who murdered Miss Dorothy Fullman. 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 bare 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 down town 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 can mail my confession of guilt to the police. I got the high card. I'll be dead by midnight. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now back to George Valentine and Let George Do It. Sylvia, it's a big idea that letter in my coat pocket. Miss Valentine, who is he? Oh, there you are. So sorry to hear of your concern over your husband, of 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. Get to your couch. Oh, shut up. Listen to me. You were beaten up the other night. Get them out of here. Get yourself out of here. Stop it. No, listen. What's the matter with you, friend? Victor, that was your car, wasn't it? Driving away? Yes. It's a loan to do. Somebody needs it for a while tonight. You've got some things to do. Mr. Ames, I know I'm budding in, but your wife has been worried. 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 Fulman murder case? Well, yes, yes, I think so only. I don't remember the details. 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. Mrs. Ames, just tell me one thing, will you? Do you think your husband killed this Dorothy Fulman? Mr. Valentine, I don't want anything worse to happen. That's all. I say, excuse me. You're Mr. Valentine, aren't you? George Valentine? 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? 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 blended, Jeff. 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 tend 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. There we are. Okay. Now, what's the story? Nothing so very important, but sit down. Sit down. How'd you know who I was out there? Well, Ames had mentioned you're coming. You said you haven't seen him lately. Try again. Really? It's the other direction. Who's that? Hey, anybody in here? Walkin' up. Blue shirt. Private police? Just a moment. Yes, yes, he is Mr. Vanatee. 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, man. 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's he supposed to do? Search him. Oh, but he won't have it, will he? That's not the way they work. But he's trespassing. You can lock him up for that. I'll see the steward. Prefer 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 paid employees, I expect that. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. Issue away. I'll handle this end. Good night, Mr. Norton. Jimmy, I have never in my life been sued. 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 put him out? The wallet, bud. Oh, sure. Mine. Here. Prudentials. The works. But enough. Well, I didn't exactly figure. Valentine, huh? 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? Do you hear the Dorothy Fulman murder? Well, that nice dignified man there, that Norton. For my money, he's the one that killed him. All right, so you've got your opinions, Jimmy. It's just an opinion. I'll stick to it, Mr. Valentine. But 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. Uh-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 him. Who are they? Mr. Norton, Ames, big fool always in trouble. Another man named Salto. He asked me he couldn't have got to 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. I'm right behind you. That's Victor Reigns with him, isn't it? But the Stewart, sure it is. 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 along. Hold on a minute. Hold on, will you? Go on, Stewart. This deck of cards. There's some men I've 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. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now back to George Valentine. 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. But 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 a... Hey, hey, take it easy, Mr. Ames. Let's cease to it. They're not marked. What's bothering you so much, Mr. Ames? Kind of a crude job. Yes, Jimmy, little ticks on the edges like this. The person who did it could tell the cards, all right. Get out of here, both of you, Jimmy. He stole it. 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 are you going, Miss Ames? He was downtown. He's back now. Oh, Buster, would you please... The bar is here, and the bar is having those last two drinks. Well, 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, Bruxy. 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 twelve. Time for you to clear it up, friend. Where is Chester gone? 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. Quick, pulling buster. 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. You're 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... Look, I know I'm talking wildly. I'll explain later. We've got to find him first. Hurry. We're with you, all right. But who is he going to use this gun on? Oh, isn't it perfectly obvious, Mr. Valentine? On himself. It's just like Jimmy said. How so about the bluffs across the golf course? I'm certainly deserted looking for sale, for lease. Chester must be here. It's where he'd come. Mr. Dorothy Fulman's house, huh? Where she was killed? Yes, in the living room. I found her body there. Beat me to death. The door's open, you see. Chester? Chester! He'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. The buster I'm just finally beginning to realize 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... Leave him alone, Ames. Leave him alone. And never mind who marked the cards. But 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 ridiculous. But the 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 that. You were willing enough, Salto. 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. Andes, 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. I'd been high-card. I don't know what I would've done. Okay, there's one down. Wet feet. By this time, Chester must be aboard the nearest freight train, headed for parts unknown. Chester, you signed the confession. But he wouldn't do it. I know he'd been drinking. 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 here. Look, it's him. It's Chester. Just walking. That's the path runs up by the bluffster. 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. Call him about, George. These bluffs are pretty steep, aren't they? Chester! I'm going to climb up this way, too. Oh, no, you don't, Buster. You just stay behind me with Miss Brooks. Valentine! There's another way this whole thing tonight can work, look, he's up on one of the edges. Stand still! What a... Norton! Get out of here, leave him alone. Norton, wouldn't you know? Stand still! I'm warning you, I have a gun. Oh, yeah, sure. The one from the Watchman's Locker. He didn't take your Chester, didn't take 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 then murder him. He killed her. He killed Arthur from when he confessed. George, he's 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. Ames, listen to me. It will all be over. For all of us... Let it happen! If you don't, it'll be the same thing over and over again. 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... Valentine! Get out of the way with that gun! I got it! 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? 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, get back! No, you're not. You're too curious, Chester. This year, since Dorothy Fulman died, must have 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. A world would say your confession was a fraud. You are poor little patsy. Well, any of them could have marked the cards. The high man marked them. 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, I understand. 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. Just hang on. You're going to live, Buster. You're going to write a real confession. Back to the conclusion of our let George do it adventure in just a moment. 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. She had killed Dorothy Fulman a year back. And if the first confession had gone through, if he'd shot himself, nobody ever would have believed it. The other three would have always thought they railroaded the poor little punchy. They're 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. You have just heard High Card, another let George do it adventure. Robert Bailey was starred as George Valentine with Virginia Gregg 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 happens when you let George do it.