 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 detail. Standard Oil Company of California, on behalf of independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invites you to let George do it. Nothing but the truth, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, first letter I ever written 17 years. Since the last time I filed a gold claim in Nogales. Names, Tioga Tom, only honest man left in the West. If you ever hear of the castle I live in, out by the desert, then you know what these railroad tickets are for. Come see me, but you don't know anything else, understand? Trouble you fellas, you jump on conclusions. Think nobody else is smart but you. If you think I need help, then you're crazy and the people in practice junction. And I ain't spitting their direction since WPA. But I do need a might of assistance regarding the arrest of a culprit. I'm a man everybody tries to pester, on account of how rich they think I struck it. But me, I like my privacy and I aim to maintain it. P.S. The culprit I make reference to is the one who stole or made disappear or killed my dog. Only by the reason is, it was my C&I dog. Like a chicken leg, dearie, I brought a whole fryer along with some hard-boiled eggs. You know how trains are. Oops, excuse me while I just get my beliefs on the rack here. It's alright, I'll move my coat, only this kid is... Guess you came all the way through from the city, huh, dearie? Claire Brooks, it says on the baggage thing. Oh my, that's a nice name. I had a boarder named Brooks once, but he died with his kidneys, poor darling. How you like our town cactus junction? It ain't much, is it? Please, excuse me, but really, this seat is... There we are. I guess there's no room for my hacks, though. Have to jab it in across the aisle. Mind me to keep my eye on it. You never know. So now, let's eat. Well, I'm awfully sorry, madam, but I'm trying to... Oh dearie, there's plenty of chicken for both of us. Oh, but I had the most awful time ringing its neck. Oh, you should have seen me. I chased him all around the yard. Oh no, I said will you please not sit down here, this seat is taken. Oh George, George. Yeah, here I am, Angel. Well, if I'd known you was that tight... Oh, that's all right, lady. Sit still, sit still. But George... Go on out for a smoke. Have a nice time, Brooks. Oh George! Isn't he sweet, after all? Now my name's Carmichael, dearie, and let me tell you about this chicken. Good! Let it go, Jim. Last stop for the Emery switch. Emery switch? That's where we get off. Not conductor for Tom's? Yep. Two, three mile walker guests up the hill. Look at the moon tonight. Road around the back way, to the spot. Uh-huh. Kind of a lonely spot for a blind man, isn't it? Yeah, desert rat with money. Probably never let a doctor touch him in his life. Seen him out there once just a couple of weeks ago, was fumbling along, hanging on to his dog. Doesn't like people, huh? No, an old Oriental been waiting for years, if that's what you mean. Who's seeing? Cooked and bottled, I said. Which increases, Tommy? The whole fortune might have paid in his castle, they say. I can't feel too sorry for him. Tioca Tom, last on his man in the woods. Says him. Well, you'll be the first fist up there for a long time, I guess. Maybe you can get your hands on some of that gold. On the way now. Save me another... Hey, wait, wait for me! I hate something like this! Oh, conductor, there seems to be a guy out here wanting to make it, will he? Almost somebody too late for a phrase. Ridiculous. Those men's got no efficiency. I'm never late. Come on, let's give him a hand. Can't even run straight to see. Help me, fellas, will you please? Down here, I can reach you. Easy there. Couldn't even hang on to my hand. Don't know why we'd bother, he's liable to fall. Get out of the way, friend, I'll get him. Here we go, boys. Here we are. Oh, thanks. Sorry to be in trouble. But then the bar, everybody's so nice. Okay, okay, you made it all right. Oh, yeah. Here's your hat over here. My name's Loosefoot. Wanna drink? Why? Loosefoot is the name. Somebody just give it to me, I guess. I don't remember. Come on, come on. Look, it fell off your hat. Here, give me that. It sure is nice of you, pal. Hey, Emery Switchets. Oh, sure, sure. I'm a necktie salesman. Got a few samples for the switchman who works there. That's all. Well, thanks again, and you too. Where'd the other guy go? Back in the car, I guess. Oh, well, thank him for giving me a hand. I mean, thanks. Yeah, sure. Well, he didn't you notice Loosebrain? What that other guy tried to give you was a shove. I didn't shove him, Mr. Valentine. I just didn't help him much. I didn't want him on the train, but of it. Oh, Mr. Flannery, I don't know. I'm just curious. Perfect, right. Perfect. His name's Loosefoot. You know him? Who doesn't? I've done business in Cactus Junction. Lawyer. Come in this time from the city, though. As far as Emery Switch, huh? You too, maybe, huh? And why not? Now, Loosefoot's the kind of a person who's always in the way. A son of an old partner of Tio Gatam's who claims to be. Always claiming to have a claim on him. Oh. Why are you going? What's your claim, Mr. Flannery? Never ask a lawyer a direct question, young man. It's spoken like an ambulance. Oh, I presume on a man's guilt before it happens. Now, I haven't really seen Tom since before he lost his eyesight. As many as the time I've handled his legal affairs. Oh, no, no, what do you mean guilt before it happens? What happens? What's going on tonight? You and Loosefoot. He makes three of us headed for the same place to visit a guy nobody ever visits. And all on the same night. Why? Oh, you too, eh? Well, well. What's your angle? You need counsel say so. You don't leave me alone. Why should I say why? I'll tell you this, though. There's four, not three. It's common law wife for six months back in 1917. She says she was, but that's her claim. Not a bad one. You mean Tyoga Thompson? That big, overdeveloped appetite out there in the coach. Notice her eating fried chicken. A woman, Mr. Valentine, who'd ring your neck for a favor, but charged to tell you the time. The widow Carmichael. And yes, that's where I live in Cactus Junction. Just to be near the poor deer. 33 years I've waited. The one true love of my life. So you're going to see him too, but would you? Four of us. Four of us? My, I think it's just friendly. That's what I think. Only even with my shoes on, it counts to five to me. Ain't that so, cousin Henry? Who's cousin? Well, I guess it does, widow. Oh, Georgie, some sort of a cousin of Tyoga Tom. Mother's side it was. Never very close, but blood's always thicker in water the way I was raised. If you can't miss Brooks. Here, it's six of us, ain't it? Tyoga, he never liked crowds. Family trade. I told them we were going up to do a magazine story on him. Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right. But the rest of you, Mrs. Carmichael, will you please? I don't hold no secrets. I'm sure you don't. I ain't afraid to speak up. Remember, blood's thicker than strangers, too, widow. And to whom is bereavement a secret? What? Oh, but he'll be well again. I know he will. I brought along the nursing things. It's my opportunity as well as my duty. It's the telegrams, Mr. Valentine. We all got him. Even that loose foot up in the bar car. Where Tom's nearest bless his adorable old soul. Now, now, now, widow. The telegrams, but I don't know why he's... God bless you, miss. From, uh, Posing, that key's in up the castle. Yeah, read for yourself. Oh, thanks. Boss, very bad. Fall down, very bad. Come quick, please. Signed Posing. Boss, very bad. A blind man, and he's already had some kind of a fall. Henry, switch. Ten minutes. Stop, Henry, switch. Come on, Bruxy. I got to get to a phone. Trap, what trap? What is it? Mix up. Oh, for the lover. Look, Posing, I told you this is Mr. Valentine. I'm on my way up, but I want to find out what happened since Tom wrote me. Now, if you need a doctor or something... No, no, no, no. Boss, he said, Doctor, just four horses and descending ebills. Boss dying. That's all. What? Come quick. That's all. Boss is dying. Dying. Come on, Bruxy. Let's get our stuff off the train and get up there. What's going on? But George, the day before yesterday, a blind man's dog was stolen and killed, and then he hasn't acted any more. I know. I know. A rugged character who probably kept moving around, dog or no dog. Sure, somebody's up to something. There's a bunch of people. Haven't you realized what they are? Yeah, they all got telegrams. You know what I mean. They're the only people in the world, apparently, who have any sort of claim against Ioga Tom. They're nothing but vultures. I'll go you one better, and she'll say, ghouls, because you want a better guy like Tom who's never made out of will. So if he did die, they'd all want to be handy to stake out those claims. Start grabbing for his gold. Yeah, they go, George. All walking out together. Yeah. About three miles up the hill, somebody said. Only suppose you and I just walk fast and beat them, are we? Let's get to Tom first. All right. Loose foot in the widow. Look, there's certainly a pair. Cousin Henry, he's as slow as they are. Derek, does that tell you? If there's one who's not so slow. Hey, he's not with them. Oh, Mr. Flannery? Yeah. Still in the compartment. Let's drag him along with us. I want to ask him about what he did with that seeing-eyed dog. Ask him. George, what makes you think he's... Oh, I'm just guessing. I'll tell you later, Angel. Hey, Flannery, let's go. George. Mr. Flannery's dead. Oh. Very good. In just a moment, we'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. 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Ask for it at standard stations and independent chevron gas stations where they say, and mean, we take better care of your car. Now, back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. Tyoga Tom, the legendary man in the castle overlooking the desert. He thought he didn't need help, but that was yesterday when all that worried him was the disappearance of his seeing-eye dog. Once his protection was gone, something happened to Tom, an accident. And his only friend, Po Singh, says that he is dying, says, come quick. The vultures, the only relatives or ones with claims against Tom, are gathering too. But if your name is George Valentine, you can't hurry to the castle quite as quickly as you'd like, because one of the vultures is dead. Yes, Mr. Flannery has been murdered. Holy brother of Macintosh, what are we going to do? All right, take it easy, conductor. Take it easy. Some sort of a sharp weapon, George. Yeah, a little tiny wound in his throat. Yeah, but I got a tree to worry about and then people all scattered now. I better get on the telegraph. Oh, any of these people could have got at that dog. You know, I enjoyed what happened yesterday. It's only 15, 20 miles from Cactus Junction out to the castle, so they could have gone back and forth. Well, what's on your mind? Mr. Flannery told you he'd come all the way from the city, didn't he? Yeah, he did. Neat, sharp little guy, man with efficiency. How about that, did he? Well, I don't know. I don't remember. I'm so rattled that I can't tell. His mud, clay on the bottom of his shoes and the instep. See it? I noticed when he crossed his leg and carefully creased his trousers. Mr. Valentine, wait till the sheriff is here. In a city the day before, hot mud get there. The kind of guy who'd have a shine before breakfast. Wait a minute, wait a minute. I got the stubs here, right? Yeah, yes. Flannery, compartment. But you're right. He just got on at Cactus Junction just like the others. So then maybe I'm wrong about the dog. Oh, George, now you're confusing me even worse. Well, why was he murdered? Who murdered him? Maybe somebody else did something and he was up here snooping around and sought. Quite an operator, you know that. I'll see something and just keep quiet. Hey, Al, you see him? See a little woman, a little wobbly guy and a stiff-jointed slowpoke? I know, sure. I know. No, I didn't see him. I couldn't catch up. Already left the road, I guess. Took the trail up the hill. This road run around the backside of the castle. Sure, about five miles up there. There's a place you can... Okay, stay and help the conductor. Let me have your truck. Well, he's got to get us off on the side. All right, all right. You guys worry about the train and the body. Come on, folks. The ghouls are on foot. We can beat them. Only get that sheriff here fast. One murder is enough for tonight, particularly if the second one should be me. That's the description. Yeah, up this way, I guess. Listen. Coyote. Oh. There's a rock wall here of some kind. Pretty crude, too. I can make it all right. Easy now. Barbed wire. Guy really does like his privacy. And the moonlight... That's the house. Way up there, isn't it? Yeah. Old ranch house. All run down. It was stoned around it. And only one light. This door, I guess. Don't see anybody inside there. At least we're ahead of the others. Yeah. Up here, it'll take them another half hour. Only George, the murderer, if he's one of them, wouldn't stay with the others. Wouldn't he run away? Maybe whatever this is all about isn't finished yet. Here we are, Angel. We'll walk right in. Oh. Kitchen. A living room in here, apparently. Yeah. Hello. Anybody here? Hey, Tom, where are you? The place is so empty, but it's clean. That must be his room. It's the only one that's... Maybe he's a sleeper. A man dying, but his bed's empty. He's gone. Yeah, yeah, he's gone. You're posing, but where's your... Tom, gone. He's gone. Now, look, friend, what is this? A man who takes a bad fall and is dying doesn't just disappear like that? Well, Mr. Tom, say, Mr. Tom, gone. Now, excuse me. Wait a minute. Where are you going? I'm getting cleaver night. What? Meet the cleaver. You sorry? Mr. Tom, say you must stay. Oh, he does, huh? The boss. Hold on as Tom says we should stay, huh? You don't. You're going to use that thing? More better. I think you stay. Oh, sure. Okay. Well, the Valentine the Sucker. There's a fence down here the front way, too. It's supposed to be a gate half a mile from the house. Yeah, and this was a path. When we started out on it, where the deuce did we lose it? Valentine the Pathfinder. Whoa, George, you don't know yet. Hey, look out. Now, easy there. Oh. We seem to be down in a gully. The trail must be there, George. There's a bridge right up over it. Come on. Oh, wait a minute. Wasn't what I was looking at. Sawdust. Yeah, sawdust. Scattered. All around here, too. Farther under the bridge. Seems to be just a little footbridge. Pretty far up there, though, isn't it? Yeah, sawdust has been here for a day or two. Wet. Fell here. There's some on top of the cross piece, too. Yeah, I see it. Something up there has been freshly sawed, Angel. And anybody coming up the trail from the front gate would have to go across that bridge, wouldn't they? And it's so dark, I couldn't see. Yeah, come on. Get up there before somebody tries to walk across in the dirt. Look out! Where you going? Bump into a man just sitting peacefully like that. Like a woman's voice, wasn't it? Yes, couldn't you see it? Tom, Tyoga, Tom, wouldn't you know? You wouldn't know anything. Who is it, Valentine? Yeah, I'm standing right here in front of you. You're sitting in a rock waiting for something to happen. He takes his allers thinking. Trouble with you, fella. But sitting nice and healthy, you know, the poor guy who had the bad tumble, only honest man left in the West. And he gets his hired boy to send out telegrams saying he's dying. Ha. Had a tumble. Broke 10 ribs back in 1922. Never told a lie in my life. 1922. So that's the way you stretch it. Poor dying Tom. Been dying since the day I was born, so have you. So now you're sitting here waiting to hear wood break, huh? Posting brings you out where you can, waiting to hear people tumble through that little trap you set up there. Pest to me, every one of them. I told you that... I'm afraid we don't believe anything you told us. Told you I like my privacy. I ain't gonna maintain it. Bunch of vultures. All pest to me looking for my gold. So you hire me. See, and I, dog, disappeared. Don't you think somebody's up to something? You jump on conclusions. See, I had that breed sore. But one of them did it. Like one of them did a murder, I suppose. Ain't interested in murders. Gonna die myself sometime. That's enough to worry about. Just trying to slow up the process. That's all. Steal my dog and then saw him a bridge. Who do you think uses that bridge? I do. Even without my dog, I can fly him away around this place. But I found him out. Yes, sir. I'm isn't gonna go down with a... Huh? Don't want one, Shazam. All your tongue. Ain't you got ears? Oh, yeah, somebody's coming. I'm gonna get up on that bridge before... This way. Hey! Hey, where... My lovin' vultures. Tell everybody their friends of mine can't even find their way around. Hello, Henry! Your voice ain't it? Tom! Get her in the figure. What in the name of... Never mind. Where's the rest of them? Loosefoot and the lady. Oh, coming, I guess. We moved kinda separate. Only that telegram, Tom. What kind of a stuntman? Let me take your arm. Help me up. No, no, no. Henry Loosefoot. Mrs. Carmichael. Another county you heard from. You could hear that one across three counties. Yeah, there she is, over on the other side. She's headed for the bridge. Come on. Hurry up and get her. I'll be all right. George, we can't get up there in time. We're on the wrong side. She's coming this way. Mrs. Carmichael, stop. Stay where you are. Don't come across that bridge. Stop, I said, stop, will you? Oh, Lord, she'll fall. Stop. What's all the fuss? Oh, we... We can't see something. What's the matter with him? Oh, dear, he wanna climb. And the wind blowing my hat off all the time. What are you trying to see, George? The good is sawed half through, all right. But aboard's been freshly nailed across to support it. But who could have nailed the board across? Tom and Poe's singer, the only ones up here. So Tom was telling the truth. Someone else sawed it, then Tom had it fixed. Wait a minute. Mrs. Carmichael, where's your hat been? What? Yeah. It was a little tiny wound. He was stabbed with something sharp. Well, how on blazes should I know where the pin is? And George, she pimped her hat to the seat opposite us. The seat across the aisle, I remember it. Did I? Couldn't find it when I left the trail. And the only person who would have noticed it thought of using it was the one who sat down there. Cousin Henry. Yes, Cousin Henry. And George, he's down there with Tom. Wait a minute. What about Lucifer? Where's he? Ran on ahead again. He was the fastest. And the trail's easy mount. So we haven't seen him because he's probably already crossed this bridge. Tom is down there with Henry. Sure, sure, with Henry. Don't you see, Angel? Tom wanted to know who killed his dog and sawed the bridge. That was the reason for the phony telegrams. This whole shinding. It was to get all the bulges up here and see which one of them wouldn't walk across the bridge. Henry. And five minutes ago, Tom discovered who was guilty. Well, hurry up. Yeah, but quietly. Because now it's all backwards. Now the question is what Tom intends to do to Henry. There they are. And then I'm moving toward the house and I'm moving at all. I'm just hanging on to Henry's arm. Even a blind man could shoot somebody as long as he had a... Yeah, come on, around this way. Look out. Well, come back, did you? Get down here, Mr. Valentine. Shut up, dog killer. You'll get your chance to grumble. He's a murderer, too, you say? No answer, Angel. Around the rocky. Yeah, that's right. Now come on. He's crazy. You're both crazy. Everybody comes personally. We're going to stop once and for all. Before he killed Flannery. Flannery's another thing. Nooping around the same day he was. Let go of me. Let go of me. Get your hand off me. Don't you move. The gun goes off. Okay, Tom. I'm here now. Right beside you. You can hand me that gun. We tried to let go. He just let go. Look out. I'll get him. Give me that gun, I said. Where are you? Where is he? Oh, no, you don't. Detectives. Knocking my gun up. Don't worry. I just got an idea. Man's dying from the day he's born. Oh, sure. Honest, Tom. Rugging independent. And I hate that guy, but shooting him while escaping might not go down so well with a jury. Just shooting wild. I couldn't actually... Well, it would have been just blind luck if I hit him, I mean. Oh, sure, sure, Tom. Be careful what you say. Don't want to tell a lie. Only honest man left in the West. Yep, that's me. That might be a dead shot. Don't want to say right out to your blind. Even though that's how you suck at these people when they're coming after you. George, he said... Ain't a lie if a man always talks like he had to hear people to recognize them, is it? Ain't a lie to stumble around a few times, a scene, is it? Buster, you take the cake. Honest is the day is short. Sure, we all jumped at conclusions, all right? Because I guess there's no law and with good eyesight, owning a seeing-eye dog. Music. Don't like it. People. Don't like them. But you can leave for the castle pretty soon, Tom. Taking down your cousin Henry's confession now. Worthless bunch of vultures. Won't be pestered anymore. Sure, sure, Tom. You've got your privacy. You know, we did stop you from doing the one thing that really would have been wrong. Do I appreciate it? Obligations ain't for me, young lady. Well, the reason people pester you is because of your gold. And I thought maybe you'd tell us what... Ha, ha, ha. Tell you a secret. Sure, I got Bob Wire and Fences, but I never actually said I have gold, did I? What? Oh, for the luck... Oh, George, come on, let's get out of here. Jump on conclusions, like everybody else. Oh, that awful man. George, I want to go out someplace and go dancing and forget about him. My gold. At least I know you haven't got any. I'll tell you something that'll worry you for years. You know, Tom didn't say he didn't have any, either. Listen to the difference. In a few seconds you will hear Geiger counters measuring automobile engine wear. 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Tonight's adventure of George Valentine has been brought to you by Standard Oil Company of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the west. Robert Daly is starred as George with Virginia Greg as Bruxy. Let George do his job with Virginia Greg as Bruxy. Let George do it is written by David Victor and Jackson Gillis and directed by Don Clark. Herb Butterfield was heard as Tio Gautam, Marjorie Bennett as Mrs. Carmichael, Joe Forte as Flannery, Tim Graham as Henry, Herb Bygren as Loosefoot, Victor Rodman the Conductor and Charlie Lange Ho Singh. The music is composed and presented by Eddie Dunstetter your announcer John Heiston. Listen again next week same time, same station too. Let George do it. This is the Mutual Don Lee Broadcasting System.