 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. You know, for the last two days I've been beating my typewriter, trying to think of a way to let you in on our adventure without spoiling the plot. But after using up several reams of paper, I find that it just isn't possible. So you know what I'm going to do? I'm not going to tell you a thing, except that this is let George do it. And if you like to root for the underdog, you better start pulling for old George. Dear Mr. Valentine, that ad of yours gets me. No job too tough for you to handle. Well, I don't believe it. I got a tiger, I'll bet you can't handle. Yeah, you read it right. A tiger. So unless you're just whistling in the wind, stick around your office tonight. Meet me around 7.30. I got a wife and kids to worry about, so don't fail me. Sign Jerry Briskine. Sign Jerry Briskine. 7.30. No, around 7.30. How many stripes on a tiger? 40, George. He's only 40 minutes late. That's not so bad. Probably hired Frank Buck instead. We make a lot of sense too, don't we? You want to play gin rummy? Oh, why is it, Bruxy? We never get letters that tell anything. He's got a case? Why doesn't he say so? Change his mind, maybe. Who knows? Jerry Briskine. I bet he never even shows up tonight. Hello? Valentine is Briskine. You're late. I just want to make sure you're still in the office. I got held up. Couldn't get any of your building because of the crowds. Slow down, will you? What? What crowds? Look, just sit tight, will you? I'll be right there, I'll be honest, I will. Sure, sure. Bring your tiger too, but what's this about? Oh, just a crowd. I don't know something going on. Place and everything, but I'll come around the back way. Hey, look, Briskine, you... Well, you owe me $5, don't you? Not sure I don't. What are you going to do? Jump out the window to avoid pain? George, what's going on? I don't know. The street seems to be roped off down there. There's no fire engine, is there? Yes, there is. One small one, see it? And they got a searchlight pointed at the right. What in the name of... Booksy, booksy, look. Around there to the right. It's a woman on the ledge. She's the one who's screaming, George. That's not all she's doing. Hey, look at the way she wobbles. They've got her in the searchlight. She's gonna... Here, maybe she can hear us from here. Hey. Hey, lady. It's still 10 or 15 feet away. Lady, can you hear me? I'm over here. Hey, look, this way, will you? Oh, George, she sees you. She's not moving. Shh. Yeah, hello there. Now, look, keep your eyes on me, lady. Don't mind all that noise down there. Now, keep your eyes on me and just keep moving toward me. It's all right. It's all right. The ledge is wide enough for you to get here. No, no, no. George, she wants to jump. She wants to kill herself. Look, look, lady. Nothing to be as bad as this cold wind up here. Now, come on. Easy does it. Don't come near me. Oh, George, what can we do? Oh, brother Looney is a coot. Listen, people are coming out in the hall. Man, it's liable to scare her, too. Are we going to talk? No. No, I don't think so. George, what are you doing? Get back in here. I don't get dizzy for easy, but I'm probably not as clever as you are. George, please. Yeah. Yeah, sure. That's it. Little stroll in the park. Look out, lady. Don't get to hold me. You're good-looking, too, aren't you? Only, only. Oh, it's all right, lady. Those are just firemen to the rescue in my office. That's all. Come on now. Easy does it. Yes. Just another step. Hey, look, I got you. Oh, lady, what a time to faint. Hurry up, George. That's it, boys. Get it. Get that picture. Photographers. Hey, clear out of here, you guys. All right, hold on a little higher. What have I heard your voice before? Come on, Buster. Give me a hand with this. My name is Friskin here. Now, remember, boys, when you write captions, call of the tigers of the trapeze. World's greatest area. What in the name of heaven? I told you I wasn't scared. Were you, darling? No, don't drop me. Hold me tighter. That's it. The lady fainted. Probably said it. So that's it. Why, you- Get him to get the expression on his face. Wonderful, wonderful. And thank you, fearless fuzz day. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now, back to George Valentine and our Let George Do It adventure. Let's go, Valentine. Let go, I said. She got plenty of money. Hundred ain't enough for you. Okay, we'll make it two. It's worth it. Press agent, five thousand bucks. Couldn't stop me from- Look, stop it, I said. I got a wife and kids. Oh, you shut up. That's all. She went down to buy all the photographers a drink. Oh, she did. Bullied for her. Now, look, Valentine, you can't sue her. You just get laughed at. Bust her for two cents. Okay, okay. So you look a little silly in a few front pages. It's publicity, ain't it? And for you, too. She's pulling out stunt in every city she's played. You mean you pick a sucker in every town? No, no, no. They walk her around the building, and so. You were something extra. Oh, come on. How could I resist that silly ad of yours? Hey, how about the Fainty Puller? Oh, I tell you, she's a great little artist. Brisk in that silly face of yours. All right, all right, pay your 250. We'll get cut it out. Ah, wow. Bruxy, I thought you said you got rid of everybody. I am here, yeah. But I wait. Well, let me go. Go on, friend. Beat it. I wait to see you. You hold her. Huh? I follow. I am here. I see everything. Who are you? A man going crazy. Beat it, you big, most of the party's over. Go on. Get out of here. Hold us. Hold it. Hello. Your name's Fedor, isn't it? Yeah. Leave us alone. I see how this man holds her. What in the name of heaven? My name is Fedor's husband, I think. Third or fourth. It's living fast. Wow, wow, wow. Husband. Another tiger, I suppose. Well, look, Fedor, just shut the door quietly. And don't get your tail pinched as you leave. George. Oh, man. Upset about something, aren't you, Fedor? You traveled 200 miles to get here. Who are you? You said that before. Never mind. Ah, jealous. Is that it? Didn't like the way I held it. I can see. I have heard the talk. Who are you? It was his idea, you know. Yeah, yeah, that's right. This guy, this Jerry Briskine. He and your wife are just like that. Who? Probably a lover for all I know. So long, everybody. Hey, Fedor, I'm very pleased to meet you. I mean, I got a wife and kids, you understand? I'm your wife's no-press agent. That's all. Keep talking, sucker. I do not understand. Neither do I, big man, but then I only met your wife tonight when he brought her here. So you know how these things are. Talk it over with him. Him? But it's... I don't know. This guy had an accident once. Fedor, my name is Briskine. Our no-press agent. That's all. George, stop it! Wait a minute, wait a minute. Stop it! You crazy fat fat woman, what's the idea? I am sorry. I am sorry. Leave me alone. Leave you alone? What about me? He is the one. You said he is the one. He and my wife. Oh, well, it wasn't true. He just made it up. I don't know anything about your wife or about this guy who deserved to get kicked around a little. So who cares? Or for that matter about any of this cock-eyed business? I am sorry, I said. I am so tired. I travel all day. I make full of myself, yeah? Yeah, yeah, that's right. So, good night. Robin Tide Fedor's her husband, Estella's husband. That's her name, Estella. Only had an accident a couple of months ago. That's as I understand it. Yeah. I am strongest man in circles. Uh-huh. Only you got dropped on the head. Oh, be careful, George. Look, he's been in a hospital. He hasn't been with a circus. Look, look, look. I don't care who's been where. Now get out. Get out, both of you. Please. Please. I love her. She's my wife. All right, sure. That's great. That's fine. Every man to his own muster. On the telephone, she said she's too busy to see me. She's my wife. Well, take it up with Dorothy Dix. Now you say that this man... Fedor, Fedor, we've been through that. He told you it wasn't true. It's not me. I'm a press agent, not her partner. Her partner? So? Oh, no, look. Both of you, will you please? Be quiet. She work with partner now. Is that true? There is partner? Well, you just leave me out of it, Fedor. I work for a living. No, tell me. Get your hands off him. What do I have to do? Point a gun at you, too, to get you out of here? Okay, Valentin, we'll leave. I'll go first. No. No, not yet. Okay, if you guys think I'm kidding. No, no, no, please. You don't have to threaten. I'm sorry. It is lonely in hospital. I'm all confused. I need help. The man's bored with your story, Fedor. So long, Valentin. I'll send you a check in the morning. Wait, I say, Mr. Valentin, you don't have to get behind your desk like that. I don't, huh? I don't know what to do, but it would be easier with gun. Watch him, watch him. Right off, cut it out. Yeah, yeah, easier with gun. Yeah, thank you. Goodbye. Put that gun back here before I... Holy smoke. There is a lover, you know, and Fedor's got your gun. Now look what you started. Look what I started. What did you say? Well, somebody's laughing to get murdered. Well, brother, I should have finished this part of it earlier. I shouldn't have... Ouch! All right, Bruxy, don't look at me like that. First a sucker, then a sourpuss. I know, I know. I just don't like being thrown into the middle of a three-ring circus. That's all. Not with all the animals running loose. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. A press agent named Jerry Briskon gets you mixed up with a woman named Estella, Tigris of the Trapeze, world's greatest aerialist. Yes, if you happen to be George Valentine and sometimes you wish you weren't, you're picked for a sucker in a publicity stunt. The only trouble is you can't get out of it, because the Tigris has a mate and he has your gun. Well, it isn't the price of a gun that bothers you. It's the thought that you may never get it back because sooner or later it may be tied up as exhibit A in a murder case. And so you decide you better find out about the corpse elect. Who it might be, for instance. All right, this way, ladies and gentlemen. See you in a girly, girly show. Her point, all right. Ask Estella herself. She'll tell you who her boyfriend is. Today's boyfriend. Quite a man eating tiger, that girl. She's doing her act over in the main tent, huh? Yeah. Great performer, lady. Great. What's the name of this part? Estella. She's got nails like iron. A picture of her walking around the outside of a building in the newspaper. You see that? Oh. It's not a mark. You got nausea or something. It makes him busy just to think about it. Just tell us where we can find this partner of hers. Oh, he's busy catching her naturally. That's the act. That's always been a right. Three flips and she lands in his arms. A lucky stiff king for a day. Hey, right this way, gents. See him shimmy and shake. His name's Farelli. Flying Farelli. Flying Farelli? Bah, couldn't fly a kite. $60 a week bum. But big and good-looking. All her assistants have been bums. She's the act. Top number in the business. But I could tell you a lot better if I could look in your tea leaves. Oh, you're doing fine, thanks. Circus must be a small world. There's something in store for you, dairy. What could it be? Just give me a chance to read your... That pretty. Yeah. Lettuce leaf. Nice and green. And so easy to read too. Mr. Fedor, he was one of her assistants once. Big stupid thing. Always jealous like that. But a bark don't mean a bite. Her husbands don't last long, huh? Well, nothing happens to them if that's what you mean. Fedor's the only one got dropped on his head. Yeah, and about that time she was getting sick of my butt. George, what are you driving at? Oh, it was an accident to Fedor, all right. You don't catch me gossiping about my dearest friends. No, I'm sure. You worried about something happening? Why don't you wait outside the big tent for Stella herself? Or go over there in that palace she calls a dressing trailer. I can tell from the music she'll be on in a minute. I'm not that worried, nice. Oh, don't want to get mixed up yourself, huh? She won't even see Fedor now. All through with him. So he won't come out here hanging around too close. I know he won't. Okay, thanks, lady. You fill me in. How do you know it? What's the stopping? Who reads the tea leaves? You or me? Neither one of us. The cops I already sent for. Crappies. That's quite an act she's got. Ah, even where's a tiger skin? Not much of it. George, what did you mean back there asking people about Fedor as though you thought he's accident? Nothing, nothing, Angel. I won't question his accident. And I think he's ugly, too. But when you throw away all the trimmings, this is nothing but a love triangle. Check. Well, nobody will thank us for interfering. Yeah, not even Briskon. He's on the outside. But you know, sometimes in a triangle, Bruxy, the guy who looks like a villain, is really the one who's level to come out on the short end. Oh, here we are. Come on. She's not even through taking vows yet. Look at her. She's going kisses. Never mind, we'll deal with that. Uh-oh, here he comes. Oh, the other part of the triangle. Yeah. He doesn't stay for the applause, I guess. Uh-huh, kind of in a hurry, too. Excuse me, Mr. Farelli. Hey, wait a minute. But I want to talk to you. Come on, Earth. Now he's running, George. Got out fast, didn't he? Looked like he'd seen a ghost. Said maybe there is something brewing out here. After all, over the head. It was Fedor, George. You were in the way. I heard you, I heard you. I'm so happy you can hear. You can join the party. Who let you in, Lieutenant Johnson? I let myself in. George, Fedor didn't drop the gun. He just hit you and kept on running. He was chasing Farelli. You sinned for cops to find a big homicidal nut and running around loose. So who has to do the work? Me, naturally. What happened? George, what happened was murder. Murder? Well, I had to take care of you first, naturally. And so I stayed with you. And you were here in the infirmary when I saw Lieutenant Johnson maybe half hour later. Sure, sure. Oh, he caught him, huh? Simple as that. Fedor shoved me out of the way and went after Farelli and got him. And now you've caught Fedor. George, it's not that simple. I mean, it's Estella who's been murdered. Hey, what's over there? Elephant, sir. Where's Estella's body? Back in the trailer, George, her dressing room. Hold it, I'll tell you later. Wow, wow, look who's here, the moose. Fedor's not saying much, sir. He can't. Neither one of them can. Neither one of them? Sure, Farelli too. Apparently he came skinning over the wall in the dark and Fedor after him. All right, come on. Estella was struck over the head with a blunt instrument five minutes after you were. Boy always brings her coffee right after her act, unless she was. Wait, wait, wait a minute. Look at these two guys. Ooh, pretty bloody. That's how we found them. The guard heard the shot. Raised Fedor's leg, they were fighting over the gun. They were fighting, period. Husband and lover, sure, sure, fighting. Still added a few minutes ago. Well, it's a matter of Valentine, don't you get it? Yeah. Yeah, I get it, all right, Johnson. It isn't simple at all. Fedor was chasing Farelli five minutes before Estella died. Now, later on, we find they've practically been killing each other. So how could either one of them have killed Estella? Ah, please, boys. No pictures, I said. No pictures. It isn't good for the circus. What's the matter, Briskins? For once you don't want publicity for the tiger? Look, stop it. Well, I got a wife and kids. Get your pictures later, boys. Let's get in here. Quite a night, huh, Valentin? You should know. You started it. That's why she was found, Johnson? Yeah. Okay, Sergeant. You can let those punching bags sit down. Wait a minute, somebody. I'd like to say something. Well, it speaks. Make it snappy for Farelli. He wasn't with me all the time. Ah, what's that? No, you see, I spotted him in a big tent at the end of the show. You see, one of the clowns, he told me that Fedor just found out about who I was and everything. Anyway, I see him come after me. I know what kind of a guy he was from Estela, but he'd only catch me. I mean, well, I run, but it was not until a 10 or 15 minutes later that he caught up with her. You weren't together when she was killed. Now we're getting someplace. You're a real nice guy, aren't you, Farelli? Huh? Now, you listen to me. You ran and then you skinned over a high fence to hide in that elephant enclosure in the dark. And in the dark, he wasn't following you. But somehow, later on, he just managed to find you anyway. Lucky me. Well, I mean, he must have a wh- Where do you see me? No, no, no, not that simple. A couple of nice guys. You want to try to hang it on him now, Fedor? I do not understand. Hey, this rumble is going over yet? For fingerprints, sure. No prints. That's not what I meant, Johnson. The drawer in this bureau sticks. Let me see. I can do it all right there. All right, so it sticks. It's been shoved in too far. It's been slammed in. Somebody in a hurry wondering what's inside. Nothing. Jewelry. Where's jewelry? What's that? Jewelry. Bracelets around the neck and things. I'm her husband. I know that. Everybody knows that. Jewelry, huh? Pretty wealthy, wasn't she? Yeah. Hey, wait a minute, you guys. The stuff isn't there. Whoever killed him must have taken it. I mean, that's why she was killed. Holy smoke, that spreads his case wide open. A robbery, killing. I don't believe it. Oh, why not? Means lots of people could have done it. If these two guys were really fighting at the time. And you've got a wife and kids to worry about. What? What's the matter, Briskon? I'm making you nervous? Press agent. But you really admired that Estella didn't you? What? Oh, wait a minute. I'll skip it. If this wasn't a robbery killing, then it was a real cold-blooded murder. Gloves so there'd be no fingerprints. Something stolen to make it look like robbery. But then it ruled out the hotheads over here, too. Either one of them was in a mood to be cold-blooded even if they hadn't been together at the time. A while ago I said it was a triangle and I still stick with it. Alright, Fedor, your wife was going to throw you over, wasn't she? Yeah. Yeah, she was very wealthy, a lot more than just jewelry. Yeah, but I never seen any of it. Farelli, you were the current boyfriend. But if you had half a brain, you could see the handwriting on the wall. Even if you became the next husband, you wouldn't have lasted very long either. Nobody does. And you wouldn't have seen any of the fortune either. Say that again. Valentine. What in the name of people? I'm trying to play a different tune on a triangle. That's all, Johnson. Okay, Farelli, let's get back to how Fedor found you in the dark. Why you tried hiding from this monster in a place where nobody could even hear your call for help. But I don't know if he was so close. I don't know if he could just see me go over the fence. Then how did he know you did? How did he know where to find you? But I did see him. I was right behind him. Oh no, he'd gone away. Come on. Come on. Make up your minds, boys. No. No, listen to me. The triangle club. The two sides of it. Nobody ever suspects. You two deliberately messed each other up to make everything stick. Two sides. But I hate him. He tried to kill me. Husband and lover against the wife. There's one for you, Johnson. You better find out fast to inherit that dough those guys couldn't have got their hands on in the other way. Wait, then. That's a stupid guy. He don't mean what he... He said, Shut up and get your hands off me. That's it, boys. Go at it again. Sure, he's so dumb, he said you did it. I did not. He did. Shut up. He said you did the actual killing. He did it himself. Look out. Get him off of him. Well, we're all but here, Johnson. We got a ranked side seat. So we'll just wait for a decision. Back to the conclusion of our Let George Do It adventure in just a moment. Really, Fedor, who killed us down Yeah. Oh boy, oh boy, what a fight. Only I'd had a camera. Both of them were guilty, Angel. They cooked it up together. Well, might not have happened if Mr. Briskon here... Oh, yes, it would have. The publicity stunt didn't have anything to do with it. Sure, just a neat twist that they'd figured on a triangle. Yeah, and it might have worked. They might have got away with it if our friend here hadn't picked me for a sucker. Got us mixed up in it. Sure, that's right. So you're not so anymore, are you? I've only got a wife and kids to serve. Oh, Buster, you're a broken record. My wife and kids, my wife and kids, my wife and kids. George Valentine, you stop it. Huh? Well, it's just a shame you don't say anything intelligent like that once in a while. What's the matter, darling? The cat got your tongue? Oh, I'm not going to be fighting. David Victor and Jackson Gillis wrote the story with music by Eddie Dunstitter. 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.