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I waited as long as I dared, even called you at home, but there wasn't any answer. When you do come in, no matter what time it is, get over to my apartment as soon as you can. Don't call me. I can't tell you about it on the phone. But please, darling, hurry, this is one time that I need help and don't spare the horses. Huh, Brooksy needs help. Probably wants me to fix a broken zipper. Okay, Angel, let's you service. Morning, Brooksy. George, you finally got here. Yeah, okay, let's see the problem. I'll fix it for you. It isn't quite as easy as that, darling. No, what do you mean? George, you know I went shopping at Coverly Saturday. Yeah, missed you too. Oh, please be serious. The things I bought came this morning. Good service. The things I bought and something else. Yeah, what? I went over the packages and there was one I knew I didn't buy. It wasn't the right size or shape, so I opened it to see. Wrong size, send it back. It was this, George. Oh, diamond and emerald necklace. Or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Probably a trinket you bought for Aunt Minnie or somebody you forgot about. I didn't buy it, darling. And it isn't a reasonable facsimile. It's real. Oh, you sure could fool me. How do you know? That it's real? Because there was a note wrapped up with it. Here, read it. Miss Brooks, the little item enclosed is a bit too hot for me to handle just at the moment. So I'm taking the liberty of smuggling it in with the purchases you're having delivered. I happen to remember that you're assistant to George Valentine, so I know I can trust you. Just hide it away somewhere and I'll come to your address and pick it up on Monday. And, of course, it'll be a fee. Hmm, no signature. No, no signature. Don't you see, George, somebody stole this thing, found a way to get it in with my packages, and now I'm in possession of stolen goods. Oh, no, wait a minute, Angel. Suppose the police are following this whoever it is and they trace him here. Oh, look, Brooks, he stopped dramatizing. Can't you see somebody's just playing a gag on you? This thing isn't real. It's only paste. It's a practical joke. I don't think so. I still think it's real. Uh-uh. Want me to prove I'm right? Well, certainly. Okay, okay. Mo's pawn shop is just around the corner. I'll go down and have him give me an appraisal. Let's suit you. Well, yes. Give me them jams, lady. I'll have Mo look at them, and then let's go back to the office and get to work, huh? Yes, sir. Good morning. Is there something I... George Valentine. How are you, my friend? Fine, Mo, fine. I stopped in to get a little expert advice. Of course, of course. Always glad to be of service to you, George, and no expense. You understand? Yeah, I understand. So, like they say on the radio, what's your problem? Well, it's like this, pal. You know Miss Brooks. Sure, sure. Well, I'm thinking of getting her a necklace, a gift for a special occasion. Ah, sir, that's it. And I can help you, George. It so happens I have several verifying pieces in right now. And I could give you a special price. Oh, not so fast, old boy. I know just what I want. I have a sample in my pocket. Well, I can have one made up for you and save you some money. Yeah, this is what I have in mind. Very pretty, George. Now, how much would it cost me to have one like that made up in diamonds and emeralds? You're kidding me, my friend. I apologize, of course, but you could not afford such a necklace, George. No. Well, just roughly how much? I don't know. With real diamonds and real emeralds? I would say about... Well, what's the matter? Wait, wait, wait. I'll put my glass on these stones. You understand, I might be wrong, Georgie, but... Look, Mo, what's the gag? You've seen Pace before. You don't need a glass to look at it. Georgie, you're a good boy. I don't know where you got this necklace. And I'm not asking any questions. What? What do you mean by that? My friend, for this, I would give you today $15,000. And I could sell it for $20,000. You could. If I had the $15,000, which I ain't. You could leave it on and sign consignment with me, Georgie. When I sell it, I'll just take 10%. Now, let me get this straight, Mo. You mean this thing is real? No, Georgie, you know it's real. Just making fun with me. Where did you get it? Well, it's... I mean, you see, Mo, a friend of mine bought it, and he was afraid he'd been shipped. Ah, that's it. I knew you were fooling. How much did you pay for it? $20,000, I think. That would be right. You could tell your friend he was not cheated. Yeah. Thanks, Mo. Be seeing you. Hey, Georgie, what's the hurry? I gotta get back with this necklace. My friend will be in to pick it up any minute. Bruxy, Mo says that... What in the dickens? Hey, Bruxy. Bruxy! Good Lord. Oh, Johnson? Now, look, I'm up in Bruxy's apartment. Johnson, something's happened to her. I left her here just a few minutes ago. When I came back, the whole place had been turned upside down. She's gone. What do you mean upside down? Stuff turned over, drawers pulled out. Looks like a struggle. Now, listen, I'll probably need your help. Listen, what do you mean, Mr. Johnson? Somebody's here. I just... Well, how are you? Where's Miss Brux? Miss who? You know who I mean. The girl who lives here. Sorry, but Donna who lives here just commenced to fix the plumbing. Yeah, well, now you listen, Buster. You're no plumber and you're going to tell me what happened here. I don't get excited, Mr. I finish my job and I'm getting out. That's what you think. First, you're going to tell me what went on in this apartment and what you're doing here. I got news for you, bud. I said I'm going and I am. I don't know you're not. Now, okay, you will... If all is so far, somebody managed to get a necklace in with Miss Brux's shop. Oh, I thought it was a gag, Johnson, a fake. But when Mo told me it was real, I came right back up here to her apartment. You can see for yourself how the place looks. Yeah, yeah. Somebody made a shambles of it already. Now look, Johnson, the way I figure whoever put that thing in with her packages came here for it. She told them she didn't have it, which she didn't. I did. They didn't believe her. So one of them dragged her out while the other one combed the apartment for it. Oh, you think there might have been two of them? Naturally. Somebody had to grab Miss Brux. Somebody else had to tap you in the head. Well, he didn't have to, but he did, Johnson. Now, I got to find Bruxy and I don't know where to begin. I could make a suggestion. Well, come on. What's stopping you? You might start by getting a line on who put the necklace in with her packages. Must tie up somebody. Oh, yeah. Sounds easy. How? Where'd she buy this? How do I know? Hey, wait a minute. Covaly, she said. Covaly's department store. All right. They've got a jewelry department. A good one. Yeah, yeah. See what you mean? By the way, I suppose this mug got the necklace. Wait a minute. I had it in his pocket. Yeah, here it is. Guess he didn't think I'd have anything to do with it. Okay, then. Straighten your tie and get down to Covaly. See what you can find out. Can't you come along? Valentine. It happens. I'm in homicide. Not the robbery detail. I got to get back to work. If you need any help, give me a call. Good luck. Yes, sir. May I help you? You're in charge of the jewelry department here? Yes, yes. That's all right. Okay. Now, tell me. Do you have a diamond and emerald necklace in stock with five emeralds worth around $20,000? Yes. Yes, we did have a necklace. Such as you described until yesterday. That's what I thought. It was stolen, huh? Stolen. But, of course, not... Look to Sal, you don't have to be cagey with me. My name's Valentine. I'm working with the police. I'm happy to know you, Mr. Valentine. I know you're covered by insurance, but what was it? A hold-up? Got a description of the man who took it? Of course we have a description of the man who took it. You see, the necklace you have in mind was not stolen. It was sold yesterday. Sold? That's right. Well, is this it? Let me see... Mr. Valentine, where did you get this necklace? It's the same one. It is? But you haven't told me... Where I got it? I found it. Oh, and what made you think it came from Covales? Because there was a Covales label on the box. At least I'm glad it wasn't stolen. That's a help. I should think it would be... Oh, skip it. You don't understand. Now, what I want to do is find the owner. Who bought it? We could return it. Yeah, and perhaps you could. And all because of this thing a girl... Who bought it? A gentleman by the name of Guy Ferrell. You mean slick Ferrell, a big gambler? I believe he is known as a gambling operator, yes. Well, that puts a different light on the whole thing. Oh, it does? Yeah, it does. Now maybe I can find a missing girl and clear up this whole mess. Thanks to sell. Call Ferrell on the phone in half an hour. He'll tell you he's got his necklace. This is Mr. Ferrell's residence. That's right. I'd like to see him, please. Well, I'm afraid Mr. Ferrell's busy. I see. Well, if you don't mind, I'll wait. My name is Valentine. How do you do, Mr. Valentine? I'm Mrs. Ferrell. Oh. Your husband is busy, you say? Well, I'm not sure, but I think so. A man came to see him, and they went into his study. I've been upstairs, so I don't know whether he left or not. Well, uh, would you mind finding out? Not at all. That is... What was it you wanted to see my husband about? Well, I have something for him. That's all. Something that he lost, I believe. And your name is Valentine? Yeah, that's right. But he wouldn't know the name. I just found this thing and traced it to him. I'm sure he'd like to have it back. Oh. Well, all right, Mr. Valentine. I'll see if his call is still with him. His study's right here. Yeah. Thank you very much. Guy? Guy, you're still busy, dear. There's a man who has something... Guy. What's the matter? What's the trouble, Mrs. Ferrell? Hey, look. Is... is that your husband? Yes, yes, it is. Oh, wait a minute, easy. Mrs. Ferrell. Yes, yes, but... I think you'd better go out for now. Oh, no, you mean it? Yes, yes. I'll have to use the phone. Oh, no! Johnson, this is George Valentine. Yeah, Valentine. Ain't I lucky? No, but she told me to call you if I needed help. I'm on it. Guy Ferrell's place. You'd better get here right away. Guy Fer... I got a job for you now, Johnson. Ferrell's been murdered. Turn to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. I don't have to tell you that the holidays are almost here. If you're like most of us, you're scurrying around all over the town, doing the 101 things that need to be done in getting ready for Christmas New Year's. What's that got to do with automobiles? Well, I'll tell you. 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To tonight's adventure of George Valentine, we are sent for, not by a prospective client, but by your own secretary. She has a problem, which you laugh off for the moment, but you can't laugh off the fact that she was sent a valuable necklace along with her shopping, or that the man who bought it and smuggled it in with her order was a big-time gambler, who is now dead, or that Bruxy herself is missing. If your name is George Valentine, you know that finding Farrell's murderer will mean finding Bruxy or vice versa. Mr. Johnson, at the Farrell Home. Ms. Farrell, you say you have the least idea of who your husband's caller was. Not the slightest, Lieutenant Johnson. But you showed the man in, and your husband apparently knew him. Yes, yes, he knew him, Mr. Valentine. I'm sure of that. Because when he saw him, he called him my name. Oh, it's something. What name? It was Gus. He called him Gus. Uh-huh. No last name, of course. No. No, that's all he said. Just, hello, Gus. Well, did your husband seem glad to see this, Gus? Well, now that you mention it, I don't believe he did. He seemed a little upset. You know the man if you saw him again, of course. Yes, certainly. He was short and stocky. Very dark hair, black, I believe. And he had a mole or something on his left cheek. Hey, Johnson, that's my man. That's my man, Valentine. Only, I don't happen to know who he is. No, no, I mean, that's the mug who knocked me over the head in Bruxy's apartment. Answers the description perfectly. Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's great. You don't happen to know who he is, either. Uh, Miss Farrell. Yes, Lieutenant. Suppose you go on about whatever you have to do, Mr. Valentine, and I'll look around here at it before we go. Oh, yes, yes, of course. Please call me. I could be of any help. We'll speak to you on the way out, Miss Farrell. Johnson, Johnson, don't you see this all ties up? Yeah? How? The necklace, Bruxy, Farrell's murder, everything. All right. What's yours, Eric? All right. Farrell bought the necklace, probably as a present for his wife. That we know. Sure, sure. Go ahead. As he took it away, he saw a mug named Gus watching him. He knew the guy. Knew that if he tried to take it home with him, he'd be held up and robbed. So he quick figured out something. He went back to the shipping room and had someone put it in with Bruxy's order. That makes sense, Richard. But this Gus followed him and saw what he was doing. All he had to do was get to Bruxy first. Which he apparently did. Yeah, when she told him she didn't have it, he didn't believe her. So he had an accomplice take her away and scoured the apartment for it. When he didn't find it, he came here, and he already picked it up. Look, Valentine, I believe all you say, but we still got a couple of question marks. It's mug Gus and his pal. Don't forget, I got a big question mark, too, Bruxy. Yeah, yeah, I know. I know. Well, all I can do is go back to headquarters and pull out the pictures of every mug named Gus. You and Mrs. Farrell can look at him. Johnson, I got to cancel out those question marks faster. And I got a way to do it. Farrell obviously knew who Bruxy was. He said in his note he knew she worked with me. Well, he knew, but nine chances in ten Gus and his friends didn't. Still don't. George Valentine wouldn't meet a thing to them. That's getting us somewhere? I think it will. Suppose they find out that a certain diamond and emerald necklace was lost, found by George Valentine, and he's trying to locate the owner. Yeah, yeah, it's good. But how'd you go about fixing it so they don't? That's the easy part. Johnson, I got to get Bruxy back, and you got to get a murderer. I think we can do both at the same time. But, Chief, that was just a plane accident. I'm a reporter. I don't miss stuff. I checked on it, I tell you. Yeah, yeah, I know. Huh? Okay, Chief, I'll cover it. That guy's off his rocker. Well, George, what's on your mind, if any? Look, Hank, I found a diamond and emerald necklace. Oh, great. I never have that kind of luck. It's worth $20,000. Better still. Tell you what to do. Turn it over to the police. Nobody claims it in 30 days, it's yours. Well, you settle down for a minute. After this necklace, my girls disappeared and a man has been murdered. Well, that makes quite a... Huh? Yeah, now listen, I want you to do something for me. Sure, George, glad to. Find the murderer or your girl? I'll find both of them and give you the exclusive story, but you got to do something first. Okay, such as... I didn't find the necklace, Hank. But the guys I'm after don't know it. I want them to think I did. And how do you do that? Well, that's where you come in. I want you to write a story for your paper about how a George Valentine found a valuable diamond and emerald necklace. Get him to stick it on the front page. You've got him frozen. I'll give you a description of the necklace and my telephone number. Now, remember, your story says that I want a way to return it to the owner. Now, sit down at that typewriter and get to work. Yes, sir? Paper? What's that headline you were calling? What do you mean, machine? That diamond necklace thing. What is it? Yeah, ain't that something, boss? A guy found a diamond and emerald necklace worth $20,000, it says. Yeah, what do you know about that? What's his name? Philip of the Navy. Hey, what are you? A cheapskate? You want to read about it? You buy a paper. See, I got to make a living, you know? Oh, all right. Okay, sure. How much? $0.07, Mr. Hey, ah, it's a dime. Keep the change. Well, thanks. Philip and him and Valentine found it. The story even gives you his telephone number. Hey, Valentine. Sounds like a phony name to me. Okay, Johnson, you wanted to see me. Why? Well, I see with the paper you found a necklace. Look, Johnson, is that the reason you got me down to headquarters? You're going to tell me that on the phone. Now, now, now. Keep your shirt on. I know that was a gag to smoke out the guys that ran off with Miss Brooks. And a gag to get your murderer. Maybe we've, uh, got a little bit ahead of you, Valentine. I got you in to show you a picture. Yeah? Yeah. It wasn't exactly necessary. I showed it to Mrs. Farrell, and, uh, she'd made the identification, all right? Just wanted a double check. Okay, okay. Where's the picture? Here, here, here. Recognize the carry? Yeah. That's the guy that conked me in Brooks's apartment. Who is he? Mugman, by the name of Gus Scully, Carmen Hoodlum, second-storey man, Tubit Mamler, Longwick. You got him? Well, uh, no. No, he doesn't seem to be sticking around his regular hunts. But we'll catch up with him. Don't worry. Oh, yeah, sure. I suppose you will. But if my hunch is any good, I'll catch up with him first. Yeah. Ha. Because of that story you saw in the paper, that's how. And right now, you're keeping me away from the phone. And by the way, Johnson, Well? Don't get me down here again unless you've got something. I'm gonna be busy finding my girl. All right, sister. You know what to do. Tell this Valentine just what I said, and you won't get in any trouble. Yes, I know. Okay, go ahead. Call a number. Now? Yeah, now. Don't try any funny business, sister. Tell him just what I said and nothing more. Then will you let me go? When I get the necklace, sure. Why not? Is this Mr. Valentine, the Mr. Valentine who found a necklace? That's right. Yes, he's the one. Well, thank heaven I got you, Mr. Valentine. I'm the one who lost the necklace. I bought it at co-release. Their label was on the box. Bruxy, tell me, can't you talk to somebody with you? Oh, yes, sir, that's right. Can't you tell me something, Angel? Yes, a diamond necklace with emeralds. That's right. Do you have it with you now? Sure, right here in my pocket. Now look, Bruxy, I'll give anybody the necklace to get you back. Oh, that's very thoughtful of you. I appreciate it. Look, look, what does he say? Just a minute, Mr. Valentine. He says he didn't want to leave it around his house, so he put it in a safety deposit box. You did say it's in your safety deposit box. Didn't you, Mr. Valentine? I get it, sure, sure. Oh, well, where can I come and get it and when? I got a paper, I'll put down the address. Right now, Angel, anytime, just so I get you back, that's all. Oh, I see. Just a moment, Mr. Valentine. He says he absolutely won't let me come and get it. He insists on bringing it to me. He likes my voice and he wants to meet me. Oh, tell him to meet you. Wait a minute. I can see, in Grinnell Park, a quarter of a mile inside the Durand Street entrance at 10 o'clock tonight. If I do, will you let me go? Sure, sure. Tell him. Mr. Valentine. Yeah, yeah, Brooksy. You, you sound very nice to me, too. I'll meet you in Grinnell Park at 10 tonight. I'll park my car about a quarter of a mile inside the Durand Street entrance. Go ahead, will it bring you? Oh, yes. I'm sure of it. And you can't miss my car, it's a... Light blue convertible. Light blue convertible. I'll be there, Rachel. Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Valentine. Well, I'd be glad to see you. Your name's Valentine, ain't it? Why, uh, yes, yes, that's my name, but... Okay, hand over the necklace. But, uh, it's so dark here, I can't see you. Who are you? None of your business. Give me that necklace. Oh, no, no, no, indeed. No, I won't. I'm delivering the necklace to a very nice young lady who called me on the phone. Where is she? Up there in that car. She didn't want to get out on such a dark night, see, so she asked me to get it for her. I'll go to her. She had a very nice voice. She was a lady, I'm sure. And I'm also sure that you are no gentleman. Oh, you think so, huh? Well, suppose I ain't. You got a necklace on you, and I want it, see? Well, you're not going to get it, no, indeed. The lady said... Yes, it's me. What are you doing? What's that? That jerker was a gun right in your ribs, a gun that shoots bullets. Now, get it. A gun? Oh, good heavens. I wouldn't want... Excuse me! Let go of me! Let go of me! Drop that gun! I said drop that gun! That's better, friend. Yeah, that's what you think. Oh, yeah. Stay where you are, ain't you? Jetties, I'm going to cross her. Yeah, it's right. That damn was crooked. You're going to be crooked, too, as soon as I find your face. Yeah, Bruxy. Be right there. Hold Johnson. George! He almost killed you! Oh, vice versa. Johnson! Okay, okay, Valentine. You waited long enough to go. What are you trying to do? Run a one-man war? It worked, didn't it? There's your killer, Johnson. He'll tell you about his accomplice. Yeah. And you better pick up his gun, too. The boys might need it to hang that murder on him. George, how did you ever know he was a murderer? I'll explain the whole thing in a few minutes, Bruxy. Oh, let's get out of here and have a cup of coffee. If you're planning to drive home for the holidays, then here's an important reminder. You'll find independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West ready and waiting to serve you with friendly, courteous service, top quality products, and spotless restrooms. Car savers are particularly proud of their spankin' clean restrooms and make it their business to keep them well scrubbed. Stop in during your holiday trip at any standard station or independent chevron gas station where they say and mean, we take better care of your car. George. Angel. I think you're terrific. Good call for you. You do why? Well, because you caught a murderer all by yourself with no help at all from Lieutenant Johnson. Oh, that was nothing. Nothing? No, just have it that way. I wasn't really interested in catching a murder. All I wanted to do was to get you back. Oh, darling, you did? Naturally. George, you're sweet. I had to get you back, Angel. You too? Sure, all those letters I dictated have to go out by tomorrow. And I can't read your shorthand. Oh, George! 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 Bailey is starred as George with Virginia Gregg as Bruxy. Let George Do It was written by Lloyd London and directed by Kenneth Webb. Ken Christie was heard as Lieutenant Johnson, Joe Forte as Moe, Ted DeCorsia as Scully, Lois Corbett as Mrs. Farrell, and Polly Bear as DeSalle. 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. Let George Do It is heard overseas through the worldwide facilities of the Armed Forces Radio Service. 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