 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 as always, Mr. Lover. Time for another Let George Do It adventure. Which carries the intriguing title of The Treasure of Millie's War. Now, of course, you're wondering what exactly could be so valuable around that old jetty. But mark my words. There's a buck to be made. George Valentine will smell it out, even if he has to tie a sardine to it. Nothing ever happens in Millie's War, at least not since my last husband died, and that was years ago. Nobody of any importance lives here anymore, but here we are, situated on the historical Old Bay of Islands. Yesterday, when I was gone, picking blueberries, my parrot, whose name is Cupid, and who steals things, and whose wings ain't clipped so he can fly, stole something. I don't know where he got it or how, but it's a map, here in this place where the Spanish ships used to come, and on the map is a mark. But why would anyone put a mark at a place under water? Yes, out behind one of the islands where it's easy to fathoms. On this map, there are arrows and directions and a great big red X. Shut up! A map, Mr. Valentine, and something under water, and an X to mark the spot. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now back to Let George Do It and George Valentine. Well, but it's only a torn piece of notebook paper the kinds you buy in a 5 and 10. I know, I know. And the red is just pencil, just ordinary pencil. I know, I know, I know. You certainly don't see anything to get excited about in just a little bit. Mr. Valentine, why should anyone draw such a map? Well, to locate a shoal maybe. You said it was shallow out there. 20 or 30 feet, but no, no, no. Maybe somebody wanted to remember a place to anchor. Hasn't been a ship in the bay bigger than a snipe since my second husband went to the bottom in a lumber scowl. Exciting, ain't it? Now look, Millie, so your bird wanders around the wharf picking things up, so he gets a piece of paper with scratches and arrows. Asmuth readings, compass bearings, so whoever drew it could find the place Mark X again. Well, that's the way it looks, but... Now, Mr. Valentine, tell me, why would anyone draw such a map, huh? Oh, maybe somebody was out fishing and lost his wrist watch and wanted to mark the place, that's all. Just because there's a lot of legends about this bay. There are ships sunk here, lots of ships. Miss Brooks, now, when Henry Morgan sacked the city of Panama in the year 1600 something, there were Spanish ships that fled to the north, and lots of them, big galleons, was just simply loaded down to the gunnels with... Hey, hey, Millie, look. I've heard how the suckers used to come flocking to this place looking for buried treasure. And so did you, didn't you? The minute I wrote the letter, just cause I need the help of a red-blooded man who... I came here to tell you not to spend time and money trying to get in on whatever somebody else has already found. There, now, you said it yourself. Somebody's found something. That's what the X is. Somebody's found something and marked the place so they could come back, but we're going to beat them to it, you and me, Mr. Valentine. What? It's fine as keepers, ain't it? So here's what you do. Now, there's a long drink of water, owns a little store and hotel down the road. Now, his name's Uriah Jenks, and he's about as wide awake as a bonnacle, but he owns a little rowboat, you see? Only one around here, and he never uses it, but you're going to borrow that boat and just wait a minute, wait a minute. Slow down, Millie. You mean you expect me to roll all the way out just to take a look at that place marked X on the silly piece of paper? Oh, you'll roll fast, cause now I'll show this bird the parrot. Come on in here. You what? Been bandaged and put in a cage ever since I come home and found him last night. Oh, yes, I had to. My poor little Cupid who stole the map. Only look at him, Mr. Valentine, at his wing. Now, you're not going to tell me this isn't exciting and important when the same day he was innocently stealing the map, my poor little bird got a hole in his feathers. Yes, somebody shot a Cupid with a gun. Oh, leaks, Mr. Valentine. But it's been used lately, Mr. Jenks. I noticed it. Leaks like a sieve. Man practically drowned. What man? When was this? Man who used it, naturally, wouldn't be anybody else. All right, but would you tell me? Now, my advice to you is to stay away from that Millie woman, her and that nuisance bird. Good advice for any man. Mr. Jenks, we want to know who it was. Man, that's all. Man who... Oh, go on, let's hear some more. Just rented it for the day. Come in the night before... But where did he take the boat? I mean, George, he might have been the one who went out and drew that map. He bought some red pencils. I know that much. Uh-huh. That's him all right. Now, look, what's his name? Come in the night before. Yes, sir. Windy night it was. I remember that. Just a man. Short he was. Stucky. Just sort of there he was at the door, middle of the night. But... But didn't you ask him anything about himself? Spent the next day out in the boat. That's all I know. Oh, brother, at first it's apparent with a map and now it's a mysterious stranger in the middle of the night. Leave well enough alone, I say. What's mysterious? Man's name was Laver, Dr. Laver. You know how I found that out? He signed my register. See? A male Laver. And you know where he is now? It's a great way to catch a bus out of town. Why should you interfere? Nothing to get excited about? Forget him. Forget the whole thing. Well, this must be where the bus driver met Angel. Yes. There's the water tower over there. And he dropped Laver off 12 miles from town. Tony, there's nothing out here, George. Just sand dunes. This part of the shore is closer to the little islands, though. Sure. Look, here's the tracks where the bus stops. And the tracks of a man, George. Dr. Laver. Come on, they cut across the sand. At least he doesn't have a wooden leg, does he? But I bet he has a patch over his eye. There's a perfectly logical explanation for all this Robert Lewis Stevens and stuff. That's why I want to find Laver before I go galloping out after an ex. What is it? This logical... I don't know. I'll ask him. George, there's the water. Yeah. And his footsteps. So you're going to ask him, huh? They just... just walk right out into the ocean. Oh, no, wait a minute. They can't just... Hey, Brooks, he looked. Hm? Up the beach there, see? Man. Yeah, and they're working at something. Hey, stay here, will you? But, George... Hey, where are you going? Well... Hello there, friend. Sure, sure, I'm everybody's friend. Where are you going? Oh, just out for a walk, Skipper. What's it to you? When a man is bigger than you are... All right, off that. I was looking for a guy named Dr. Laver. Hmm. Look someplace else. Why? You're off a ship, aren't you? Laver's tracks go down to the water there. Well, who picked him up in a small robot? You? Oh, now look, friend. Don't be so smart. Just go away. Now you got a crew of men working up the beach. Yes, yes, yes. Of course I picked him up several hours ago. So what? Now he's out on my ship and those men are loading water for my ship. Isn't that exciting? Well, it might be. And it might not. Goodbye. Might even be worth shooting a hole in a parrot. What? Tell me, is your friend Laver the kind of guy who draws maps as he goes around putting X's on? I told you when a man is bigger than... Oh, get off it, Buster. My friend, it's too bad you're so curious. George, look out! I went and... But they just went off and left you, George. And you wouldn't wake up. They loaded water tanks into a boat and headed out for their ship. Wherever that might be. Around this next island, lady. Yeah, yeah, sure, Mac. Hey, can't you crank a little more speed out of this outboard? I'm all right. Turn in just a second. Daylight now. George, it's crazy to go banging right back out here. I'm all right, Brooksy. I tell you, I'm fine. I just slept through a couple of reels and I want to catch up with that captain. But why? He's still bigger than you and nothing has actually happened that you know he's mixed up in everything. Well, maybe I just want to see that X underwater. I'm gonna sing the ship soon to get out of the line of those trees. How do you know how exactly where this boat's anchored? Well, of course I come out during the night. That's why. Well, I'll hire up for anybody, mister. You know me and that sleepy fella, James, over on Milly's wall. Well, what did you think I was doing over there with my outboard anyway? They gave me a call. I brought them both out here and then left him. Brother, I did miss a lot, didn't I? Half the feature. There it is, George. Well, that's her. Nice tub, ain't it? Yeah. And with practically everybody on board now, huh? See, what's all that funny rig, you know? Oh, not sure. Diving, I think. Diving? Oh, I don't mean real deep sea stuff. But there's lines running down there, see? And, well, that's a pump on deck. George, so it is a train. Hey, look, somebody's been below just now. Just coming up. Look, a skinny guy on a helmet, see? Found down there. I wonder what the X really is. Oh, of course, so glad to have you aboard, Mr. Valentine. Oh, excuse my trunks, miss Brooks, but you see what I'm diving. Let's see what you found, Professor Schmidt. That's what interest me. Yes, our last trip, we should get it. Down amongst those rocks, I knew we would. They're dangerous. They're so big. Look, you see? George, look what he was diving for. A lobster. Oh, no, no, no, miss Brooks. No, not just a lobster, a type of crayfish. Yes, certainly. But up and down this coast, we have chased, looking but never finding this exact specimen. You mean that's what you're here for, crayfish? Hey, what did you get? Look, look at him, Emil. Isn't he a beauty? Oh, I'm sorry, permit me. Dr. Emil Laver, miss Brooks, Mr. Valentine. Emil is the other half of our little expedition. Expedition? He's the marine botanist. Crustaceans are my specialty. Harry, I think Mr. Valentine had a little different idea about our mysterious present. Huh? Yeah, I've talked to that old harpy, that millider. Oh, yes, yes, that nonsense, yes, I know. Oh, but now see here, Emil, I found another one of those. What? I haven't scraped the stuff off. Wait a minute, there. Well, anyway, it's the year 1600 something. It's a coin. Yes. Rather interesting, isn't it? Minted by the Spanish, I should say. I think it's called a doubloon. Oh, no, wait, let's get this straight. You guys are a scientific outfit, but you turn up Spanish coins. You make a map with an X on it, not tough. Please, there's an explanation for this. A captain of your boat takes a poke at me. Let's get him in on this, explaining, too. Of course, be patient. I suppose he's one of the eager beavers who jumped to the rail a minute that word doubloon came on. Somewhere, perhaps in his cabin. George! George, there's the captain. There's enough light so that you can see now. X marks the spot, all right. What? In the helmet, see the helmet underwater. He's down there, George, down on the bottom only. Only the way his arms are moving, he looks more like he's dead. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now back to George Valentine. You go to the town of Millie's Wharf. You meet a parrot that someone shot at. You meet a woman who is all excited over the idea of Spanish treasure, sunken galleons. You meet two scientists who seem to be a good deal more interested in the discovery of a new type of lobster. But if your name is George Valentine, the one person you met whom you'd like to meet again is the captain of the scientist ship. The man who knocked you out and left you on the beach hours ago. Only now, in the water below you, the captain has just been found. He's wearing a diving helmet, but from his appearance, he's dead. Grab these lines, put him up. Hurry now, get that winch going. Oh, to heaven's sake, get that bird out of here. Don't you touch Jupiter. She's not doing anything, Mr. Smith. Nothing much we can do, Mr. Valentine. Oh, yes, there is, labor. Come here, lady. I'm just watching. That's all. Keeping Aaron his air hose. Ooh, let go of me. Why did you come out here, you and that bird of yours? But you just up and disappeared, and then Mr. Jenks said he'd seen this ship from driving up on the hill. So the two of you hired a boat and came out, huh? Well, I've just been sitting here waiting for days. Sure, so you could see what they were diving for. No, I already knew about the money. The Spanish treasure. Here, see? After you'd gone, I got looking around, and Cupid had brought it back, and it was hidden in the... Hit the piece, man. You don't have to tell me. It's one of them pieces of eight. Cupid's stealing things again, huh? And that's why I'm here, and I'm going to stay until every last penny of it's brought aboard. I'll have you know my third husband own a lot of property around this bay, and if I haven't got some legal rights to own a ship, then I might as well... Well, join the gold rush then. Hold hands with your friend, Jenks. With what? That's Spanish sweep ahead and... Oh, Skipper, will you any luck, Schmidt? Well, the winch won't pull his line up, Mr. Valentine. The current seems to have smacked one of those lines. Yeah, you could swing the boat around, Professor. Might be able to get a better pull from the other side. Let's try it, Harry. Oh, try anything. Only step on up. Will you get that guy up? So strange. He never liked to dive. Laughed at us for doing it. He just hired Captain when we could pay him. He wasn't so lazy when he hit me. He'd already heard about that first-of-blown head knee. I guess so. Professor Schmidt found it last evening. He joked about it, meant nothing to us. Curious. But it would drive a guy like the Captain crazy. Look, didn't anybody know he was down there? That's too early before dawn. He was eager, I guess. The pumps are automatic. You just take a helmet and go over the side. Did you draw that map, Dr. Lever? What? You did draw that map, didn't you? Oh, yes. Of course. I draw them all, 50 or 60 this summer. Here, I could show you. Never mind. Never mind. Just show it. Oh, well, sometimes I go ahead of the others. Sort of reconnaissance. From our last place up the coast, I came down to this Millie's Wharf. I hired a boat. I found this place. It looked good. That map had nothing to do with it. That's a good place, huh? Well, there's no ships down there. I know that. But just things thrift on the floor of the sea, perhaps. It's all the way around now, sir. Those lines of foul. That's why we can't pull them up. Hold it, Dr. Lever. Down on those rocks. You see them? I've had that same trouble myself. What's the matter, Professor? I'm going down now myself. His ropes are all tangled. No, you were just down here. I'll take a head of them. Well, there are two of them. That's right. You sit still, Professor Schmidt. Come on, Lever. I'll help you get the Captain. Come on. Let's do a little diving. Yeah. Yeah, sure. It feels a little silly being lowered like this. These weights on the sandals. Well, the Professor didn't want you to just climb down. But it's only 35 feet or so, he says. I know. For me, it looks like 70. Boy, it sure getting darker. Can you see him yet, George? Yeah. I'm dragging these lines. It's a little hard. Well, don't get them tangled on the rocks like he did. Just take it easy, George. This is so shallow, you can kick the gear off and swim up. The Captain couldn't do it, could he? What? I didn't say anything. George, on the other phone, Dr. Lever says there's nothing wrong with the Captain's lines. Looks more like he fell, and then they got tangled. Yeah, I know. Lever's right beside me. He's pointing. I can see. I think he's right, Angel. George, you get there already? George? Captain's dead, all right, Brooks. Oh. I don't know what could have gone wrong. The air is still pumping into his helmet, but it's all crooked. Water got in too. You mean he drowned? Yeah, I guess so. Nothing else wrong with him, though. Looks more like he fell, and that knocked his helmet cock-eyed. I mean, I don't know how a man could fall under water. It's all slow motion. Unless he was... I'm not... Hey, Brooks. Brooksy. Hey. What? What in the name? Oh, brother. Cigarette near the air intake. Yeah, I heard, Schmidt. I was going to say a second ago. I guess that's how it was done. How the Captain was murdered, Angel. Yeah, you heard me, murdered. Only we'd never be able to prove it. Hey, listen. There's a pouch thing on the Captain's belt. Yeah, labor, I see him. One, two, three. The Captain was down here collecting him all right. 11. 11 more Spanish doubloons. Brooksy. Brooksy. I think you're excited about Mr. Valentine. Ah, Janks. Hey, where'd she go? Put her on. Man should stay in his element, though. Good advice. Hey, look, what's there? That's where you're staying. Below, I mean. Hope you don't get too cold for a while, Mr. Valentine. Oh, my sad. Heaven's sake, Mr. Janks. Never mind, Professor. It won't go off. You riot, Janks. I'm warning you. Won't go off unless you open your mouth, Millie. Close it. Well, I'm turning chiseler. You've got no more right to the train. Millie, I warned you. Any more of your chatter and you'll have powder burns like that pesky bird of yours did. And if you don't shut him up, I'll get my aim better and hit him. So you're the one. You shot at him. You riot, Janks. Stop it. Stop it. Both of you. That's what I say, Miss. Words are a waste of thought. Come on, there. Hello? Of course, yeah. Fly to you, too. Just listen. We've got a treasure now. A few piddling coins. We've stumbled into something that may turn out to be bigger than Fort Knox. And all I want is an agreement. Fair and square. Now's the time to make it. Now, isn't that reasonable, Mr. Valentine? Well... George! Here, give me that phone. Valentine! Hey, hurry up. What happened? Oh, you got out of your helmet. Thanks. Yeah. It's like being thrown out of a jag in a box, Angel. Now, I'm okay. Hello, everybody. Oh, George, this crazy Mr. Janks. He shot you with Mr. Valentine. He admitted it. All right. He's got a gun. Leave him alone. George! Just hold it steady, friend. That's all. You know, I kind of like you, Janks. You give me ideas. So you shot at the bird, huh? You shot at the plane and the map from the rowboat the other day. See him do it. You got the fever bad, haven't you? Mr. Valentine, Labor is still down there. Yeah, he's all right. On the phone, isn't he? Professor, how'd you guys get along with the captain? Somebody said you didn't pay him very often or something. Oh, no, no. Oh, well, we did owe him money. He was trying to get possession of the boat, but really... I'm not the guy. Not very pleasant, I can imagine. Hey, let me have that phone. Well, it doesn't have anything to do with it. That's not your idea, is it, Labor? Of course. I will come back up to deck. A helmet, a couple of lines, and a phone. It'd be almost impossible for an able-bodied man to get in trouble down there. And he could always get out the way I did. Unless his lines were really tangled, which the captains weren't. Let me have that cigarette. George, you said the air... If you're smoking, it's easy to make a man cough down there. Like this. Hey, what is it? Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm coming on deck. Yeah, that's better. But a cigarette isn't enough to kill a man, even if he choked and had trouble with his helmet. You have to stand up in one of those helmets, though, don't you? To really keep the water out. I'm coming up. You're not coming up. Not even the way I did. What? I was dragging the lines for both of us, remember? For the time being, you're with the fish, Buster. I tied your lines. You're crazy. I want to try a lot of things in front of this air intake. Maybe I can tell by the way you act, was it formaldehyde? Gasoline? That's how you killed him, wasn't it? You made him pass out down there so he'd fall and drown. Fairly shiny coins, too, weren't they? Where'd you get them, a museum? What are you talking about? Well, a man couldn't dive down that deep from a rowboat and get a coin, could he? So where did the parrot steal that coin of his along with a map? Oh, and he's been bandaged. He'd ever since that day, so he couldn't have wandered around to steal it since then. So if you had a coin that day, you didn't get it from the bottom of the ocean. You brought it here. You brought all of them here. Sure, and the map makes more sense that way, anyway. You draw a map on your buried treasure, not when you dig it up. I always threw them. I told you I'd located the space. Skip it. You sold to the ocean like you sold a fraudulent mine. And why? To get that loud talking captain who'd never do any diving himself down there. To sucker him into a spot where you could commit a perfect murder. I didn't think that away from the air intake. Buster, you started a fake treasure hunt. But too many people got excited over Spanish doubloons. That's what trapped you. Ah, keep talking, friend. We'll be down to get you in a minute, but we'll haul up a confession first. To the conclusion of our Let George Do It adventure in just a moment. Labor admitted it when he wrote his confession. Stole 13 doubloons from the collection up north. Did he ever explain why he killed the captain, George? Well, he hated the guy. The captain did have a lean on the boat. He wanted to take it away from the hard-working scientists. And I guess that's all Labor lived for, puttering around on the bottom of the ocean. But Professor Schmidt didn't have anything to do with it. No. George, wait a minute. You said the confession said 13 coins. Yeah. But as I remember, when we added them up, there were 14. Now listen, I mean, there really were Spanish ships in this bay, and where did the extra coin come from? Aren't you curious at all? Definitely. Oh, hey, say something cute, but not just XXX, what a... Get up, you skinny cop! You have just heard the treasure of Millie's War, another Let George Do It adventure. Robert Bailey was starred as George Valentine with Virginia Greg 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.