 Personal notice, danger's my stock and trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you've got a job for me, George Valentine. Write full details. 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. Angels Grotto, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, you are fired. I know that's a clumsy way to put it, but I've been a nurse too many years to learn parlor diplomacy. Besides, you've been here at the Grotto farmhouse for almost a day now and you haven't found anything. Not a single thing. Not that you should have. Perhaps I was just hysterical this morning when I called you out here. But now even the police seem to agree, don't they? Mr. Murag's death last evening was an accident. Yes, an accident. And so much as I appreciate your coming to help, why should you stay on? Sincerely, Emily Flood. Oh, Miss Flood. Miss Flood. Yeah, here you are. We've been looking all over. Did you get my note? Yes, back at the house, but we wanted to... I don't like it back there. I came out to... Look, that's what I... I was a little surprised. After all, I barely even had a chance to talk to you since we got here. You see, there's very little factual evidence of any kind. Here. Did you check here? There might have been fingerprints on the handrail at my... No, no, no. We checked all that. Best fingerprint man in the state found nothing to prove anything. Not even on the wheelchair. No sign of a struggle. He hated that wheelchair. Imagine a man only 45 who usually couldn't sit still for a minute having to spend six months in that thing. It was from a sailing accident. The bone wouldn't heal. Most of the nurses were scared to death of him. But he liked me because I wasn't good-looking and I didn't have an eye on his purse. And he had told me about this grotto. The angel's grotto. It's beautiful, isn't it? All that moss and the fern. Yes. I saw it first about the same time yesterday. I just brought him out from the train and he had to come here first thing, even before supper. Did you try to find the angel like we did? Oh, it's just a legend. Indians who used to work at the mission across the ranch. The angel of stone, they say. Crossed by the waterfall, I guess. Yeah. Only it's like all those things, huh? The face and clouds, the mountain shape like a man's head. You can never really see it. The angel of death. He used to come out here and just sit when he was a little boy, you know. It was all so different than he said. A farm, I mean. Just a place in the woods. And an exciting, scary grotto for boys to tell stories about and dare each other to come close to the edge. They were lovely boys, I guess. Herman hadn't met the bottle and the blondes yet. And that whiny step-brother who still lives here was just like the real brothers. And John hadn't taken up sailing or broken hips or even gone out to the city to build his steel mills to become the richest man in the state. All been murdered. Mr. Valentine. All right, lady, we're sorry. We know you're upset. Anyway, there aren't any facts. But last night at supper, when those guys aren't boys anymore, are they? He hated his family. He said this was the last time he'd ever come back. You want the rest of it? If you're gonna fire me, you want my report? Why I say murder? Go on. What are you with there? You and he and the boys last night, remember? You were all sitting around the table? Talk business tonight. I don't want to talk anything. I'm tired. Emily, have you done my unpacking yet? Well, I thought as soon as supper is over, while you sit outside for a while. Sure, your nurse will take care of things, John. Here, have another glass of wine. It's special. No, no, no, I said... Well, a farm isn't business. I only waited till you came, John, to talk about buying a new tractor instead of writing... Oh, for the love of... Leave him alone, Jake. He's tired. Can't you hear what he said? Well, I got a setter coming around tonight. Got to get out there and help her with the pups. I only thought if he could spare a thousand dollars... Leave him alone, Jake. You'll just never understand us businessmen. Well, farms are farm. You can't operate on that. Stop it! Both of you, stop it! I came here for a one-day visit, that's all. That day starts tomorrow. Sure, Johnny, sure we understand. I don't come out of the old place often myself, but a little reunion is different, huh? No. I wish I'd stayed in Florida. Don't blame me. All those classy nurses. Please, Mr. Maraca. Well, Johnny, I know the farm isn't very important anymore to you, but all I wanted to say was... Oh, get out to your barn. Go be a midwife. Whatever it is. Now, you nurse. See if you can't give the cook out there a hand with the dishes. I notice Mary's not as speedy as she used to be, Jake. Stay where you are, Emily. Herman, for your information, I'm sick and tired of the steel business, too. You heard me, Mr. Vice President, in charge of gas and wind? Oh, yes, yes. Get everybody out. Leave us brothers alone. Have some wine. You don't want to talk business, not old Herman. Herman, the diplomatic sponge. Well, I wrote you. I'm going to retire, didn't I? In the prime of life and why not? And that means for my family, too. I'm here to cut all strings at once. Lazy relative, steel mills, old family homesteads. I'm sick and tired of supporting a worthless bunch of... Please, please. Don't. You're tired. You'll upset yourself. You said everything could wait till tomorrow. Everything you have to say to me. Yes, yes. All right. All right. I'm sorry, Emily. You two fellas. Wheelchair doesn't make a guy like me very friendly, but... But I mean it. I'm moving to Florida for good. Only we will talk tomorrow, huh? Sure, Johnny, sure, sure we... We understand? No, you don't. You're going to work for a living, Herman. Well, what's the matter with you, Jake? Earn your own tractor. Me? I'm tougher than all of you, I guess. Well, what's the matter? Want to murder me or something? Well, come on. Come on. Say something. Want to murder me or something? And then, Miss Flood, you brought John Marag out in his wheelchair to sit in the evening air, and you went back to do the unpacking and clean up the dishes for Mary the cook, who was out helping Jake. Brother Herman, he went to his room, so the testimony says where he drank that wine all by himself. Jake, he came out and smoked a cigarette for a while with the impatient invalid. Then went to the barn and was busy for some time delivering a litter of puppies. Your testimony's very complete, Mr. Valentine. So what? So, ten o'clock you came out to bring Mr. Marag in for the night, and he was missing. Because around nine o'clock, according to police reports, the doctors, his wheelchair parked here, overlooking the grotto where you left him, had a little bit too close to the edge. Look out, George! But there wasn't any evidence. You couldn't find anything. No. No evidence to show whether the brakes just slipped and the wheelchair rolled over, or whether Mr. Marag was pushed off the edge. 200 feet down to the rocks. All those hatreds and everything. Even motives. But everybody's story seemed to check. Yeah, that's it. Nothing so far can be proved. Mr. Valentine, you kicked that rock just now. Do you see how I would react? Maybe. Well, I think you should understand there won't ever be any evidence. His death was an accident. I believe that now. So get out. Get out! Johnny couldn't have been too surprised, Mr. Valentine. Said he saw the angel clear his death. Omen, I guess you'd call it. We smoked cigarette together down there, you know, half hour for his death. Surprised at what, Jake? Huh? Well, the brakes slipped on his chair, don't you think? You figure he was unconscious when it happened. We don't even know that. Look, we're leaving. I only asked. His own fault in one way. Had a fixation on that place he did. All to be the devil's grata, I always claimed. Or maybe we could blast the marble, make a quarry. Do you see me, Mr. Valentine? Oh, yes, Mr. Moraga. Look, Jake, do you mind? Sure, sure, Mr. Valentine. Mr. Moraga, testimony showed that last night your brother called you vice president in charge. In charge of gas and wind. Yeah. Well, old Johnny was the only one had any brains. Are you part owner of the Moraga Steel Mills or just a paid employee? You mean am I just the boss's brother? Yeah. Yes, if you like. And now that he's dead... Are you leaving, Mr. Valentine? Oh, no, no, don't get me wrong. Jake and I, we appreciate what you've done. But also, we're tired of everybody looking cross-eyed at the guys who benefit. I told that nurse she was being officious to get you up here in the first place. She was badly upset. Well, so am I. Johnny was my brother. Yeah. These little nurses are getting more conscientious the richer the patient is. Oh! Oh, how dare you! Mary, listen to me. I will not. And I won't leave here until... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, but you can't talk like that to me. I'll talk any way I please. I've been here 15 years. I'll call you all the names I take. I see now, cut it out, cut it out. What'd she do to you, Mary? What'd she do? Don't look at me that way! Hey, easy please. Miss Flood, know what she was up to, Mr. Maraga? She was firing me. Yes, she fired me. You? You what? Now, look here, Miss Flood. You've been put in a lot of trouble. Here, Emily, you're all right. The way she looked, the way she... I'm sorry, Mary, I didn't mean to... You see, Mr. Maraga, I happen to overhear this young lady and a policeman honking. You just found out the nurse is really a wife, eh, Mary? What's that, George? Just guessing. But it would explain why she could try to fire you, Mary, why you laugh at the word miss, not to mention some things John Maraga said last night. Why just a nurse should be so curious and hire me and fry her? Yes, yes! We were married a week ago in Florida. I did tell the police, Mr. Valentine, I wanted to tell you but I wanted to wait until... Oh, just because I'm his nurse and he was wealthy. Just because... Stop looking at me like that! Nobody's looking any way they shouldn't. I wondered what his big announcement today was gonna be. What made that hot-headed sucker wanna sell his business, cut us off? Go gallivant and off! Get out of here! Every one of you! This is my house now, get out! Look, now he's dead! Yes! He's dead! He's dead! Don't look that way. Can't you understand? I loved him. And he loved me. Don't give me that up. Oh, I wish I were dead too. Leave me alone or I will be! Good act. Good act, Mr. Maraga. Are you changing your mind? I thought you were so sure that your brother's death was an accident. In just a moment, we will return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. Tonight, we present another first-hand report on new RPM motor oil, the oil that doubles engine life between major overhauls due to lubrication. Tonight, you'll go with our scientists test-by-test as they explore the chemistry of motor oils with a new atomic tool in search of the formula for new RPM. By special transcription now, we take you to the Richmond Laboratories of California Research Corporation. The next voice you hear will be Senior Research Engineer H.F. Galindo. The test engines you hear running in the background are equipped with piston rings, which we had specially treated at the Oak Ridge plant of the Atomic Energy Commission. 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Yes, that's it. Here are the very slow measured clicking of the Geiger counter. That oil formula hit an all-time low count on wear rate. It's the one which eventually proved to be the best. The one which, after lots of road testing, we finally released is the new RPM. The new RPM. An oil so superior that it doubles engine life between major overhauls due to lubrication. It's yours today at independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations where they say and mean we take better care of your car. Back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. Angels Grotto. A place of great beauty. A place where a man fell 200 feet to his death on the rocks below. A man in a wheelchair sitting alone in the moonlight. But according to the police that death was an accident. There's no further reason for you to stay around. Still, if your name is George Valentine, well, what can you do except stall for time, pretend you can't start your car. Say, look at Jake. Is there some rope around here? I may need it when the mechanic comes to give me a tow. In the shed over there, help self. Oh, okay, thanks. Get out of the way. Good idea. So that fool Emily won't hang herself. There's a good one. Come on, Bruxy. I don't think we've gone. You realize how short our time is? You mean what he just said about Emily? George, I want to go back in and talk to her. No, Bruxy, we got to find evidence before somebody else gets murdered. The track's all right, Bruxy. And here's where the wheelchair stood. George, you and the police went over it inch by inch. Well, Jake gave me an idea. He was wondering earlier if John Maraga was conscious when he fell, remember? Yes. Okay, now, look, I'm John Maraga. I'm in a wheelchair. See, and I'm sitting here. I'm a strong guy. George, John had been laid up for six months. Well, that's not long enough to break down a dynamo like him. The point is, when he was sitting here, it would have been pretty hard to take him by surprise. You mean somebody slugged him first? No, no, no. There's no sign of a struggle. Police thought he might have fallen asleep. George, suppose he'd been drowned. I mean, remember that wine last night at something? Oh, yeah, I thought of that. But it's like everything else. Nothing left to show. Nothing left but the tracks of the two wheels here. And, hey, Bruxy, look. They just going practically a dead straight line all the way out to the edge and over. Okay, Bruxy, throw me that rope there. Oh, George, please. It's all right now. It's all right. This tree will hold me. George. Just take it easy, will you? There we are. This is one thing we didn't check. But they combed every rock down below there. When I kicked that rock loose this afternoon, remember what happened? It bounced. Okay, I'll find out what happened last night, and I won't bounce either. I hope. Hey, Bruxy, I can see the angel from down here. Yeah, it really does look like one, you know? A crossbar. I'm all right. There's some stuff to hang on to here. Angel of death, huh? I can't even see you anymore. Bruxy! What'd you say, George? Hey, not so loudly. I was just looking down before. It's a watch. What? No, no. Piece of watch chain. Sure, sure. He did hit here before he dropped to the rocks. I thought so, the way the cliff curves out at... Don't go any much, Jane. It doesn't tell you anything about it. Oh, doesn't it? Hooked on a little twig, some scrub trees here growing in a crevice. Well, you know, it doesn't have any bark. Yeah, that's right. Two places here, no bark. I'll tell better in the daylight. But, Bruxy, there are kick marks, too. He grabbed here as he fell. Must have hung on for some time, several minutes, maybe before his strength came out. Somebody's coming, George! Hey, I called you, but I didn't hear your answer. Well, I went to see George. Listen. It's gone now. Okay, come on. Get this rope out of sight. Here, duck back here. That's better. George, I hate high places, you crazy... But I learned something, Bruxy. The fact he clung there proves John Maraga was conscious. He couldn't have grabbed on there unless he was perfectly all right when he went over. He wasn't slugged, doped, anything. Just pushed. Well, I can think of a person he might have trusted. Have I guessed what was going to happen until the last minute? Oh, George. Any of them could have come down here without being seen. His shouts when he was hanging there wouldn't have been heard. Oh, Bruxy, look. Stop evading it. You know who I'm talking about. All those tears don't hide her motive. George, I just can't believe that a girl would... Yeah. You see what I see? Little Emily. George, she's crying. That's what I heard before. Yeah, walking like she didn't know where she was. George, she was... she was dead, too. She was hysterical, but she said she... I might shake. I didn't take it seriously. This is going where we were. George, grab her. No, stop. It's Herman. Beautiful night, isn't it? What are you doing down here, anyway? You know. Don't you? Why do you ask? Oh, well, I didn't believe a good-looking girl like you with her head on her shoulders. I seriously think of carrying out a threat like that. You think I'm ugly. I'm also a stupid flat-heeled nurse. Oh, well, really, it isn't any... No, stay where you are. I don't think there's room for both of us here, Mr. Moraga. All right. All right. I loved your brother. I loved John. I'm 35. I'm not pretty. I know what I am. But he loved me, too. Now, now... Please don't touch me. Don't come any closer. It's all right. I know how you feel. It was an accident. Leave me alone. Well, just an accident. That's all. I told you. Don't touch me. Well... You'll be back home! You do it, didn't you? Look out, my arms. I've handled patience ten times as tough as you are. My arms. Look out the edge. This is what I said to you. Believe that I come down here and be thinking of jumping when it's you! Who's going to go? Come on, Betsy. Step on up. He's the one who's liable to be killed. I'll get you! I said get back! Easy, all of you. Lord, what's the matter with you? She's all right, George. Killed me. She was trying to push me. I know. I know. We saw it all. We thought it was going to be the other way around. Oh? It never occurred to me. She has the same motive for getting rid of you, Mr. Muraga. You're the only real brother. You're in her way, too. And Herman, for the love of Pete, what the closer little fool said? I thought that she was... Shut up! Oh, well, you please stop it. Yeah. Yeah, that's right. We prevented a murder. Now I can prove it. Murder number two. Hey, could you find out something? Lady, would you stop crying for one minute, please? I didn't say you killed your husband. You didn't kill John Muraga. Emily, the tragedy we prevented tonight was you killing for vengeance, because you thought the murder would never be solved. Herman did it. I was... The police couldn't find any clues for you, but you were like I was. You knew it had to be murder, and so you tricked Herman into following you down here. The only trouble was when you tried to take the law in your own hands, you picked the wrong person. What? Yeah, that's right. He didn't do it. He's demonstrated that pretty well right now, hasn't he? Only you. What's your name? Mary. Oh. Did you ever see the angel? Did I? What? Come on, come on. The angel in the rocks. You've lived around here 15 years. You said you've heard the legend. Oh, that. No, no. I don't know what you're talking about. There's no angel in the rocks, Valentine. Oh, yes, there is. Because I saw it. And John Muraga said he saw it too. Oh, no. No, he did. After you left him down here, Emily, she supposedly said it while smoking a cigarette. With you, Jake. No, wait a minute. I never said it. Oh, yes, you did. I remember it, John. And that was your mistake. Because Buster, that angel turns out to be a real angel of death. You can't see that rock formation from any place except halfway down a straight cliff. Now, one of the Indians had a legend. So when could John possibly have seen it except when he was climbing down there after he'd been shoved, clinging there, hanging there? Why did John scream out that he saw the angel? Was he pleading with you to help him? And did you just stand there and laugh at him, Jake? No, no, you're crazy. I'm just a farmer. Sure, you're a big, strong guy. And that's why the tracks of the wheelchair were nice and straight, Bruxy. A man strong enough could just tip it back, load it all and give it a roll. No, you listen to me. I was up with that setter of mine. I was clean out in the barn. Mary, help me. Mary, do you know what the penalty is for providing a false alibi and a murder case? No, no. I don't even know what you're talking about. You'd better tell me fast, lady. How many of those puppies you delivered? How much of that two hours Jake really spent with you in that barn? Hey, get it. She's running. No, no, we'll get her all right. But don't believe anything of them old things. That's all, Jake! And the angel really did solve it. Well, Bruxy, the weak need accomplished didn't help Jake much. Mary wasn't really mixed up in the... But she started the ball rolling. Now the answer could do, but confess after that. I suppose she wanted to keep the farm as much as he did. And Maraga was going to take it away, sell everything. The thing that all started with her being fired. And we tried to do it the right way, George. She hired you to find evidence of what she thought had happened. By woman's intuition. So just on the basis of that, she tries to play angel of destruction, of vengeance. It was crazy and wrong. But she loved John Maraga. Those tears were all true. She told us how much she loved him. First and only love of her life. I could tell. And he loved her just as much. I know, I know. Love, love, love. How come you're such an authority on the subject, Bruxy? With you around, I'll be darned if I know. Tonight you heard firsthand how new RPM motor oil was developed years ahead of its time. Only the new atomic research tools of our scientists could make possible this remarkable motor oil progress. Here's what it means to you. Compared with the best of conventional premium type oils, as designated by the American Petroleum Institute, new RPM cuts in half the wear rate of critical engine parts, doubles engine life between major overhauls due to lubrication. It maintains the low oil consumption mileage of average engines twice as long. And it doubles protection against acid, corrosion, gummy carbon and varnish. 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