 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. Greetings as always, Mr. Lover. Time for another Let George Do An Adventure. This one carries the rather elongated title of See Me Once, You've Seen Me Twice. Now, I don't want the kitties to lose faith in their heroes, but it's all about a cowboy with a broken heart, and he didn't get that way from losing his horse either. It was a gal, partner. Dear Mr. Valentine, my name is Wallace, and I have just met a girl named Lucy, Lucy Lamaroe. Isn't that the most musical thing you ever heard? I said I could spend hours just saying it, Lucy Lamaroe. And I could spend pages just telling you about Lucy, Mr. Valentine, only I figured there's enough competition as it is. In fact, there's too much. That's what I want to see you about because it's mighty perplexing. You see, Lucy told me there wasn't anyone steady, I mean, and she's not the sort to go telling fibs. Only then, who, Mr. Valentine, is the man who just told me to stay away from Lucy? Or he'd kill me. This man said he'd kill you, Mr. Wallace. Oh, I'd much rather you just call me Wally, Miss Brooks. Here, sit down. Won't you have a soda or something? Oh, this man, you said he said... Well, yes, just came right out and said it. And Mr. Valentine, at first, I thought he must be Lucy's father, only when I noticed he was well-preserved, I thought he was more likely a brother. Father, brother? Why would... Well, you know how men can folk and be about a girl like that, living all by herself in a big city, a protective sort of. Oh, she lives all alone, huh? Oh, she's never actually said, but I guess so. Right across the street, Apartment 17A, and that's why I asked you to meet me in this drugstore here. Well, your girl does all right for herself. City Tower's over there as one of the fanciest places in town. Any money, she's got us some honest hard work. She's a working girl, I tell you. Something rather than a theatrical profession. Oh. But she's not like what you think of those people. She's clean and straightforward. Nothing flashy about her at all. Not even false eyelashes. Okay, okay. Stop being scared to death. We'll get the wrong idea about Lucy and tell us about that guy. I just don't know her very well yet, and I don't like to pry. There's this man who follows her all the time. I've seen him. Go on. Well, that's about all there is. I asked her about him, but she's never even noticed him. But I have. He sits here pretending he can't make up his mind about the flavor of ice cream. Only the minute Lucy comes out the door of that apartment house, he ducks, and then he follows her. I've seen it, I tell you. Private Detective George. Maybe. Yeah, yeah. That's what I thought. One of those eye-fellows, maybe. So, yesterday afternoon, when I seen him wearing over a banana split, I took the bit in my teeth. What do you mean? I mean, I accosted him. I said, see here, you buster. What kind of a caper are you trying to... Well? Well, that's all the further I said. He struck me. Oh, he was the sensitive type. Holy smoke, it was awful. He just knocked me flat, and then he said I could stay away from her or he'd kill me. And then he walked out without even paying for his food. Well, there is nothing funny about it. He was a big, heavy-set man in an overcoat and a green hat. That's all I can tell you, but he had fish-like hands. Here, just look, look. See, on my cheek, where he could be right there. We know, we know. It's not funny. I'm sorry. Oh, you're joyous, swollen, isn't it? He was wearing a ring. He hit me so hard, he knocked part of it loose, and he left so fast he didn't even notice the part. Here, there, see? A diamond. He was wearing a diamond ring. Sensitive type with class. Look, I know I'm not too smart about these things, but Lucy's a nice girl, and she doesn't know what it's all about either. I think somebody ought to find out before there's any real trouble. Yes, somebody like me. Okay, Brooks, you stick around with Wally here. See if you can spot the menace. I'm going to visit the main tent. I want to see the big attraction, name of Lucy. 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. I'm leaning on the bell floor. You tired of something? You're Lucy Leverall? Isn't it an item to apologize for? Come in. Thank you. Your hoof. Never mind, I'll call you Popeye on account of the muscle. Ah, Valentine. George Valentine. Santa Elena. No, no, sister, it's stupid. The blank look on my face is surprise, that's all. I don't like to be called, sister. No? Sit down or something, won't you? I like surprises. Look, brown eyes, he showed me your picture at you all right, but you're the surprise. That's nice. Who's him? Never mind, let's clear you up first. Am I difficult? You're a big success, I understand. How do you get that one? I'm theatrical. Chorus? He must be a regular hermit. See me once, you'll see me twice. What do you do? Never mind, skip it. I take cases from idiots. Only, who's the big heavy-set man on the green hat who waits for you in the drugstore and follows you? Which drugstore? Hey, where's your Harry? I want to see a man named Wallace. Lucy. Your new one? Well, don't you even have one named Wallace? Don't connect. Oh, brother, that does it. Bye-bye, Lucy. I don't see we've achieved much. Come again more often or something. Where do you think you're going? Well, into the elevator, friend. Keep your part of it. Oh, what's the matter? I mess up your overcoat? I want to talk. All right, then, don't wave your hands. One of the stones is going out of your ring. It doesn't look pretty. Shut up. All right, all right, go on talk. What are you up to? What's the big idea? Slow down, Buster. Get your hands off of me. And you stay away from her. If you're the one that's been taking her out the one she's been meeting, I'll kill you. You hear me? I'll kill you. I'm sure you're going to stay away from her like that. Oh, brother, what kind of a three-ring circus is this? Sleep tight, Buster. I've got a return engagement with your girl. Stand still, I said. What do you mean by that? I don't ring the bell this time. That's too bad. I don't like double talk like you gave me before, sister. I called the cop on the beat to haul away your boyfriend down there. What? Green hats are a little too jealous for the public good. Also, we need some smelling salts. All right, now take off the hat and glasses and start making sense. Who is it? I said, let go. There. I beg your pardon. And I only want to know what... What did you say? I said, whoever you are, get out of here before I call a policeman myself. Hey, look, Lucy, say some more. What kind of an act is this? Get out of my apartment this instant. Look, look, I've got eyes. I can't be crazy. You're the same girl that I just talked... I'm Lucy Namerow, the dancer, and I've never seen you before. Oh. See me once, you've seen me twice? Hey, give me those glasses. Blue eyes. Blue, not brown. Hey, what am I... Her name is Audrey, and I saw her running down the back way when I came up just now from lunch. Two of you? She's your twin sister. Yeah, she's got to be. Audrey and Murphy, and she's my new partner, thank you. Her hair is dyed, though. You might have noticed that if you hadn't been so busy confusing the kind of girl she is with the kind of girl I am. Oh, listen, I... I'm sorry. I'm sure two coats and they're two hats. Well, even your clothes are identical. Well, now look, you can't blame me for that. We wear them in the act. I've arranged our first engagement for next week. You've probably never been able to afford the type nightclub that engages the Lamerow sisters. Shadow dancing. But I suppose you prefer burlesque, anyway. Huh? Oh, no, no, I'm all lost now. Wait, you just said Audrey wasn't your sister. My sister was killed in an automobile accident last year. It took me months and months to find someone who looked enough like me to replace her. Well, Audrey has apparently just had some fun confusing you. Well, it compliments me for making such a good choice. But whatever your little problem is concerning her rugged admirers, I assure you I'm not interested and I'm very busy, so please get out. Now, just a minute, Miss Lamerow. That guy in the overcoat, the one Mr. Valentine here slugged, is a pretty important man. His name's Muscat, Lefty Muscat. And he's got a record like a... Officer, for the last time, it's none of my business. Ms. Murphy's personal life is her own, so you can just wait till she gets back. Hold it, hold it, please. I told you what this boy Wallace said about us. Wallace is a very nice boy, but a little too nosy. Don't you think, Mr. Valentine? He says Lefty Muscat's been following you, not Audrey. Nonsense. Why would he? I'm not going to call it unless this Muscat person is colorblind where I's concerned. Anyway, I certainly don't sway the way Audrey does when I walk. Couldn't possibly confuse us. Unless Audrey are wanted Lefty to be confused. What's that? Muscat's in the confidence game. Blackmail, shakedown... Really, I'm the one who's confused by this time. Look, your Officer friend here says he's known you for years. You and your sister made a pile of dough in the past. Well... All I'm trying to tell you, Miss Lamerow, is that Audrey has since the first time I saw her up here a week ago. Now, when Mr. Valentine gave me Lefty Muscat, it gave me some to go on. So I checked the records fast. Muscat's been seen with a dumb blonde several times the last year, and her name's Audrey. She helps in his payoffs. Why? Still don't understand how that concerns me. Don't you? She's crooked, too. You've got a lot of dough. She's worked her way in to be your new partner. Oh, no, this is ridiculous. I know she seems pretty dumb, but just... She's dumb like a fox, I tell you. Muscat used her as a go-between when he couldn't show himself. Lucy, please. Big successful dancer hires unknown partner. Don't you think you ought to be a little bit interested in her personal life? I'm getting her a good job. What did she want? That's what your Mason Dixon boyfriend wants me to find out, I guess. Why? What's up? What's the reason for all Muscat's jealousy? What kind of danger are you in? Oh, nonsense. I'm not in any... Well, what should I do? All right, help me check back. What'd you first hear of Audrey? Aren't you happy to give her the job of partner? Because she looks so much like me that... Oh, I... I see what you mean. There was an agent, I think, called me just two or three weeks ago. I never dealt with him before, but... Here, Franz Kling. He called me and arranged an appointment for her. Let me see that. Franz Kling, theatrical bookings, carnival nightclub specialy, are ex-Kling's clusters of talent. He called and she came. But... but, Audrey, it just doesn't make sense to me that she could be up to anything besides winking at men. Sure, sure. She's got clusters of talent herself. Come on, lady. Let's go see Kling. Nobody's up to anything, huh? If that's Mr. Kling behind the desk, I'd say he's one agent who's collected more than 10 percent. He's been murdered. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now, back to George Valentine. Am I difficult? Sit down or something, won't you? I like surprises. But if your name is George Valentine, you're not so sure you do. For instance, the surprise of meeting the booking agent who got Brown-eyed Audrey at her job as Lucy Lamero's partner in a successful shadow dance act. The agent's name is Franz Kling. But he doesn't use it anymore. He's dead. Murdered. Sure he's murdered. If you don't shoot yourself with a 38-tenth swat of the pistol, do you? Who's arguing, Lieutenant Johnson? I am with myself. Doc says it could have happened several hours ago, sometime this morning. Elevator man says he's got a toothache. I didn't notice who's been up and down. George will be back in a minute. But I don't see any reason why this murder has to have anything to do with Lucy's new partner. My dear Miss Brooks, in one half hour since this was reported, we have got witnesses. To what? To the fact that Kling was an agent with no license, with no visitors, except guys from the finance company, and with no clients. Well, then... Except Miss Audrey Murphy. Oh. In fact, his desk drawer shows the same thing. Not much of a desk? Not much of an office. Not much of an agent. Oh, no. People next door didn't hear any shots or anything. What do you mean? Up here several times in the last month. Also out a few times with a guy in the evening. Hello, ancient woman. Well, Valentine, you find her? No, took Lucy home, but Audrey wasn't there. Does Nadria live with Lucy now? No, not only to practice their acts. She's got a room in a boarding house downtown. Well, not at home. Landlady wouldn't notice the time of day if you gave her a free watch. Good case. I like cases like this. Nice and clear. We're just going over his things, George. Mr. Kling was up to something with Audrey all right. Such as? Well, he got at a job with Lucy, for instance. But it looks like more than that. Only more of what? Don't ask me. Okay. Hey, hey, hey. Where are you going? You just got here. I got a shadow. I'd like to get rid of him. Come in, Wally. I thought I left you back in that drug store. Well, I had to make sure I know what's going on. If you're Lieutenant Johnson, you see, I'm the man who started with and I... Did you know this guy, Kling? No, sir. I never met him. Lucy ever mentioned him? No, sir. She didn't know me, either. Just the man who sent Audrey a tour. Holy smokes, he must have been so glad to finally find somebody she could use as a partner. I mean, people wouldn't notice the difference in their eyes. I mean, why should Lucy go asking a lot of questions? Why didn't you tell us about Audrey? I'm in the first place. I mean, why should I? Was Lucy that man kept following not Audrey? She was never around there. Mr. Wallace, I want to know why you're so anxious about Lucy. Oh, well, you see, she's got a good deal of money. She and her sister made in the years past. That's what I mean. Why does it interest you so much? But somebody like Muscat might be after it. Or Audrey is. He's not the kind to want to work for money or this Kling man. You. I mean you. Well, I mean, that's why I worry about Lucy so much. Oh, John, stop trying. What are you, the boy's dense? Now, go on, feed it, I said, Wally, and stay away from Lucy. We'll look out for her. Well, what have you say? Now look, my fine feathered friend. All right, so I interfere. The boy's dense, but he's right. Huh? It does all tie together. Have you been going through the stuff in the desk drawer? Yeah, George. Well, that's why you didn't shut the drawer and look underneath it. What? Here, in the mat of the rug. A diamond? Yeah. That'll tie it together, won't it? Another diamond from Muscat's ring. This time at the scene of a murder. Why, no, sir, we bandaged Mr. Muscat's John. He left the emergency hospital here immediately. I don't know where he went. Of course we've been watching his rooms. His pool rooms, too. The rooms his bookie lives in. The rooms it's rumored he and that Brooklyn Blonde once took a pay-off in rooms, rooms, rooms. But you know what? They're all empty. Look at that. Lefty Muscat, a record a mile long, attended blackmail extortion. What about the girl attendant, Adria? She's a big, brave man with his fists, but he let her do the dangerous work like pay-offs once in a while. But can't your men even find her? No, she's disappeared just like he has. Are you all right, Bruxy? Nothing was gained by Cling's murder that I know of on the swindle end. They never actually did anything to Lucy and she's the only one with money. No, and they won't now either. Whatever this was, we stumbled into the middle of it. Somehow it broke it up. Brown eyes and lefty are probably on their way Wait a minute. Yeah? Mr. Valentine, thank heaven I got you. I've been calling all over. Yeah, yeah, well I just got back in the office now, Lucy. I've had a message from that Muscat person, Lefty. He's still in town. Wow. Call me wrong a couple of times. What? Never mind. What kind of a message? A note. The doorbell rang here at the apartment and there was a little man at the door. He just handed it to me and ran. What did the note say? Listen, call Circle 3752. Don't tell anyone or you'll be very unhappy and it's I Lefty Muscat. Well, did you call? Do you think I'm crazy? I'm scared to death. Now that I've told you I'm going to get down to the police headquarters as fast as I can for protection. Well, I'll see you there, Lucy. Thanks. Well, what was it, George? What did he want? Yeah, run down this number with the phone company fast. Uh, Circle 3752. Why do you think it was? Long distance or something? What's your desire? There's any way. Come on, Angel. Oh, tell. I don't know who's had the phone installed. It's one of those places just room 22, that's all. Real choice neighborhood. Elevated tracks outside, sunken-eyed clerks inside. Kind of a place people hide out in, no questions asked. Kippen, I want to know about Lucy. I talked with Audrey. That means Muscat's out someplace on the loose. Lucy's all right. She tors straight to headquarters. Here we are, 22. All right, little Audrey. Hey. This is the same phone all right, the same number. It's been less than 10 minutes since... Lefty Muscat. Yeah. Yeah, that's been only about 10 minutes, too. Dead or in a mackerel. Back to the conclusion of our Let George Do It adventure in just a moment. Muscat want me to come there for. I don't know, Lucy. Nothing makes any sense that I can see, but he was killed by the same gun that killed Mr. Kling. Hey, oh, hey, oh. Oh, here you are. No, not again. Hello, Lucy. Hello, Wally. Gee, I've been so worried. No, I've heard all about it. You're very solicitous. Holy smoke. When I saw you, you needed help. Oh, come on, cut it out. Will you play another tune? Huh? Nobody's been trying to swindle a girl. Of course not. Well, that's certainly not what Lieutenant Johnson has. Well, don't look for him. He's getting a dragnet out for Audrey. Audrey? Yeah. Audrey has been seen a couple of times the past year working for Lefty Muscat. We know how jealous he was. He was her boyfriend, I guess. Yeah, and he swung at both you and me, Wallace, because he was looking for somebody she'd been spending time with. Well, that was Franz Kling, wasn't it? I'm pretty sure. So Lefty found who he was and killed him, that's all. Then Audrey had found out what Lefty had done and killed him. What? Women don't do things like that. Well, she was seen leaving that hideout room. Nobody else was. My phone must have caught her there just before or just after the murder. She had to have killed Muscat. And there's enough circumstantial evidence to hang her. Oh, I didn't know. Only, uh, there's another way it could all work out, too. Yeah. Like, uh, suppose you killed both men, Lucy. What? See me once, you see me twice. Well, this Muscat person was being killed. I was in my apartment all the way across town. That's what's bothering me, lady. The city towers is pretty plush, and you can't hear the trolleys from there. I remember it. What did you say? But I heard a trolley when you phoned me. So you weren't in your apartment as you said you were. Well, and desperation is not a bad stunt. I don't follow you, George. Phoned somebody and say you got a note to call some strange number. And you give the number where you are. By the time I called, you'd flipped on the radio, and by then I talked to Audrey. Are you crazy? What in the name? I know, Wallace, I know. Audrey is a separate person. A lucky double for Lucy here. All carefully established. But how often has she really been seen? Has she ever been seen with Lucy? Of all the ridiculous stupid... Of all the people in the world who pull a double act, a twin act, you could do it most convincingly, Lucy. Because you really did have a double once. Your sister, who died a year ago. How? Well, maybe that's an angle. You ended up with all the dough, at least. Stop it, I won't listen to you. Okay, let's stick to the present. Blonde mixed up with Muscat. Now, suppose that was you. Why? Search me unless the guy had some kind of a hold over you, like your real sister, how she died. I'll kill you, I will. I don't kill it. Your eyes, look at her eyes. They're blue. Can't you see that? Yes, George. Audrey's eyes were brown. You said so yourself. You know, I read an item in the newspaper a month or two ago. Probably lots of people must have seen the same article. It's said that it is now possible to change the color of your eyes with a new type of contact lens. We're waiting for Lieutenant Johnson. Do you know where he really is? He's searching your apartment for brown contact lenses. He's ordering an investigation of your sister's death a year ago. He's rechecking all the people who've been allowed to think they've met a little Audrey. He's... Hey, Lucy. Lucy, Lucy. What's the matter with you? Shut up, you stupid meddling hellbilly. Holy smoke. You didn't really do those things, did you? Well, what's the matter with you? You see, think of something. You've seen me once. You've seen me twice. Boy, that's the way it was. I mean it really was. Yeah, that's right, Wally. There's something phony with the sister's death. Apparently Muscat knew it when she saw four or two. So Lucy dreamed of a wild plan to get rid of him by inventing a new partner who could be blamed for his murder. Oh, not the wild, George. She might have got away with it. Holy gee. Who would suspect that of a lady like Lucy? Oh, Buster. If I ever met a guy who was stupid when it came to women... I'm impulsive and persistent. That's all. She tried to brush me off, but I just... But you need a lecture on the facts of life. How to fix she didn't break my heart. I already got plans for somebody else. I learned my lesson. You've what? Mm-hmm. You couldn't tell Lady Godiva from little Goldilocks. You couldn't either. Oh, but this is different. Well, honest, honest it is. You don't have to worry about me. It's, uh... Miss Brooks. It's... Oh, no. What am I laughing at? Good night, George. You have just heard, and you've seen me once. You've seen me twice. Another Let George Do It adventure. Robert Bailey was starred as George Valentine with Virginia Gregg as Bruxy. David Victor and Jackson Gillis wrote the story with music by Eddie Dunsteader. 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.