 Personal notice, dangers 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, Mr. Lover. Time for another Let George Do It adventure. Now what would you do if I were to say, go jump in the lake? Well, you might say, which one? Or, I can't swim. Or maybe that I should go to. Well, we'll forget that one. Because that's the title of our story. Go jump in the lake. And all I can say is that this tale is very definitely not all wet. Dear Mr. Valentine, or rather, I should say, dear Ms. Brooks, because if you're anything like I am, you open all your boss's letters. And now that you have it, it's really you that I'm writing to, Ms. Brooks. I need your help to get Mr. Valentine's help. You see, I work for the same kind of a man you do. He likes trouble, and so he's always in it. His name is Terence Doyle, and he's Vice President of the Consolidated Machine Tool Company. Of course, he would never, never admit how desperately he needs help than right now. So please, Ms. Brooks, bring that help quick. Otherwise, it won't be long until I'm taking dictation from a corpse. Sincerely, Ms. Mona Chandler. 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, let's try this one, ain't you? I think you're in the wrong office. Excuse us. We were just looking for a minute. The same department's down on the next floor. Employment's out at the plant. We're looking for Ms. Mona Chandler. She's an old friend of mine. Oh, well, Ms. Chandler's pretty busy this afternoon. I asked her to run through some financial statements. Oh, sure, sure, we realized, but you did, huh? That's right. And she's out. Perhaps if you called later, you couldn't speak. Oh, so I'm a liar. You got back quick, Ms. Chandler. Any reason? No, sir. He's not back yet. All right, friends of yours. Mr. Valentine? I'm Claire Brooks, Mona. Thanks for making it so fast. Sit down, won't you? Yeah, thanks. That boss of yours throws out quite a welcome, man. Yes, and Mona, he's not quite. Well, I expected something a little more earl-flinish. What? Oh, no. No, Mr. Doyle's out of town for the day. That was Gil Frank. Mr. Frank, he's the other vice president. He's quite different. Oh, I get it. You mean you're not in love with him? I'd like both of you to understand I don't love Mr. Doyle. You can only take so much adrenaline, you know? And I got over that a long time ago. So I'm not being just silly about anything, Mr. Valentine. All right, all right. But in your letter, you weren't very specific, either. I know it. And if Terence Doyle is in trouble and wants help, that's one thing. But suppose he tells me to go jump in the lake. Oh, he'd never do that, Mr. Valentine. He'd just throw you in himself. That's the way he is. I don't know exactly what the trouble is. I'd try to ask him about it, but he just laughs. And so you want me to pose as a palm reader. Well, look, lady. Do you think it's normal for a bright young businessman to get mixed up with a lot of thugs and to have to stay at work at night because in the daytime, he's busy dodging strange callers? Well, Mona, that's still not right. I've nursed him through escapades with heiresses and fights with newspaper men. But this is different, Mr. Valentine. It is. Do you think it's normal for a man who loves publicity to jump a foot every time the telephone rings? Nervous condition. Mr. Valentine, do you think a man should have to sneak out and buy himself a gun? Go on, I'm listening. I know I'm not very specific, but I'm positive. He's finally gotten mixed up in something that's way over his head. What about that gun? He bought one day before yesterday. And he got a permit to carry it for self-protection just because his office handles money sometimes. But that isn't it. He's in danger. He's being watched. He's being threatened. I know he is. And look what came this morning, a package addressed to him. You see, just addressed in printing. But I've already opened it. Here. Well, well, well, well. Mr. Doyle. Home again, sweetheart. Mr. Doyle, these are friends of mine, Miss Brooks. How do you do? Pleasure. I like friends. And Mr. Valentine. Go on, go on, sweetheart. Open the box of candy. Well, it's addressed to you, sir. I mean, I already didn't. What would I be doing without her? I'd probably stab myself in the letter and I'd she'd open anything, including a hat. Look, Mr. Doyle, look at it. What? Look what it is. Somebody sent you a second gun. Only see? It's broken. They've broken it right across the sh- Let me see that. Broken gun, huh? And there's no note or anything. But it means a gun won't do any good, doesn't it, Mr. Doyle? Isn't that what it means? Somebody knows you bought the other one and now they're telling you it won't do any good to protect yourself. Well, isn't it? Mr. Doyle, look at it. I did. So what? By the way, where's Gloomy Gill? Gone back to the plant, I guess, sir. But Mr. Doyle. Oh, take the day off, sweetheart. But you, Mr. Valentine, may I see you for a minute? My secretary thinks I'm in trouble, doesn't she? Never mind the understatement. What's this all about? She's in love, you know. That stretches a woman's vision. Carries a torch for a blind man. That's the stick of a man. I'm not going to kill Frank, only he's too sober to look at it. I said, what's this all about? What's with you? No reason, I should tell you, of course. No, no. Except I like to keep ladies happy. And I'd rather stop trouble before it happens than pick up the bloody ends of it. Gambling. Yours truly is a few thousand behind in meeting his gambling debts. Now you have it. Suppose I told you you were lying again. Oh, get out of here, will you? If you think the way you act must have fits in with just a little gambling, makes up you're crazier than I thought you were. None of your business, Valentine. Give me that phone. No, no, I've got it. Hello? Uh, hello. This is Mr. Doyle's office, isn't it? That's right. Then let me speak to him, please. Who shall I say as- If you please, I said, will you let me speak to Mr. Doyle? All right, Valentine. Now let me have it. Thanks. Hello? Yeah, yeah, this is Doyle. Hang on a second, will you? Goodbye, Mr. Valentine. OK, sucker, be the big shot. Be the one-man band. Now, look here, Valentine, I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you, but I just... Well, I don't want to spread this danger, that's all. That's how people get a quick spread on a tombstone. What if it is? I can take care of myself. I can take care of everything. Now, beat it. Go jump in the lake. But, Mr. Valentine, listen to me. After you went out of the office, Mr. Doyle was still talking on the telephone to somebody. I know, Mom. I opened the door by mistake, and I heard him screaming, I'm not afraid of you nor any of your thugs. Where's Gil Frank? I try to get him to meet you here, Mr. Valentine, the way you asked. I know he can help us, because he's noticed the way Mr. Doyle's been acting, too. But I couldn't find him at supper time, and now he's back at the office. And when I rang there, Mr. Doyle himself answered and said that Gil had taken his car out to get some sandwiches, and why did I want him? OK, I'll find him at his home later on. Well, I do have some more work back at the office, so what kind of work, Mona? Mr. Valentine, I've been going over some of the financial things, and one of our accounts is a little short. What? Well, I don't mean anything wrong. And a regular audit doesn't come up till the first anyway, but a special cash account for the executives. Well, one of them has had to borrow a little, I guess. How much? A few thousand. One of those cases. Well, I was told to go jump in the lake. So why don't you just go on back? But, Mr. Valentine, you are going to help, aren't you? I mean, you just can't just listen to you. I don't know what I'm going to do. Maybe nothing. I don't know. I said go on back to the office. Good night. But, Mr. Valentine. Good night, Mona. But George, I thought you said you weren't going to handle the case. The fewer people know I'm crazy, the better range. And listen, the guy phoned you. You can hear a rumba band in the background. The guy talking might be a gambler. Question? Where is he phoning from? No, a rumba band. Well, the only place I know, the Club 50? Uh-huh. So the guy who telephoned just might be the owner of the Club 50, Starkey Bennett, one of the biggest crooks in town. That'd be trouble enough for anybody, even Doyle. Yes, hello. It's him, all right, Angel, same voice. Who is this? This is George Valentine speaking, Mr. Bennett. Mr. Valentine? Well, if you prefer, you can just call me Better Business Bureau. What's that? That's right, Mr. Bennett. Investigations Department. It's in regard to a minor debt collection. Just routine, you know. Name of the party is, here we are. Terence Doyle. Doyle. Just thought you might know him. Heard he's traded with you. Yes, yes, of course. I know, Mr. Doyle. Yeah, that's what I mean. Ever matched pennies or anything? Young man, Doyle's just a drinking acquaintance. But he pays for his drinks, and I pay for mine. Oh, nothing on the cuff. A few thousand, maybe. No, no, a very sweet boy, Terence Doyle. Why, he in trouble someplace else? Someplace else? No, Mr. Bennett, I don't think so. Young man, you're making a mistake. I haven't seen Doyle for a long time. We were no longer in touch. The heck you're not? And how about Gil Frank? You after him, too? Gil Frank? I'm afraid I've never even heard the name. So here, young man, where are you calling from? There's something about that music. That's a little familiar. I'm calling from your own club, Mr. Bennett, from downstairs. Can I come up? Downstairs? Well, how convenient, Mr. Valentine. How convenient for my men to throw you out. Here we are, number 316. At least Gil Frank shouldn't have any reason not to talk, unless he's already asleep in bed. You mean if he knows anything? George, that Starkey Bennett must be really mixed up with Doyle. Sure, but how? Well, tell us. Apparently, Bennett would like us to think it's nothing but a little minor debt or two. Not the way Doyle's acted, and the gun and everything, because Starkey Bennett is mixed up with a lot worse things than gambling in this town, and maybe... Yeah, yeah, maybe nobody's answering the door. I don't know if there's a chance we could... George, listen. No, no, outside, coming up the street. Oh, no. Mr. Frank. Mr. Frank. George, look at him, his face. There's blood on it and his clothes are torn. Here, I've got him. This guy didn't just tie one on, ain't you? Mr. Frank, Mr. Frank, can you hear me? I'm going home. Let go. That's my home, there. Yeah, yeah. Well, at least he needs help. It's Mr. Valentine, Gil, do you understand? Can you give us your keys and help? Valentine? That's right, that's right, friend. I'll just take it easy and I'll get you. No, no, get away. Leave me alone. What? Leave me alone. I am all right. Just a little accident, that's all. Go on, stay out of it. Go jump in the lake. Well, that does it. He swung so hard, he fell in himself. Let's see at last I get company in that lake. You are listening to Let George Do It. Our adventure will continue in just a moment. Now back to George Valentine. Terence Doyle is in trouble. No question about that. But he's not the kind of man who's willing to ask for help. Nor is Starkey Bennett the gambler who has already had you thrown out of his club 50 once this evening. But Mr. Frank is a little different from the others. He's been beaten up. And as you carry him into his house and examine his bruises, you know that here at least is one man who doesn't have enough strength left to throw you out. You don't like Doyle, do you, Mr. Frank? He's big and flashy. I hate him. We have the same job, but he gets all the credit. He's faster than I am. Sharper, more guts. Oh, look, I feel horrible. What am I saying all this for? Because you're toying with the idea of being a heel, a real first class heel? But they told me they'd kill me if I said anything. All right, then. Die a hero in concrete. Concrete? What are you talking about, George? That cement dust all over the back of your coat, Mr. Frank. Most alleys don't have that. Simple. I wanted you to go away, Mr. Valentine, to let things happen. It'd be so easy. I don't know what Doyle's mixed up in, but he's always in trouble, and I have to help protect him. And this time, you were going to let him die? No. No, I would have told the minute I got around to my senses. Well, then start telling, Buster. You left the office. It was night. Doyle's known to be the one who works at night. He went out to the alley where his car was parked. It was dark. And you walked right up to his car, hauling out his keys. Probably these... Sure, sure. They thought I was Doyle. There were two men, Mr. Valentine. I never did get a good look at them. Just guys in overcoats, Midwestern accent, though. Anyway, I put up a pretty good fight until one of them got me over the head. Next thing I knew, I was in the back seat of a car. Big convertible it was. My pockets were inside out, and I heard them talking. They were mad about something. They had my wallet and stuff, identification card with a picture. I remember one of them said something about a mistake. Then they slammed down the brakes and kicked me out of the car into the gutter. That was it. That's what happened. What else was in the bag of that car besides cement? Some bailing wire, a couple of chains. Yeah. A concrete coffin designed for Doyle. All right, Buster, you were pretty lucky. Taking for a ride, only they gave you a transfer. I intended to tell, of course. It's what happened. What are you doing? You believe me, don't you, Mr. Valentine? What difference does it make? I'm calling Doyle's office to see if there's a... Hello? Wow, Mona. What are you doing there? Mr. Valentine? Well, I told you I had work to do. Only there's a policeman here, a friend of yours, a Lieutenant Johnson. What? Where's your boss? Where's Doyle? I don't know, Mr. Valentine. We just found his office is empty. He's disappeared. 14 minutes after midnight, in honor of your name, I probably won't get any sleep until the next midnight. Oh, forget it, Johnson. Now, you take, for instance, two thugs from Kansas City. What's that? Oh, yes, my friend, the police department's ever alert. Two of the roughest monkeys in the Midwest showed up in town today. The two guys who kidnapped Frank, huh? Oh, else, hired hands. Do any kind of a job without disturbing the local boy's manicures. Explains how they made a mistake. You mean the first time? And something else. The girl here finds some more money missing. That's right, Mr. Valentine. From several of the accounts. Okay, Johnson, I didn't tell you this was a peanut case. Who in this town would hire thugs like those two? And who'd like to get a businessman all mixed up with him so he could engineer a pipeline into a rich company's books? Sweat a man into dipping into the till for maybe a few hundred thousand. Then have the thugs rub him out before any link between them was found. All right, all right. Send some boys out after Stanky Burnett. I already had. Where's Doyle? He's the kingpin. Let's find him while he can still talk. Mr. Doyle is down at the plant. Yeah, he's all right for a while. Notice his car was gone, didn't you? Well, after you called, we found a note. He went to meet the plant manager about something. It's just business. Would you like to spend this, Chandler? Yeah, take a look here, Mr. Frank. Mona, somebody at Harbor Plant Phone says plant manager wants to see me. Urgent. Tell Gil, all right. Here, please. What's the matter, handwriting? No, no, it's his all right. But I was down at the plant in the late afternoon. I thought I told Doyle. The plant manager wasn't feeling well. He went home to go to bed. So Doyle's all right for a while, huh, Johnson? Going to meet the little man who isn't there. Come on. Any sign of my front? Nobody's car's out there with a side entrance empty. And I'd watch when we're all inside. They didn't see anything. Well, there's no reason they would, Lieutenant. But I'd check them all to see if anyone had telephoned the office from here. And they hadn't, of course. And the plant manager is in bed. There was a phony call, a sucker Doyle out here. Hey, Lieutenant. Yes, Sergeant? Found a man here, works at a service station down the road. OK, let's have it, let's have it. Just by the band there, Harbor Service, he called it. Only things are kind of slow at night. Come on, what'd you say? Well, there was two cars, sir. I mean, just a little while ago, that car of Mr. Doyle's came driving by. I see him stopped there by the plant. But there was this other big car parked there already. And when he drove up, a couple of men got out and went over to him. And they put him in their car, a convertible, and drove off. Well, go on, go on. I saw they had him sitting in the front seat with the driver. And the other two guys were in the back seat to watch him, I guess. Which way to go? Down to Ocean Road, Bay Road. The one that goes to the pier. Up the pier, huh? Well, Valentine, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again. They got him this time. Don't be so sure, friend. It takes time to build a concrete coffin. There you see. Dry sand where they walked out on the pier. Steps go over to the side there. Pretty shallow water to dump a guy. I don't know what I'm gonna know. Take a look down here. Easy. Nested slippery planks. Look, the boat was tied up. They cut it loose. They got him out there someplace where it's deeper. Let me see that line. Sure, sure. The rope's still dry where they cut it. Not even wet from the fog yet. Well, you will never be able to see far enough with a search like this. Well, listen, listen. Hit a motor out there? Well, Johnson, there's a big live bait boat here on the other side of the pier. What? Well, why didn't you say so? Well, let's steal it, Sergeant. Where's the rest of that crew? Come on, Sergeant. You know, Mr. Frank, that counterpart of yours, Doyle, is an idiot. I suppose so. Yeah, the big, strong boys who want excitement. Want to take care of everything themselves. Don't want help. Well, he was apparently in pretty deep attendance, and a man can't ask help when he has to admit he's dipped into his company's money. I'm not so sure. Somebody was apparently strong on him. Somebody like Starkey Bennett gets a hold on him through gambling and then twists his arm for some real money. We picked up that motor at Kent, Johnson. The guy at Ford can hear it. Oh, you mean so now the other boat can hear us? Sure, sure, they're running all right, but we're faster. Oh, cool, isn't it? It certainly is. Hey, listen. Yeah, we're getting closer now. But closer to what? Is Doyle dead or alive? Valentine Starkey gave you a lot of double talk, but somehow I don't think he'd have done that if he was a guy who hired two killers in Kansas City to get rid of Doyle this very same night. Yes, that makes sense. But if Bennett didn't hire those killers. But he'd make a great fall guy, though, wouldn't he? Wait a minute, hold it. There goes the searchlight. Yeah, not a fall, but a lieutenant. Shooting ducked on. Don't cut that motor. Get him, Sergeant. Look, he's alive, Johnson. Three guys in the boat. Well, they can't get away now. Those men. Those are the ones that thugs. Well, he's fighting with them. Ah, hurry it up, Sergeant. Give it a gas. Look out. Back to the conclusion of our let George do it adventure in just a moment. It's over, boy. Cut the motor, Sergeant. Cut it. Hey, you can see him in the watery swimming. Sergeant, pull it up closer, can't you? And there goes Kansas City. Out into the fog again. Can't even hear the motor. Hurry it up. Put it up, that guy's all right. I can reach him. I'll get him. All right, come on, step on it. Come on, now. Here you go, give me a hand. Easy, now. How are you, Doyle? You all right? Oh, that was better condition. Well, don't just stand there, Sergeant. Get those motors going. Now, Johnson, wait a minute. They don't worry about those guys when we get back to shore. Oh, yeah, yeah. And in this fog, they can land any place they want. They'll be back in Kansas City by the time we get there. I said, wait a minute. They're pretty tough, I can tell you that. You're quite a guy, Doyle. I'm proud of the Irish. Well, I'm a little glad to meet you, too, at this time. You should have asked for help a long time ago, Doyle. Like I started to tell Mr. Frank, a guy shouldn't work alone. Especially when you're the villain of the police, like you, Doyle. Him? Ha, ha, ha, ha. Oh, sure. Sure, I went swimming for fun. You went swimming because you knew all three of you couldn't get away, so you made it look good. Yeah, you have got a lot of guts. Well, they're wet now, my friend. Stop smiling, will you? I mean it. You'd have come back and still tried to face down your embezzlement, still tried to blame it all on a vague mix-up you cooked up with a gambler. But you hired those thugs. You're the pal of them. You even got them to rough up Frank here intentionally by mistake. Is that so, now? Yeah, that's so. It all boils down to a convertible, Johnson. How you get into one. Right. A convertible has two doors. Well, a guy in a service station saw you riding in the front seat of that car, Doyle. Well, what of it? They forced me to do this. Well, who has to climb in the car last? Man in the front seat, isn't it? Did you ever hear of anybody being taken for a ride who got in the car last? Hey, ha, ha, ha, really, very much. All right, so it's not conclusive. But we can ask the boys. They'll be easy to find, Johnson. And a bezler needs to throw the police off his trail. Well, for years, we might have dragged this bay for this guy's body. I would have been dead to cement it. Sure, it was a great act. All the clues. But they fit with something else. These guys didn't come down here for murder. They came to take a longer ride. They came to meet a ship. Well, ask the Coast Guard to pick up your thugs, Riley, off the nearest slow boat to China. Valentine. No, no, you're wrong. I didn't do any of these things. That's all there is, Doyler isn't anymore. Unless you'd like to go jump in the lake. You have just heard Go Jump in the Lake, another let George do it adventure. Robert Bailey was starred as George Valentine with Virginia Gregor's 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.