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What's the matter? Will you calm down a minute? Will you Bernice? No, no, no, no, no. The fourth cabin, you can find it. It's a big one, off by itself. My car is parked right beside it. I can't stay here and I can't leave. I'm all alone. I don't know what to do. If I run away, they'll catch me. And if they do, they... they might hang me. Not much of a drive. Oh, no. This doesn't look like much of a place. Either it does, it looks like. Might have been once. Nobody awake but us chickens. Here, that's the third cabin. Well, the motels all run down. Business on the border must be slacking off. Wait a minute. Here's your car. It is. She certainly doesn't need anybody's help. I'm off chromium to start a bicycle shop. Yeah. Come on, let's take a look. Probably lost, George. No, it isn't. It's what... Excuse me. I know you don't. This isn't a drive-in movie, Buster. What are you doing sitting in that car? Excuse, I said, chump. Slow down, will you? Senior, I take it back. You don't excuse. What for? You don't, but the senorita will. Excuse me. Oh, what a chump. George, are you all right? Oh, yeah, sure. Nobody here but us chickens, huh? Chris, one I ever saw with a mustache. He tried to hide when he came along. But here, see? He'd been rifling the dash compartment. Hey, the car's registered to Miss Bernice Hillary, St. Paul, Minnesota. Well, Brooke, see? She's a long way from home. Mr. Valentine, Miss Brooks, that's right. Yeah. You're Bernice, aren't you? Mm-hmm. Come in. Okay. Now would you please... You got here before sunrise, didn't you? Dawn's just coming, isn't it? Hey, hey, hey, hey, what's going on? George, she's hysterical. No, no, I'm not. I'm sorry, I made you go to all this trouble. Coming down here for nothing. For nothing. Well, look, we're here now, Bernice. So what's the story? For better or worse, let's have it. Well, I've only been here about 36 hours. I stopped over and I have my car fixed. I'm on my way to Mexico City. That's where my best friend lives. She married a man who has a tango band. Oh, it's wonderful if you like that. Well, wait a minute. Let's stay in one key, huh? You're a little young, Bernice, to be galloping off down there all alone, aren't you? On 21, it's none of your business. I didn't ask you here to discuss... All right, all right, all right. So you're on your way to Mexico. Father, know about it? I said it's none of your business, any of it. Come on, get to it. You stopped here and last night something happened. What? I... I met the woman last night for the first time. She's German or mid-European or something. She didn't tell me herself, but the chambermaid did. I was curious. Who is this you're talking about, Bernice? Hell, Guy, I think her name is. I'm not even a citizen. People sneak back and forth here, you know. They never get farther, but they do stay here for a few hours. Well, anyway, she was talking to some friend, I guess, a real sour-looking apple. He coughed a lot. And then one of those immigration men came in the other end of the bar. Well, at least I guess that's what it was. Anyway, she asked me if they could bring their drinks over to my cabin. Was she in the man, I mean? So they slipped out. Well, I didn't even come over here until hours later. I had to pick up my car at the garage. You're wasting a lot of words. Are there two rooms in this place? Mr. Valentine, I started to go to bed in here. I'd forgotten all about those two. No, wait a minute. Are the rooms through here, I guess, huh? Well, wait, wait, please. I didn't have anything to do with it, not anything. I just opened the door. I'll look for myself, thanks. I'll catch you on fast. But I see what you mean. They're both dead. It's a double-suicide, George. Yeah, Angel. Poison. Looks like it hit her harder than it did him. There's two whiskey glasses there. This little box is what it must have been in. Ew. Not almonds, but it's something that smells a little like it. There he is in the chair. Looks like maybe she changed her mind when it was too late to try to make it to the phone. I didn't see all that at first. Can you blame me? All I could see was something dark, and I touched it and she was dead. Yeah, well, never mind, Bernice. Who's the manager of this motel, Leona? Fred Dexter, I think that's it. Go find him, won't you, Booksy? Yeah, sure, George. Watched down looking blonde. Muddy skin, cheap clothes. So that's Helga, huh? She was a sad sort of person, I guess. Chambermaid says she's been trying to get into the country for months, legally. It's only a few blocks. She'd sneak over this far in the evening sometimes. Sure, I know. To pretend she was already an American instead of a floater and nowhere, living with the chickens on a dusty board are waiting for some quota. Yeah, lots of people like that nowadays, Bernice. Waiting at the Golden Gate. Guy looks about the same. Holes in his shoes. Skinny, gray hair. You said he coughed a lot. I don't know who he is. I don't know and I don't care. That's why I sent for you, Mr. Valentine, to tell the police. Yeah, you get mixed up in anything and your father or whoever it is will find out where you are and hold you back to St. Paul. Look, I'll pay you $1,000. It's written all over you, Bernice, and it's also written all over you how mad you are because these two people were inconsiderate enough to pick your room to die in. Well, kid, for my money, you ought to be spanked. And if you think I want to face the music for you, you... Please, please, Mr. Valentine. Stay there. Well, early caller. I guess I got the wrong cabinet. No, no, wait a minute. Looking for Miss Hillary. Miss Cabin, I thought it was really a thing. You work here, don't you? You're the chambermaid. Oh, look, Mr. Is... Is Helga there? Helga? Yeah, she's here. Why? She's a friend of mine. Ask me to keep something, that's all. Keep what? Well, it's a purse. Only I'm on my way to work now, Mr. And I just... Hey, what's that? Hey, what's the matter? Hey, Bernice. Bernice, come back here. Hey, you... Oh, for the... Okay, chambermaid, come in here, will you? Come on. What are you talking about? Dexter's my name, Fred Dexter. Yeah, I figured. But where is... That's Janie. Laundress, Coke, bottle washer. She's on her way to work, that's all. Getting my breakfast. And don't get so lavoured up. Cops will be here, nothing to steam about. There's plenty of suicides in this town before. Okay, maybe you're right. Plenty of suckers, too, I'll bet. Just like me. We call a police, Mr. Valentine. Now we'll just wait. What about this guy who coughed? Who was he? He and that Helga Dame, birds of a feather. Nothing to live for, and they flock together. It's easy to drink your last toast if there's somebody with you to keep your courage up. He never would have been admitted, made the quota. So, weren't that? Yeah, but I said, what about him? Who was he? Here's the evidence. Why don't you leave well enough alone? That's what the people do down here. That crazy dame who skipped out on a bill, Bernice Hillary? Forget him. He can't get far. If they do find it, there's nothing to say. It's a closed case. Buster, for the tenth time I'm asking... I'm just passing some advice. The guy who coughed, I don't even know his name. It's seen him a number of times in the past few years. He was an American citizen, wasn't he? Oh, sure, sure. But he was sick, broke. Lived on sleeping pills, whiskey, and dreams. Always been that one. Bought a case. Came here to get rich and didn't. There's a lot of money floating back and forth, you know, if you're smart enough to latch on or something. He wasn't. Are you? Look at this rat's nest. I had big ideas once. Thought I might latch on or something. Okay, that Mexican must-nash who hit me. How about him? I never saw him in my life. Okay, then this woman, Janie, who works for you. She's fat, reads movie magazines. I know what she's like. I just want to know where she lives. You mean her room? Where is it? Oh, should I know in town someplace? Why, you want a date? I want to do a little floating around myself, Buster. Maybe I can latch on to something. George, where have you been? Well, I finally found that chamber-made Janie's place in town. But, George, I've been... Never mind. Listen. She was keeping that purse for Helga like she told me, all right? Nothing in it much. Clean eggs, comb, about 16 bucks. Eyebrow pencil, handkerchief, period. And a torn lining. Somebody beat me to it. What do you mean? Well, Bruxy, I have a tiny little emerald here. And around one end of it, a bit of platinum wire. What? Yeah, all told worth 100 bucks, maybe. But this is something Jared loose from something bigger when it was jerked out. A brooch, maybe. A what? Something worth plenty. You get it? That Dame Helga shouldn't have been so sad after all. Maybe she didn't have her citizenship, but at least she had... Then he shouldn't have been sad either. The man who coughed. Huh? That's what I've been trying to reach you for. They must have owned that thing together. Darling, I checked the immigration people, like you said. And she wasn't here illegally, not this time. The two of them were married several months ago down in Ensenada. Well, how do you like that? Motors go flying out the window, don't they? That's what I mean. Helga was the wife of an American citizen and they had something worth money to. So they had everything to live for. Why would they commit suicide? There'd be more blunt proxy. Who murdered them? We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. People are sensitive to seasonal changes, that's for sure. But you know that the gasoline in your car is also sensitive to seasonal changes? You bet it is. And that's why chevron supreme gasoline is climate tailored to each different altitude and temperature zone. 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Yes, the couple who at first you thought had entered into a suicide pact, only now you realize they were both murdered. And right in the motel cabin of your client, Bernice Hillary, who has since disappeared. Only who committed murder and why? Look, mister, I told you the truth, didn't I? Why should I lie? I don't know, Janie. Why should you? Well, sure I knew they was married. Helga and that mopey-looking thing. But whatever, she's been married before. I don't see what you've seen in the guy anyway. Did you tell the police, you knew? No, I did. Why not? Why should I? So they didn't ask me. Leave well enough alone, mister, that's what I say. Even if people have been murdered? Oh, yeah, I know. Helga wasn't much, I guess. Had to duck out of her own country for something a long time ago. I don't know what. I don't know anything really except... Well, she was a person. You know what I mean? Near broker Hart, when Clark Gable was married. Sort of liked her. Ah, all right, Janie. She was a friend of yours, period. And yesterday, when she and her husband came in, she gave you her purse and asked you to keep it for her. I wonder why. Well, holy gosh, how should I know? It's a tough town. Well, she was kind of nervous anyway, like maybe the two of them was being followed. I noticed it at the time. Okay, followed. Only I suppose you didn't know why the purse was so important. What was in it? Well, there was a few bucks in it. Don't kid me, that ain't it. He means what was hidden in the lining. Something made out of emeralds and platinum. What? In hell? Well, you don't think I'd be here if I didn't know about it? Oh, no, no, I don't mean that. I never stole anything in my life and neither did hell. I'm sure she wouldn't. It might have been a hair loomer, something like that. Okay, Janie, okay. We're wasting our time. Skip it. George, what are you going to tell the police? Everything I know about it. But I wish you were more. Well, 16 parole to here we are. It's a saddle shop, farm supplies. What? Yeah, it's a pretty good trade, too, doesn't it? I just want to double up on something the police already have found out, the poison. You remember that little box that smelled like Ammons? Yeah. Well, they say it's some kind of stuff used on vermin. And this is the place that sold it. Hold the police, Mr. Valentine. Don't remember much. Hot day for this time of year. Well, did a man buy it or a woman? Afternoon, there, Fred. Nice weather. What did you say? Was it a man or a woman? Uh, lipstick. What? Pished out some change, out dropped a lipstick. I know, because I picked it up to hand it back. Afternoon, Mr. Gonzalez. George thought it was a woman. No, man. Man bought it. Okay, okay. Some guy mixed up with a woman. They shut the door back there, will you, Fabio? All these people. What's back there anyway, Mr. Heineck? Harness room. And a few slot machines I could see. That's nice. All right, now listen, Buster. Make it fast. A man bought the poison yesterday. Who was it? Oh, no, that's what I told the police. You mean you run a gambling joint? It's not smart to tell on people. Relax, son. Relax. You had a day for that. I'm blind. Blind? But I didn't. But you've been saying hello by name to all these people who've been walking back. Old customers, that's all. Recognize their steps. Oh, I see. Okay, I'm sorry. Come on, Brooksy. You're going the wrong way, Mr. Valentine. Harness room is for friends. Oh, I got some money to throw away. Okay, friends. Thanks. Only, Brooksy, maybe you better... Oh, no, there's a ladies' table. Help yourself. George, why are we going... When that door was open, I saw a guy, Angel. The far end of the room, sitting right by the window. A guy with a mustache. Hello, Chum. Huh? Having nice cards? Sir, you're... No. No, I'm not playing now. I am. Come on outside, I want to talk. No, no, sir, excuse me. Never mind that excuse routine again. Don't be tough. Not you. Not a sucker for the life. I said, come on outside. I'm staying here. You say anything. Say it here. Say goodbye. You chump. Stop it and get away from me. No time to argue, senor. I... Take it easy. Just a friendly little spat, folks. That's all. $15. People are upset when things happen. Pretty bad for business. This isn't hush money, friend. We're paying you to take care of this guy. Oh, he'll come to in time. Need a beef steak, maybe. I'll bet he gets hamburger. You're smart, lady. But I better keep that wallet he is for him. Not so fast, Heinrich. He only has traveler's checks anyway. Traveller's checks? Yeah. Might as well go to the city. Let me see that letter. Okay, try your Spanish. Jose? Oh, Jose, that's him. George, Jose. He's a detective. What? Be good reward in it if you can trace for me. Darling, he was on the trail of an emerald brooch. Oh, that's what it was. Emerald brooch, stolen, stolen, George. Go on, go on. From, uh... Anyway, some new pronounce at jewelry store, Mexico City, two months ago signed by an insurance company. That's it. That's so tough, boy. Here's the detective. He must have been looking and bringing Hillary's car for the brooch. Oh, wait a minute. What are you talking about? Jose didn't start swinging till I tried to get him outside, to get him to move, to get him away from his chair by the window. Why? So that's what he was watching. Chromium. That old garage across the alley. George, that's Bernice Hillary's car. How long are we going to wait here? Well, it's a nice, comfortable car, isn't it, booksie? It's dark already. We should tell the police. Oh, well, a board is a funny place. Collects the strays from both sides. Everybody looking for a little excitement or some easy money. Turning into floaters. Oh, George, really, I don't... Listen, out in the alley. You hear that? Key. Yeah, but you don't need them for the garage. No, somebody's got them for the car. Now stay there in the seat, Doctor. All right. Do what I told you. They can't see me in the shadows. Who's in there? Easy, Buster. I'm right behind you. Oh, yeah. Now turn around slow, Dexter. Yeah. Yeah, sure, Villain. What did you do? Steal this car? What happened to Bernice? She drove away in the car this morning. What'd you do with her? Well, I... Booksy, we know the guy who bought this poison was mixed up with a girl. What? What's that? So maybe she loaned him the car. No, no, I think you... The street can't just try to get... Hello, Bernice. Mr. Valentine. Yeah, Mr. Valentine. The sucker you called down here last night to face the music for you. See, you wouldn't have to interrupt your joyride to Mexico City. But I didn't do it. Helgan, the man, it was a double suicide. That's right. That's what the police said. Sure, sure. Only let's have the brooch. What? I don't know what you're talking about. Mr. Valentine, I know it was silly to run out on you like that this morning. I wrote around town intending to come back, but Mr. Dexter here saw me. He said I'd just be in more trouble. And he knew a place to hide the car, so I... Right across the alley from the place where the poison was bought? What poison? The poison that killed Helgan, their husband. It's a little town. I don't know where else you'd hide a car. I hear an old hand around here, Dexter. Only an old hand would know which place has a blind man running it. Convenience, so there wouldn't be any identification. So what? Come on, Dexter, I want the brooch. What brooch? This morning I asked you where Janie lived. You said you didn't know. It took me a little time to find it, and when I found it, I found a certain purse. A brooch had been ripped out of it so fast, part of it stayed behind. In Janie's place. And she said you'd been there before. She's holding his hand against the scope pocket. Stop it! All right. All right, so you got it. Yeah, stolen in Mexico City. Probably by Helga. It was hidden in the lining of a purse yesterday for only one reason, a smuggler that crossed the border, which he did. So people in this country don't even know about it. It was your big chance, wasn't it, Dexter? Whatever it was. You know what it feels like to sit down here in the dust, losing your dough, and a big chance it's floating right past you? Mr. Valentine, I didn't know. He had it, honestly, I didn't know. Oh, sure, Bernice. Last night, who besides you knew that Helga and the man could be found in your cabin? Well, it was murder, lady. Plain and simple murder. And the police know it. There's a mountain of evidence 14 feet high stacked against the tour. Look, I... I took the boat. But I did it when I thought there was a double suicide. Nobody would know. Evidence or not, I don't know anything about murder. If you ask Maiden, they did his Bernice here. I know it. George! But you said that... I said a lot of things to find out things. Maybe a more complete out-of-sea and some rigmarole will help. But I'm going to hang my hat on a piece of lipstick. And it's not easy lipstick. You mean Bernice's lipstick? No, no. Neither one of you went into action until always too late. Now, there's somebody else, Fred. Two other people. With perfect motives. And their actions, check. Oh. The man who bought the poison was mixed up with a woman. Had her lipstick in his pocket. Only I happen to remember her combs and changed handkerchief eyebrow pencil, period. What's missing from the list? Lipstick. Whose purse was it missing from? Helga. Yeah. A floater, Bruxy, who couldn't stand to share the profits. And a new husband she married to get in this country knew he couldn't trust her to make a split. Sure. Sure. Helga and the guy with the cough. The double suicides. How else could it have happened? Did you ever stop to think they could have killed each other? A double murder. Time so perfectly it looked like a double suicide. Yeah. Yeah, the husband was filled up with his own sleepy pills. Helga must have fed them to him earlier in the bar. Then she borrowed Bernice's room so he'd have a nice place to dine without being able to yell for help. And that gave him a chance to use the poison he bought from the blind Mr. Heinrich. Helga didn't marry that guy for love. She did it cold-bloodedly to buy herself a ticket into the United States where she could safely dispose of the brooch. To get the man to do it, she must have had to offer the poor groom a 50-50 split. Poor groom? Huh. Hey, the one of them was a kind who could take half of anything and they both knew it. For the minute, they were safely past immigration bang. Well, instead of a bang, they picked the obvious method down here. The one either one might have got away with. Poisoned suicide by just another flow. The border. A sad part of the world. George, I wonder if Bernice and Fred Dexter will ever wake up to what their lives are really for. I think they've already started, Angel. Here's the car, have a kiss. In my pocket. Look out, chicken. You know, George, I was awfully impressed with you. The lipstick. Noticing a clue like that. You noticing lipstick. Well, I'll tell you a secret. I just realized that clue was no good. But it was perfectly obvious. Helga just given it to her husband. Well, now look, any man should have realized. Hey, look, look what was in my pocket. One of your lipsticks. And can you prove when or where I got it? Probably been there for weeks. Women are always doing that. George, you're right. It doesn't prove anything. But explain just one more thing to me, will you? Sure, sure, go ahead. This is not my lipstick. A rolling stone, a rolling wheel bearing, gathers no moss. But when your car's gone 5,000 miles, you can be sure the wheel bearings have been exposed to a lot of grime, moisture, and road dirt. 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Tonight's adventure of 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. Let George do it is written by David Victor and Jackson Gillis and directed by Don Clark. Virginia Gregg appeared as Bruxy. Jane Webb was heard as Bernice, Eddie Fields as The Mustache, Ruth Parrott as Janie, Tony Barrett as Dexter, and Joe Duvall as Heinrich. The music was composed and presented by Eddie Dunstetter, announcer John Heiston. Listen again next week, same time, same station too. Let George do it. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.