 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. 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. Tune on a Triangle, another adventure of George Valentine. Dear Mr. Valentine, that ad of yours gets me. No job too tough for you to handle. Well, I don't believe it. I got a tiger I'll bet you can't handle. Yeah, you read it right. A tiger. So unless you're just whistling in the wind, stick around your office tonight. Meet me around 7.30. I got a wife and kids to worry about, so don't fail me. Sign Jerry Briskins. Sign Jerry Briskins. 7.30. No, around 7.30. How many stripes on a tiger? 40, George. He's only 40 minutes late. That's not so bad. Probably hired Frank Buck instead. We make a lot of sense too, don't we? Wanna play gin rummy? Oh, why is it, Brooksy? We never get letters to tell anything. He's got a case. Why does he say so? Change his mind, maybe. Who knows? Jerry Briskins. Wanna bet he never even shows up tonight? Um, $5. I'll bet $5. Hello? Valentine is Briskins. You're late. I just want to make sure you're still in the office. I got held up. Couldn't get any of your building because of the crowds. Slow down, will you? What? What crowds? Look, just sit tight, will you? I'll be right there. Honest, I will. Sure, sure. Bring your tiger too, but what's this about? Oh, just a crowd. I don't know something going on. Placing everything, but I'll come around the back way. Hey, look, Briskins, you... Well, you owe me $5, don't you? Not yet, I don't. What are you gonna do? Jump out the window to avoid paying me? Oh, George, what's going on? I don't know. The street seems to be roped off down there. There's no fire engine. Yes, there is. One small one, see it? And they got a searchlight pointed at the door. What in the name of... Look, look, look, around there to the right. It's a woman on the ledge. She's about to scream, George. That's not all she's doing. Hey, look at the way she wobbles. They've got her in the searchlight. She's gonna... Yeah, maybe she can hear us from here. Hey! Hey, lady! Just 10 or 15 feet away. Lady, can you hear me? I'm over here. Hey, look, this way, will you? Oh, George, she sees you. She's not moving. Yeah, hello there. Now, look, keep your eyes on me, lady. Don't mind all that noise down there. Now, keep your eyes on me and just keep moving toward me. It's all right. It's all right. The ledge is wide enough for you to get here. George, she wants to jump. She wants to kill herself. Look, look, lady, nothing can be as bad as this cold wind up here. Now, come on. Easy, does it? Don't come near me. Oh, George, what can we do? Oh, brother Looney is a crook. Oh, listen, people are coming out in the hall. Man, it's liable to scare her, too. No, no, I don't think so. George, what are you doing? Get back in here. I don't get dizzy for easy, but I'm probably not as clever as you are. Oh, George, please. Yeah! Yeah, sure, that's it. Little stroll in the park. I think so, do you see? Look out, lady. Don't get to hold me. You're good-looking, too, aren't you? Only... only... Oh, it's all right, lady. Those are just firemen to the rescue in my office. That's all. Come on, now. Easy, does it? Yeah, just another step. Only I feel so... Hey, look, I got you. Oh, lady, what a time to faint. Hurry up. You can help you. I got her all right. That's it, boys. Get it. Get that picture. A talk of his. Hey, clear out of here, you guys. All right, hold on a little higher. Well, yeah, that's it. Where have I heard your voice before? Come on, Buster, give me a hand with this. My name is Frisk it here. Now, remember, boys, when you write captions, call it the Tigers of the Trapeze, World's Greatest Aerialist. World's Greatest... What are the name of... I told you I wasn't scared. Were you, darling? Huh? No, no, don't drop me. Hold me tighter. That's it. The lady fainted. Publicity. So that's it. Why, you... That's it. That's it. Get it, boys. Get the expression on his face. Wonderful, wonderful. In fact, you feel as fuzz, Dick. Now, let me go, Valentine. Let go, I said. She got plenty of money. A hundred ain't enough for you. Okay, we'll make it to. It's worth it. Press agent, five thousand bucks. Couldn't stop me from... Don't stop it, I said. I got a wife and kids. Oh, you shut up. It's a job. That's all. I got rid of... She went down to buy all the photographers a drink. Oh, she did. Bullied for her. Now, look, Valentine, you can't sue her. You just get laughed at. What's the picture? Okay, so you look a little silly in a few front pages. It's publicity, ain't it? And for you, too. She's pulled that stunt in every city she's played. You mean you pick a sucker in every town? No, no, no. They'll walk her around the building itself. You were something extra. Oh, come on. How could I resist that silly ad of yours? Hey, how about the fancy pool, huh? Oh, I tell you, she's a great little artist. Brisk in that silly face of yours. All right, all right. Pay your 250. Well, you cut it out. Ah. Wow. Bruxy, I thought you said you got rid of everybody. I am here, yeah. But I wait. Well, let me go. Go on, friend. Beat it. I wait to see you. You hold her. Huh? I follow. I am here. I see everything. Who are you? A man going crazy. Beat it, you big moose. The party's over. Go on. Get out of here. Hold it, hold it. Hold it. Hello. Your name's Fedor, ain't it? Yeah. Leave us alone. I see how this man holds her. What? In the name of heaven. I mean, Fedor's a husband, I think. Third or fourth and slipping fast. Wow, wow, wow. Husband. Another tiger, I suppose. Well, look, Fedor, just shut the door quietly. And don't get your tail pinched as you leave. George! Hmm. Oh. Upset about something, aren't you, Fedor? I traveled 200 miles to get here. Who are you? You said that before. Never mind. Ah. Jealous. Is that it? Didn't like the way I held it. I can see. I have heard the talk. Who are you? Well, it's his idea, you know. Yeah, yeah, that's right. This guy, this, this, uh, Jerry Briskine. He and your wife are just like that. Who? Probably a lover for all I know. So long, everybody. Oh, wait, wait. Fedor, I'm very pleased to meet you. I mean, I got a wife and kids, you understand? I'm your wife's no press agent. That's all. Keep talking, sucker. I do not understand. Neither do I, big man. But then I only met your wife tonight when he brought her here. So you, you know how these things are. Talk it over with him. Uh, him? But it's... I'm sorry. I thought this guy had an accident once. Fedor, my name is Briskine. Our no press agent. That's all. Look out! No! It's dark! No! Wait a minute! Cut it out! Stop it, guys! You crazy, big fat woman. What's your idea? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Leave me alone. Leave you alone? What about me? He is the one. You said he is the one. He is my wife. Oh, well, it wasn't true. He just made it up. I don't know anything about your wife or about this guy who deserved to get kicked around a little. So who cares? Well, for that matter about any of this cock-eyed business. I am sorry, I said. I am sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so tired. I travel all day. I make full of myself, yeah? Yeah, yeah, that's right. So, uh, good night. Palantai Fetis her husband, Estella's husband. That's her name, Estella. Only had an accident a couple of months ago. That's as I understand it. Look, look, look. I don't care who's been where. Now get out. Get out, both of you. Please. Lisa. I love her. She's my wife. All right, sure. That's great. That's fine. Every man to his own mistake. On the telephone, she said she's too busy to see me. She's my wife. Well, take it up with Dorothy Dix. And now you say that this man... Pedro, Pedro, we've been through that. He told you it wasn't true. It's not me. It's not me. I'm a press agent, not her partner. Her partner? So? Oh, now look, both of you. Be quiet. She worked with partner now. Is that true? There is partner? Look, will you just leave me out of it, Pedro? I work for a living. No, tell me. Get your hands off him. What do I have to do? Point a gun at you, too, to get you out of here? Okay, Fountain Town. We'll leave. I'll go first. No. No, not yet. Okay, if you guys think I'm kidding... No, no, no, please. You don't have to threaten. I'm sorry. It is lonely in hospital. I'm all confused. I need help. The man's bored with you, story fader. So long, Valentina. I'll send you check in the morning. Wait, I say, Mr. Valentina, you don't have to get behind your desk like that. I don't, huh? I don't know what to do, but it would be easier with guns. Watch him! Watch him! Right off. Cut it out. Yeah, yeah. Easier with gun. Yeah, thank you. Goodbye. Put that gun back here before I... Holy, holy smoke. There is a lover, you know, and fader's got your gun. Now look what you started. Look what I started? What did you say? Somebody's laughing to get murdered. Well, brother, I should have finished this part of it earlier. I shouldn't have... All right, Bruxy, don't look at me like that. First a sucker, then a sourpuss. I know, I know. I just don't like being thrown into the middle of a three-ring circus. That's all. Not with all the animals running loose. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. Ever stop to think about where your motoring safety begins? It begins with the condition of your tires. 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Yes, if you happen to be George Valentine and sometimes you wish you weren't, you're picked for a sucker in a publicity stunt. The only trouble is you can't get out of it because the Tigris has a mate and he has your gun. Well, it isn't the price of a gun that bothers you. It's the thought that you may never get it back because sooner or later it may be tied up as exhibit A in a murder case. So, you decide you'd better find out about the corpse elect. Who it might be for him to... Now, part of the Mac, I can tell you that there ain't no secret. All right, this way, ladies and gentlemen, see you in a garly garly show. Have fun, all right. Ask Estella herself. She'll tell you who her boyfriend is. Today's boyfriend. Quite a man eating tiger, that girl. She's doing her act over in the main tent, huh? Yeah, great performer, lady. Great. What's the name of this part? Uh, Estella, she's got nose like iron. A picture of her walking around the outside of a building in the newspaper. You see me? It's a man of Mac. He got nausea or something. It makes him busy just to think about it. Just tell us where we can find this partner of hers. Oh, he's busy catching her naturally. That's the act. That's always been a racket. Free flips and she lands in his arms. A lucky stiff king for a day. Hey, right this way. See him shimmy and shake. His name's Farelli. Flying Farelli. Couldn't fly a kite. $60 a week bum. But big and good looking. All her assistants have been bums. She's the act. Top number in the business. But I could tell you a lot better if I could look in your tea leaves. Oh, you're doing fine, thanks. Circus must be a small world. There's something in store for you, dearie. What could it be? Just give me a chance to read your... Well, ain't that pretty? Yeah, lettuce leaf, nice and green. And so easy to read too. Mr. Fedor, he was one of her assistants once. Big stupid thing. Always jealous like that. But a bark don't mean a bite. Her husbands don't last long, huh? Well, nothing happens to him if that's what you mean. Fedor's the only one got dropped on his head. Yeah, and about that time, she was getting sick of my butt. George, what are you driving at? Oh, it was an accident to Fedor, all right. You don't catch me gossiping about my dearest friends. No, I'm sure. You worried about something happening? Why don't you wait outside the big tent for Stella herself? Or go over there in that palace she calls a dressing trailer. I can tell from the music she'll be on in a minute. I'm not that worried, thanks. Oh, don't want to get mixed up yourself, huh? Ha-ha-ha-ha. Well, she won't even see Fedor now. All through with him. So he won't come out here hanging around too close. I know he won't. Okay, thanks, lady. You fill me in. How do you know it? What's the stopping? Who reads the tea leaves? You or me? Neither one of us. The cops I already sent for. Stop it. That's quite an act she's got. Ah, even where's a tiger skin? Not much of it. George, what did you mean back there, asking people about Fedor as though you thought he's accident? Nothing, nothing, Angel. I won't question his accident. And I think he's ugly too. But when you throw away all the trimmings, this is nothing but a love triangle. Check. Well, nobody'll thank us for interfering. Yeah, not even Briskine. He's on the outside. But you know, sometimes in a triangle, Bruxy, the guy who looks like a villain, is really the one who's level to come out on the short end. Oh, here we are. Come on. Well, she's not even through taking bowels yet. Look at her. Blowing kisses. Never mind. We'll deal with that. Uh-oh. Here he comes. Oh, the other part of the triangle. He doesn't stay for the applause, I guess. Uh-huh. Kind of in a hurry too. Excuse me, Mr. Farelli. Hey, wait a minute. I'm sorry, but I want to talk to you. I'm sorry. Oh, he's running, George. Got out fast, didn't he? Looked like he'd seen a ghost. I said, maybe there is something brewing out here. George, look out! So I get the gun back after all. Over the head. It was Fedor, George. You were in the way. I heard you. I heard you. I'm so happy you can hear. You can join the party. Who let you in, Lieutenant Johnson? I let myself in. George, Fedor didn't drop the gun. He just hit you and kept on running. He was chasing Farelli. There was a big homicidal nut running around loose. So who has to do the work? Me, naturally. Hey, hey, one at a time. What do you mean? You got him? Yeah, yeah, just this second. One of the boys reported. What happened? George, what happened was murder. Murder? Well, I had to take care of you first, naturally, and so I stayed with you. And you were here in the infirmary when I saw Lieutenant Johnson maybe half hour later. Sure, sure. Oh, he caught him, huh? Simple as that. Fedor shoved me out of the way and went after Farelli and got him. And now you've caught Fedor. George, it's not that simple. I mean, it's Estella who's been murdered. What's over there? Elephant, sir. Where's Estella's party? It's not out here in the dark. Back in the trailer, George. Your dressing room. Hold it. I'll tell you later. Wow, wow, look who's here. The moose. Fedor's not saying much, sir. He can't. Neither one of them can. Sure, Farelli, too. Apparently, he came skinning over the wall in the dark of Fedor after him. All right, come on. Come on, get on your feet. This is very interesting, Valentine. Estella was struck over the head with a blunt instrument five minutes after you were. Boy always brings her coffee right after her act, and there she was. Wait, wait, wait a minute. Look at these two guys. Ooh, pretty bloody. That's how we found them. Guard heard the shot. Raise Fedor's leg. They were fighting over the gun. They were fighting, period. Remember, sure, sure, they were fighting. Still added a few minutes ago. Well, it's a matter of Valentine. Don't you get it? Yeah. Yeah, I get it, all right, Johnson. It isn't simple at all. Fedor was chasing Farelli five minutes before Estella died. Now, later on, we find they've practically been killing each other. So how could either one of them have killed Estella? Pictures, I said. No pictures. It isn't good for the circus. What's the matter, Briskine, for once you don't want publicity for the tiger? Look, stop it. Well, you got a wife and kids. Get your pictures later, boys. Let's get in here. Quite a night, huh, Valentine? You should know you started it. That's why she was found, Johnson? Yeah. Okay, Sergeant. You can let those punching bags sit down. Wait a minute, somebody. I'd like to say something. Well, it speaks. Make it snappy, Farelli. He wasn't with me all the time. Huh? What's that? No, you see, I spotted him in the big tent at the end of the show. You see, one of the clowns, he told me that Fedor just found out about who I was and everything. Anyway, I see him who come after me. I know what kind of a guy he was from Estella, but he'd only catch me. I mean, well, I don't know, but it was not until the 10 or 15 minutes later that he caught up with her. You went together when she was killed. Now we're getting someplace. You're a real nice guy, aren't you, Farelli? Huh? Now, you listen to me. You ran, and then you skinned over a high fence to hide in that elephant enclosure. In the dark. And in the dark, he wasn't following you. But somehow, later on, he just managed to find you anyway. Lucky, maybe. Well, I mean, who must have a wh- Well, you see me! No, no, no, not that simple. A couple of nice guys. You want to try to hang it on him now, Fedor? I do not understand. Hey, this room had gone over yet? For fingerprints, sure. No prints. It's not what I meant, Johnson. Fedor, this mural sticks. Let me see. I can do it all right. All right, so it sticks. It's been shoved in too far. That's what I mean. Been slammed in. Somebody in a hurry wondering what's inside. Nothing. Jewelry. Where's jewelry? What's that? Jewelry. Bracelets around the neck and things. I'm her husband. I know that. Everybody knows that. Jewelry, huh? Pretty wealthy, wasn't she? Yeah. Hey, wait a minute, you guys. The stuff is in there. Whoever killed him must have taken it. I mean, that's why she was killed. Holy smoke. That spreads his case wide open. A robbery killing? I don't believe it. Oh, why not? Means lots of people could have done it. If these two guys were really fighting at the time, anyway... And you have got a wife and kids to worry about. What? What's the matter, Briskon? I make you nervous? Press agent. But you really admired that Estella, didn't you? What? What? Oh, wait a minute. I'll skip it. If this wasn't a robbery killing, then it was a real cold-blooded murder. Gloves so there'd be no fingerprints. It's something stolen to make it look like robbery. But then it ruled out the hotheads over here, too. Either one of them was in the mood to be cold-blooded, even if they hadn't been together at the time. A while ago, I said it was a triangle, and I still stick with it. All right, Fado, your wife was going to throw you over, wasn't she? Yeah. Yeah, she was very wealthy, a lot more than just jewelry. Yeah, but I've never seen any of it. Farelli, you were the current boyfriend. But if you had half a brain, you could see the handwriting on the wall. Even if you became the next husband, you wouldn't have lasted very long either. Nobody does. And you wouldn't have seen any of the fortune either. Say that again. Valentine, what in the name of... I'm trying to play a different tune on the triangle, that's all, Johnson. Okay, Farelli, let's get back to how Fado found you in the dark. Why you tried hiding from this monster in a place where nobody could even hear your call for help. But I don't know he was so close. I don't know he could just see me go over the fence. Then how did he know you did? How did he know where to find you? But I did see him. I was right behind him. Oh, no, he'd gone away. Come on, come on, make up your minds, boys. Fado, you used to be Estella's assistant, didn't you? What? Uh-huh, the fortune teller told me. Estella's act always used an assistant. But in my office you said, does she work with a partner now? Is it true there's a partner? Ha, fake surprise. Did he say that? So maybe yours was the act, Fado. Murderer's husband on the loose. Folks that people like me and Priskin so there'd be no doubt about it, plenty of witnesses. But he did try to kill me. Sure, an act to set this all up. Because who'd suspect two guys fighting for their lives of taking time out to sneak over here and kill a woman in cold blood? Time out, team, then back to the fight. Team? No, no, listen to me. The trying of the club, the two sides of it nobody ever suspects. You two deliberately messed each other up to make everything stick. Two sides? But I hate him. He tried to kill me. Husband and lover against the wife. There's one for you, Johnson. You better find out fast to inherits that dough those guys couldn't have got their hands on any other way. Wait in there, that's just stupid. He don't mean what he... Shut up and get your hands off me. That's it, boys. Go at it again. Sure, he's so dumb he said you did it. I did not. He did. Shut up, last mouth. He said you did the actual killing. He did it himself. Well, we're all but here, Johnson. We got a ranked side seat. So we'll just wait for a decision. Then it was really Fedor who killed Estella. Yeah, oh boy, oh boy, what a fight. Only I'd had a camera. Both of them were killy, Angel. They cooked it up together. Well, might not have happened if Mr. Briskon here... Oh, yes it would have. The publicity stunt didn't have anything to do with it. Sure, just a neat twist that they'd figured on a triangle. Yeah, that might have worked. They might have got away with it if our friend here hadn't picked me for a sucker. Got us mixed up in it. Sure, that's right. So you're not so anymore, are you? Only small kids a job, that's all. I got a wife and kids business. Oh, Buster, you're a broken record. My wife and kids, my wife and kids, my wife and kids. George Valentine, you stop it. Well, it's just a shame you don't say anything intelligent like that once in a while. What's the matter, darling? You cat got your tongue? Listen to the difference. In a few seconds you will hear Geiger counters measuring automobile engine wear. The engines are equipped with irradiated piston rings, which make it possible for the Geiger counters to detect where as it occurs. You will hear authentic scientific proof that new RPM motor oil cuts in half the wear rate of critical engine parts. Doubles the life of the average auto engine between major overhauls due to lubrication. 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