 Personal notice stages 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. 11 o'clock, another adventure of George Valentine. Who's Mr. Valentine? Estella, who's Mr. Valentine? A book of the month on glue yourself, I said who's Mr.... How should I know? He's a man. Just like that she says it. Oh, don't talk like a girl's college, Maggie. This is your alma mater, dear, not mine. I don't know how you stand it. Oh, I don't mean it hasn't been nice for summer session, but for an aging schoolteacher like me. I know, I know. Give you a handy football team every time. You're like all the rest of the man happy's around this place. I just wondered why he was coming here, that's all. I don't know, friend of my uncle's, I guess. Be here this morning. I mean Valentine, somebody named Miss Brooks. I don't know, just coming. I thought you had a class this morning. Educational psych 110. Oh, I don't know how you stand all that garbage. Leave your mind alone, I say. Your mind's for wearing hats on, not hocus pocus and psychology 110. Hey, that's Ferris, though, isn't it? Yeah, the teeth. See my scarf anywhere? Estella, why don't you tell me what goes with him and that blonde drawl down the home? It's not interested. Who cares? Women never talk about anything but... Oh, I know you can't stand it, but you know, don't you? The girls always tell you things. And somebody said they go horseback riding together, and he's married, too. Did you know that? I mean, Vicki the blonde was an undergraduate here herself, wasn't she? So you ought to know. What's a big secret, anyway? What's with this guy, Ferris? What's so mysterious about him? Maggie, what time is it? Huh? Oh, eleven o'clock. Where are you going? Eleven o'clock. Aren't you going to wait for Mr. Valentine? I must go someplace. Well, hey, at least take your books for your eleven thirty... Estella, what's the matter with you? I don't want to see Mr. Valentine. There's too much to do. I'm not going to class. What? Oh, listen, you'll never miss a class in your life. Estella! Let go of me. But you look sick. Oh, I always said you worked too hard. But, Doctor, I wouldn't tell. I promised the other... Honey, wait a minute. No, no, I'm going. I have to go. Ferris told me to. What? Goodbye, Maggie. Estella, look out! Oh, that girl's not going to live very long. That was my car, Mrs. Ferris. We almost hit her. But what does that have to do with me? We didn't know who it was at the time. We weren't going fast. Crazy kids didn't even look up, after which she just kept on walking. In fact, she ran. But she wouldn't stop. Oh, that's Estella. Estella. Estella. Blair's your last name. Oh, yes. And somebody wrote to you about her, Mr. Valentine. Her uncle, Mrs. Ferris. I explained that to you. I wanted to see your husband, the professor, about it, but you... Well, he's in class. Good heavens, there are so many in summer sessions. Some of his classes are 70 and 80, regular tent shows. And in psychology, too, the poor thing. Now, look, Mrs. Ferris, it was this Estella's roommate who suggested we come right over here, a girl named Maggie. Well, I don't... Miss Maggie was scared to death about her. She's out looking for her now. She can't find her. She said Estella suddenly started acting so strangely and ran out saying that your husband had told her to go someplace. I can't imagine where. Or maybe she meant she told my husband to go someplace. Oh, look here, Mr. Valentine. I really don't understand what you're doing. Okay, okay, here, take a look. Oh, letter. Oh. Oh, the uncle. Dear Mr. Valentine, would appreciate it if you dropped by to see my niece, Estella Blair. I'm her guardian and now too busy to see her very often. But I've been worried the way she's acted lately, her last few visits. She's finished studying for her degree at summer session at, uh... Well, that makes it so clear. Some sort of a woman's counselor, are you? Dorothy Dick? Oh, I'm afraid now I'm really bad for... Mrs. Ferris, I talked to her uncle on the phone. He's worried about the girl because he feels she's hiding something. Something to do with your husband, Professor Ferris. Oh, excuse my underestimating you. You do go straight to the point, don't you? You think this girl and my husband... So you come to me. Well, come in, come in. Like some iced tea? It's awfully hot. I'd give you something cooler if I thought you wouldn't tell me. No, thanks. You're wrong, Mrs. Ferris. Nobody thinks that at all. If we did, we wouldn't be so tactless. If you'd seen the girl, I'm sure you wouldn't. I remember her now. A little too dull, I'm afraid, for the teeth. The teeth? That's what the girls call my husband. You know, the teeth. He smiles so beautifully. And at everyone. No. You know, I understand you're worried and blunt because you think the next car might not stop as quickly as you did. You almost killed the girl and you think she's still in danger and outlawed something. And we want to know about her fast. Well, if there's logical enough confusion, though, thinking of my husband that way, every girl in college is always in love with him, you know? But you just picked the wrong girl, that's all. Now, if it had been a red-headed research student named Mrs. Sel Jensen who keeps his notes for him, bless her heart, then might... Look, look, Mrs. Ferris. No, you look. I'm not just talking. I think you should know that my husband and I don't have much in common except existence. If it weren't inconvenience, we'd be separated. Though none of what I'm talking about means anything to me. My husband is a perfectly harmless research psychologist. In love with nothing but his deep, dark work. And that's quite all right with me. This is the way I saw God at the scene. I tell people first. But... But did all this happen about eleven o'clock? Eleven o'clock? Well, yes, in a way. The stellar ran out of the dormitory at eleven. Started acting strangely then. Just what do you mean, Mrs. Ferris? Well, I don't quite know. But there is something peculiar. I don't mean Mrs. Sel Jensen I spoke of, but, you see, the counter-stables are right up the lane from here. And another girl, Vicki, who goes riding sometimes with my husband, is quite innocent really. Oh, I know this is so confusing. There's so many women around. Well, go on, go on. What was it you started to say? George, listen. Well, um, just that this other girl, besides your Estella, was cutting my husband's class. Two is eleven thirty. I met her on the sidewalk. She had her job put down. Just looked right past me, but... But she said very quietly, she wasn't going to class. She's going riding, I think. Look, George, it's an ambulance. Riding. It's going up the lane, Mr. Valentine. The stables! Hurry! Out this way! It was Vicki, Mrs. Ferris, that blonde girl. It goes riding with the professor, you know the one. It was the square nose that threw her. Calm down. Will you calm down? Just tell me what happened. They don't even know whether she's going to live or not. Oh, she took a terrible spill. She was thrown, Mr. Don't you understand me? By one of my gentlest horses, too. I thought it was funny, Mrs. Ferris, when she came here this time of day, but she said she had to go riding because it was eleven o'clock. Now, I told you, Mr. Valentine, that's what she said to me. And what Estella said to me. All right, all right. Come here, friend. Now, which horse was it? The square nose. He came galloping in by himself. I called an ambulance. All right, never mind. Never mind. Just stop shaking. Dear, you've seen riding accidents before. Now, what's the rest of it? Well, it's just that I... I don't know what I should do, Mr. Who I should call. What do you mean, call? Well, here. This strap holds the cinch. Now, that girl, that Vicki, she always saddles up herself, has her own stuff. She's a good rider, too, but... but anybody would have been thrown with this. See? Yeah, yeah, I see. Strap's been cut. Cut halfway through. There. Then it broke the rest of the way, I suppose, when the horse galloped. That's what I figure, sir. Well, I mean, what should I do? She came here and she said, Professor Ferris told me to go riding at 11 o'clock. What? Only... only looks more like somebody wanted to kill her at 11 o'clock. It's so confusing, so many women around. But somehow, they all seem to be tied up together, George. They're being tied up with the same guy, Brooksy, in the same time. And the stellar, George. She did all the same things and said all the same things that this girl... Okay, get the police. They can find her fast in the weekend. Me? I got a date with a professor right now. I'm glad you like my little show. Perhaps I should go on the stage. But, of course, in an educational class... Ah, excuse me. This is psychology 110, isn't it? Isn't that Professor Ferris? Look, I said, excuse me. Look, young lady, it can't be that fascinating. Oh, I see. The center stage seems to be up this way, doesn't it? Or is it you they're all staring at, Miss Sir? Jensen. Jensen? Susheel, Jensen, excuse me. Oh, wait a minute, sure, but... Are you visiting, Miss Jensen? I'm sorry, I have to leave early. Excuse me? Because she's heard the chimes, hasn't she? The 12 o'clock chime? Yes, there she goes. Where are you going, Susheel? Miss Jensen. I'm ready. I'm sorry, Professor, but I have to leave early. Well, we were talking about hypnosis, Miss Jensen. I had some very interesting things to say about the things people can be made to do through hypnosis. I know. Forgive me, sir, but I must go now. It's quite all right, really. Ferris told me. Ferris told me. All right, ladies, I guess we're a success. Those words were given to a yesterday. Class dismissed. Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute there. It's all over, young man. Oh, no, it's not, friend. Here, let me get by. Would you excuse me, girl? I guess we've scared another visitor, ladies. I'll reassure you, sir. There's nothing to be frightened of. You've only stumbled into a very ordinary demonstration of post-hypnosis. Yeah, we'll just send that girl. Miss Jensen? Oh, she won't even leave the building. It's only a joke. Is he a person who can't be hypnotized into doing anything really dangerous or against his nature? She said Ferris told me to. Now that's you. And that's what the others said. So you do all this hypnotizing stuff, huh? Of course. It's part of our classwork in psychology. Did you hypnotize a stellar player, too, and a blonde girl named Becky? Well, naturally. Suggestions, really. Under hypnosis, I give them suggestions on what they should do, you see, at 11 o'clock. If the heavens say, young man, there's nothing to be alarmed about. They don't know why, but they do what I tell them, that's all. And why, those particular girls? Well, in demonstrations like this, I've given hypnotic suggestions to practically every woman in this class. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. When you get in your car and start out for the high mountain country, make sure your car's engine has the extra protection of RPM motor oil. Those long winding steep grades mean extra work for your engine. A good chance for carbon to clog up rings and valve stems. But you can avoid carbon trouble by using RPM. First choice where driving's toughest. It's specially compounded to prevent carbon formations, and that's why folks will tell you more people prefer RPM than any other motor oil. 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Mr. Valentine, what you want to explain is attempted murder. But what has actually happened, Mr. Valentine, a cut strap, that's all. I can't believe there's any connection with this little exhibition of mine. There's nothing to it. I ask for volunteers. The whole class sees it. They all want to get in on it. I hypnotize the subject. Tell her to do something the next day. Now that's the only difficult part of the time. But after I've instructed her, I wake her up. She doesn't know what she's been told to do. The next day, when she hears the chimes, that's the cue I use, the campus chimes. 11 o'clock. Exactly. Then the subject is seized with a desire to do what I have previously told her. She still doesn't know why. Of course, she's not in the trance or anything. She simply does it. Post-hypnotic suggestion. Of all the trance... Now, please listen to me. You can't instruct a person to do a harmful thing to commit murder, for instance. It can't be done. But you sent that girl, Vicky, straight into what? The dream? She had all her faculties? What did you tell Estella to do? Oh, well, I, uh... Oh, I have notes on all the suggestions I gave. Uh, merely to cut the class, I think. I noticed that girl had never missed one before and so it occurred to me a little vacation. I'll take it from your notes, thank you. At one at 12 o'clock, you said she was only to stand up and walk out just now, as she did. Oh, Cecil, the redhead. Come on, quickly. What? I'll show you. Oh, no, no. Nothing is going to happen to her. Better not, Poster. No more rooms down. A few of the girls are still there. I'll show you what's in us to things I tell them to do. Who's he putting water in a bucket? You worried about the flowers, Cecil? Well, they need a little water, don't you think? Look at her. Hey, what's this all about? She wanted to water some flowers. Paper flowers, if you look closely. Paper flowers? And she doesn't know why she's doing it? She won't question it until it's over? Oh, this is very, very funny. Yeah, but you see, I'd scarcely send her to the brink of oppression. Okay, okay. So let's see the others, those notes. Of course. I have them right here. Some place. Yes, here we are. Naturally, I want to take every precaution, but I assure you that Cecil's case there is a typical example of this. Cecil! Did you see it? What happened? Did you just pour the water? Look at her face. Get away from there. She's dead. I'll get it. Stand back, will you? There we are. What in heaven's name? He can still save her. Call the fire department. Get a pull motor quick. Well, don't just stand there. She poured water on the flowers, didn't you see? But look what was hidden in the middle of them. A live electric wire. Almost all the class, that demonstration, almost all of them. Cecil will live, won't she? Electric, shock isn't always... Come on, come on, the rest of them, I said. Miss Duval. No, no, no, we've got to her already. She's gone somewhere by now. I'll try to sort it out, sir. Oh, good Lord Valentine, I can't... The rest of them, I said. Now we're sure somebody's using your harmless demonstration for murder. Well, we found three girls doing somersaults in the lawn, sir. Two others went out by the lake someplace. Oh, I got a doctor. Another one of them fancy birds. He claims he can help on snapping from that suggestion thing. Now, there's another girl went out for a walk someplace. The ones who'd already left the class for lunch are scattered all over. George, look at this. What is it, Brooks? Just a handkerchief, but I think it might explain... Skip the explanations. There are 14 girls still unaccounted for. But George, it's a Stella's handkerchief. It was right in here, George. I didn't realize who it was until that Maggie girl told me... Yeah, it's a funny place to come walking on. Brush, tall weeds. Maggie saw Stella take this handkerchief with her purse when she left the dormitory. Professor Ferris insists he just told a Stella to cut glasses. A shot. What's up with this way, Brooksy? George, there she is! Hey, Stella! It's all right! Wait! Hey, kids, slow down. We're not going to hurt you. That shot. Where did it come from? Who are you? Who are you? My name's Valentine. Now, you're not hurt, are you? No. Coming to see me, you're a friend of my awful... The poor kids are scared to death, George. A shot. With a shot. I went for a walk, didn't I? Who was it, Stella? Somebody shot at you. Who was it? I don't know. I don't know. Come on, come on. Let's get out of here. The other way, George. It's only a short distance to the lane where the... Lane? Yeah, I see what you mean. The writing's stable. What? Come on, kid. You'll be all right. George, I meant it's right near the Ferris House. Well, oh, you found her. That's Miss... Oh, Stella Blair, Professor Ferris. Oh, of course. Well, where on earth have you... As you get on the phone, tell the sergeant. All right, George. Come on now. Sit down, kid. I'm all right. Young lady, we've been pretty worried you know. I'm perfectly all right. My uncle sent Mr. Valentine to see me. Oh? Hello, Charlotte. Oh, I was just, uh... Mr. Valentine, huh? Yes, yes, that's right, Mrs. Ferris. We found her. Oh, well, I was outside, you know. I've been looking for you too, Stella. I... I thought I heard something out there. Yes, I don't doubt it. I'll get you something, my dear. Wouldn't you like to like it? Oh, Charlotte, Miss Blair is perfectly all right. Oh, you and your smart alec show off tricks. What? So much fun telling all these poor girls what to do. Charlotte. Listening to them laugh at your wonderful demonstration. Say it, please. The big smiling teeth. Where were you a few minutes ago? Charlotte, now stop it. And this is the girl they tell all their secrets to. I know I've been finding out things today. Oh, cut it out. Cut it out. Cut it out, both of you, would you? Eleven o'clock. Eleven o'clock. It was a legitimate demonstration, Mr. Valentine. Mr. Valentine came to see me. Oh, look at her. Look what he's done to her. Stella. She's still hypnotized. Don't be ridiculous. It doesn't work that way. Works any way you want it to, doesn't it? Of course not. All right, my young lady. There's only for a few moments yesterday, Valentine, when the suggestions were given. I'm perfectly all right. Well, my dear, there's no possible reason for that. No, really, I am. I just... Then why can't you look at me? Perhaps I'd better see her for a few moments alone, Valentine. Miss Blair. How did you hear that? Did you? I'll tell you what I meant a minute ago, Mr. Valentine. I'll see you alone for a few minutes. Oh, for heaven's sake. Go on, Mr. Valentine. The magic words. Oh, I don't mean he does anything that he isn't a beautiful, moral specimen. It's his ego that gets petted. And maybe they're imaginations. Every one of them... I'm sorry, but I will not stand for these... Vicki! She was in love with him. And to see a Jensen worse than any. The big smiling male in the middle of a woman's college. What he teaches isn't important. But every one of them, every one of them, every one he preens in front of, he goes into making them fall for him. You've never so much as looked twice at this girl. She knows what I don't know. You've looked twice at plenty of the others. Be quiet, will you? I'll see you alone for a few minutes. And whatever it is, that might explain the terrible thing that you've been the cause of today will disappear in a pink cloud! Stop it! Stop it! I can't stand to hear you fighting like that. It's a chance. Two o'clock. Only two o'clock. Mr. Valentine, I do know something that might help. But I'm afraid I would rather tell it to the professor first. George! Yeah? George, I talked to the sergeant. Yeah, Brooksy? Every one of the girls has been rounded up. They're all safe. Oh, thank you, heavenly. So that's that. Professor, a person can't be hypnotized unless he wants to be, isn't that correct? Hmm? Oh, yes. But if we're going to find out what Estella has to tell... And everybody in your class yesterday heard that the others were told to do, right? You also wrote it down in notes. Yes, of course. So whoever cut the saddle and rigged up the electric wire and fired the shot out here just now would have known what to arrange in advance. There was plenty of time. It's only by luck that they didn't turn out to be murders. Mr. Valentine. Take it easy, Estella. Now, don't be frightened. But what are you driving at, Mr. Valentine? It's also possible for a person to resist hypnosis. You can't be hypnotized unless you want to be. But you could quite easily pretend to be hypnotized That is possible, isn't it, Estella? I... I don't... Never mind, never mind. Yesterday the professor gave a cue on which his suggestions would take effect. The campus chimes ringing eleven or twelve o'clock, whatever it was. Yes, that's right. It was the sound of the chimes which was... But, Estella, that friend of yours, Maggie, told me that before the chimes started ringing, you said you had to go for a walk and cut your class because Ferris had told you to. It was eleven o'clock. You knew what you were supposed to do, which you wouldn't have if you'd really been hypnotized yesterday, so you asked her the time. And then because she said eleven, you started acting strangely, which a person acting out a post-hypnotic suggestion also doesn't do. There's no dream, no trance. Oh, Mr. Valentine, Estella just couldn't... I'm afraid she did, Mrs. Ferris. The girl who always had to listen to the other girl's confidences and they don't really generally confide in another pretty girl. I'm sorry, Estella. But Professor, you're not much of a psychologist, are you? She's been in your classes four years and you still have trouble remembering her name. You just now slapped her in the face saying you wouldn't look at her twice. Oh, she kept up a great pose of disinterest. But that shot you mentioned that someone fired at her. That was my mistake. Well, Estella, your wild plan to attract attention for once, to get even with the girls who really were on the smiling list, scared you pretty badly when it started happening, didn't it? So badly you almost killed yourself. Or tried to. Or had buck fever when you heard us coming. I love him. I love him. I can't help but... You're so mixed up you don't know what you're doing. But a minute ago, I thought you might be in danger if you went into the other room alone with Professor Ferris. You just finally realized what you wanted to do in the first place, didn't you? No, no, I didn't. I wouldn't... Because it was the other way around. He was the one in danger. Sorry, kid, but I have to have that gun in your purse. No, no, none of it's true, none of it. I did... Look out, look out. Okay. Nobody's hurt. It's all over. George, that poor thing. And I think Professor Ferris... You see, Brooksy, Mrs. Ferris was just jealous. Shot her mouth off because that sophisticated pose was a bluff. But he didn't actually do anything. Oh, sure, he was a little blind, a little eotistical. But how could he know what an unhappy, twisted-up little girl Estella was behind the surface? Her uncle should have gotten somebody to help her a lot sooner. That's right. Well, at least nobody's dead. Whatever happens to her, she won't have murder hanging over her. Yeah. Oh, what do you say we change the subject, huh? Okay, sure, George. But you know... Hypnotism... Oh, no, there we go again. George, how do you suppose it feels to be hypnotized? How should I... What do you want it about? Hey, Brooksy. Um, look me straight in the eye. What? Yeah, go ahead, that's it, that's it. Now, relax. Relax completely. That's fine. You're feeling drowsy, receptive. Your eyes are staring straight at mine. Staring. 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Tonight's adventure, 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, with Virginia Gregg as Brooksy. Let George do it is written by David Victor and Jackson Gillis, and directed by Don Clark. Virginia Eiler was heard as Estella, Lorraine Tuttle as Mrs. Ferris, Larry Dobkin as Ferris, Charlotte Lawrence as Maggie, Jane Webb as Cecil, and Bill Boucher as the groom. The music was composed and presented by Eddie Dunstetter, your announcer, John Heaston. Listen again next week, same time, same station, to Let George Do It. This is the mutual Don Lee Broadcasting System.