Let George Do It: The Robber

The neighborhood chevron gas station invites you to... Let George do it. Brought to you by the makers of climate-tailored chevron supreme gasoline, and RPM compounded motor oil. George Valentine would be the last person in the world to take a job that was not exciting, even with a large salary attached.

That's why he opened his office and advertised to solve any problem for a fee, of course. Well, he's had his excitement all right, sometimes more excitement than he bargained for. Right now George, his secretary, Claire and Sonny are driving along in his car.

Valentine, why so much, Miss D? Where are we going? Just play and hooky from the office, so, Mr. Valentine. We can't afford to play hooky, Mr. Valentine, you know that. Have you two ever heard of the Harding bookshop?

Not I. Never. Why? Should we have? Well, that's where we're going. So buy a book? Of course not, Sonny. Mr. Valentine has a book. Here, bright girl. Take a look at this newspaper, clippy. What does it say, sis?

Hmm. William Harding, eccentric owner of the Harding Book Shop, died in his sleep last night. He leaves his widow Harriet in the nephew Frank. Mr. Harding had been in poor health. Okay, that's enough. Well, what about it?

Man dies in his sleep, where do we come in? Well, his widow fold. She wants me to meet her at the Book Shop at 11. She made it sound urgent. She's always on wonder why she wants to see you.

An eccentric book dealer dies in his sleep. His widow is very anxious to see me. Kids? I don't know what it's all about, but it has all the ingredients for some real excitement. Oh, it's no use, Mr. Valentine. The bookshop's closed.

Maybe Mr. Harding hasn't arrived yet. Wait a minute. I think I hear someone in there. I'm sorry, but we're not open for business. The shop is closed. Oh, Mrs. Harding, I'm Mr. Valentine, and these are my assistants.

Oh, of course. I've been expecting you. Come in. Suffering. Can't look at the place. Books scattered all over. Eh. Somebody been searching for something, Mrs. Harding? You can see why I called you. Someone broke in here last night.

Did you phone the police? No. No, I didn't. No. Why not? Because I think it was an inside job. The windows were securely locked. They don't look as though they'd been tampered with. Someone unlocked the door and walked right in.

I see. You suspect someone in your family. That's why you didn't phone the police. Mr. Valentine, I won't try to keep anything from you. I suspect my husband's nephew, Frank. Did he have keys to the shop?

As far as I know, my husband and I had the only keys. But you must have some reason for suspecting Frank. Well, he's always been a wild boy. I never had any use for him.

My husband was fond of him. He even had Frank helping here in the shop. Mrs. Harding, just what was this person looking for, do you know? Money. Money? I'm not sure, of course, but I think my husband had the money hidden away here.

Uh-huh. You may have heard my husband was... Well, he was odd. Could be like him to hide the money in his shop. Then he mentioned some money to you? He always said that we'd be well taken care of in our old age.

Yet he died penniless. I see. And just what do you want me to do? If there's any money here, I want you to find it. I'll pay you, of course. Oh, of course. But the shops already been searched.

Maybe the money's been found. I don't think so. You see, I frightened the person away. Oh, then you saw someone. I just caught a glimpse of someone running away. It was dark, but I think it was a man.

Mm-hmm. Why did you come down here last night, Mrs. Harding? I, uh... I wanted to look around myself. Oh, yes, yes, of course. All right, Mrs. Harding, I'll keep in touch with you. Come on, kids.

I'll be waiting to hear from you. Let's go, kids. What do you make of it, Mr. Valentine? Say, quite a girl, isn't she? Her husband dies, and that same night, she's down at his shop looking for any money he may have hidden.

Well, why don't we stay here and search the shop? Because someone beat us to it, Sonny. Besides, I want to know a little more about this case. And a little more about Harding's death, too.

Mr. Valentine, do you mean do you think he was murdered? I'm just guessing. Come on, let's go to the car. Wait a minute. I wonder where it is. She was. I wonder who that is.

Must be the nephew. I just want to warn you not to believe half of what my aunt tells you. She's not herself. She's hysterical. Oh. Well, I don't agree with you, Frank. Your aunt seems unusually calm, considering.

Calm. She called you in, didn't she? She knew what she was doing. Why would she call in a private investigator? How did you know I'd been called in? Well, you were, weren't you? Suppose she told you there's some money heading away. That's a lot of baloney.

Is it? You're just wasting your time. It said some money disappeared after my father died, too, but... We never found any. As always, that kind of talk when someone eccentric dies. Just when did your father die?

Five years ago. Uh-huh. Frank, were you with your uncle when he passed away? No. It was during the day. It was in the shop with my aunt, Miss Barry Fondis. Miss Barry? Alice Barry, the nurse.

My uncle's known her since she was a child. Of course, she's a young woman now. Very attracted, too. OK, Frank. See you again sometime. Know your walk. I'm going to tell Aunt Harriet to call you off.

Yeah, do that. You think she'll listen to him, Mr. Valentine? No, she doesn't trust him. Claire, I want you to get all the information you can on Harding's death and meet me here. Here? And in front of the bookshop about 10 o'clock tonight and sunny.

Yes, sir. Get down to the Evening Express. Talk to Ben Steemie, he's a friend of mine. He'll let you look through the old newspaper files. But what am I gonna be looking for? Well, Frank's father died five years ago. Get what you can on it.

Okay, Mr. Valentine. Hey, what are you gonna be doing? Oh, he's gonna talk to the nurse, of course. Why, Claire, how did you get? Oh, she's young and attractive. Naturally, you'd want to investigate that yourself, Mr. Valentine.

What's up, Mr. Valentine? Mr. Harding had been ill for years. There was nothing mysterious about his death. But don't take my word for it. Talk to Dr. Mark. Oh, I'd rather talk to you, Miss Berry.

And I know Mr. Harding didn't leave any money. You're wrong about that, too. If you don't mind my saying so. Miss Berry, when a woman is beautiful, she can toss my theories into the ash can, and I don't know my love.

I'll find that out after I get to know you better. Oh, you're going to know me better? Of course. What makes you think Harding didn't leave any money? Because he couldn't even afford to pay me a salary.

He gave me this box of old phonograph records instead. I see. Miss Barry. Alice. Alice? Alice. Alice, did Harding die in his sleep? Oh, yes. Then he didn't say anything before he died? Well, he mumbled something.

Mumbled something? What could you tell? I suppose he thought he was a little boy again, listening to Mother Goose. Why? What did he say? Mary had a lamb. Mary had a lamb? Are you sure?

Well, the words Mary and Lamb were plain enough. Ha ha! Look, here's my card. If you think of anything else, give me a buzz, would you? I'll give you a buzz. Oh, good. Say, uh... How does that first go? Do you remember?

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow. Oh, yeah, yeah. And everywhere that Mary went... The lamb was sure to go. You're late. I was detained. By the mayor. I'll never mind.

What are we going to do, Mr. Valentine? How are we going to get inside this bookshop? Mr. Valentine, where did you get those keys? They've opened lots of doors. They never fail. I'll try to find the light switch.

I don't bother. I'll use my flashlight. Sonny. You're Mr. Valentine? Stand near the window, would you? Let me know if you see anyone. Okay. Mr. Valentine, the books are all back in place. back in place.

Well, Mrs. Harding must be a neat housekeeper. Come on, Claire. Now, we're looking for the section that has books for children. Then the nurse did give you a clue. Was she helpful? Oh, yeah. And beautiful.

Really? Tell me about it. Well, I haven't time. Couldn't do it justice. Here we are now. Let's see. Peter Rabbit, Allison Wonderland. Hey, look for Mother Goose. Is she a blonde? Yes. Treasure on. A natural blonde?

Oh, Claire. Will you concentrate on Mother Goose? No. Is this what you're looking for? Yeah, good, good. Now find Mary had a little lamb. Fly. Oh, Claire. Oh, all right. Little Jack Horner, little Miss Muffet.

Mary had it. Oh, here it is. Good, good. Now read it. Mary had a little lamb. It's Lisa's widest nose. Everywhere that Mary went lamb was sure to go. Do you want all the verses?

Well, isn't there anything written on that page? No. Well, maybe there's some more mother goose books. These are all there seem to be. OK, hang on to it. Put your hands up. Mr. Valentine's, software and cat.

Now, what are you doing here, Frank? Where did you come from? I was in fact. I've been waiting for someone to show up. Why? What made you think someone would show up? Well, the place was ransacked last night.

And you thought it might happen again tonight, huh? We can't tell. And Harriet says she frightened the person away. You might come back. Ah-ha. That may be why you're here. Or then again, you might be looking for the money yourself.

I told you there isn't any money. Okay, Frank. I'll put that gun away. You might hurt somebody. Get out of here. All of you. All right, we're going. Coming with us. I'm going to stay here and keep an eye on things.

Say, that's a very good idea, Frank. Just keep an eye on things. Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. Oh, Mr. Valentine's a little late to be reading Mother Goose.

Well, look, here's what we've got so far, kids. Harding's brother who's supposed to have money dies, but he doesn't leave anything. On the other hand, Harding who's supposed to be poor tells his wife they'll be provided for in their old age.

Oh, I see. You think he had his brother's money and he hid it in his bookshop? That's what Mrs. Harding thinks, and so does Frank. Well, go on. Well, this Mother Goose rhyme should lead us to the money.

Why? Because Harding tried to tell Alice about it before he died. Alice! The nurse. Oh, first name. Oh, definitely. Hey, you could be phoning the sars. Hey, get it, would you, Claire? Hello? Is Mr. Valentine there?

Yes, he's calling. Alice Barry. Oh, just a minute. You're a nurse. And she's not a natural blonde. I can tell by her voice. Oh, I'm a jail away. Hello, Alice. Mr. Valentine, maybe I can't help you after all.

Yeah, what's up? Would you remember that Mr. Harding left me a box of records? Yes. Well, I was looking through the box of phonograph brackets when suddenly I... Oh! Hello. Hello, Alice. Mr. Valentine, what's the matter?

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Try him yourself and see. The judge was about to get some important information. The nurse, Alice Barry, phoned him, but before she could explain something happened to her. Now it's a few minutes later, George is opening the door to her apartment.

Alice! Alice! Oh, you poor kid. Here. I'm just yelling at couch. I'll take it easy, you gotta be alright. Oh, Mr. Valentine. Wait a minute, I'm gonna put you down here. There you are. How you better lie still for a few minutes, I'll get you to drink a war.

No, no, please don't leave. I don't be frightened. Hey, you've got a nasty looking bruise on you for it. Otherwise, you seem to be OK. How do you feel? Oh, like I've got two heads.

Oh, but want to tell me what happened? Well, there isn't anything to tell. I was talking to you on the phone, and then it happened. Somebody took a socket. Well, who was it, don't you know?

No, he must have crept up and hit me from behind. Behind? Yes. Oh, you didn't see him at all, huh? No, for all I know, it might have been a woman. Yeah, it might very well have been a woman.

What about the records? No, I guess they're gone. They're on that table there. That's bad luck. Oh, don't worry about them. It was just an old bunch of records. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms who are Sylvia and a few more like that.

But I thought you discovered something about them. I guess the person who stole them thought so too. No, Mr. Valentine, that's not what I phoned you. Feel like telling me about it? Of course. You see, while I was looking through the records, I cut the thinking about Mr. Harding, and what he'd said just before he died.

Yes? I could almost see the whole thing all over again. He was moaning and tossing around in the bed. I ran to him and felt his power. I told you that he said Mary had a lamb.

But now as I think back, Mr. Valentine, I'm almost certain he said, Mary Hayden Lamb. Mary Hayden Lamb. Mary Hayden Lamb, a woman's name? That's right. Do you think it means anything? Well, it must mean something.

Yeah, it'll probably lead us right to the money. That is, if there is any money. Now look, I gotta beat it, but I want you to lock the door behind me, understand? Don't worry. After this I'll always lock my door.

Good. Better put some eyes on that forehead. It's turning a beautiful purple. I'll be alright. Mr. Valentine. Yeah. If it doesn't mean anything, will you let me in on it? I feel as though I have a stake in this now.

Oh, I don't blame you. Okay, Alice. I'll keep in touch with you. Hey, open up. Hey, Mr. Ward. The Ward, hey, open up. Wait a minute, wait a minute. What? You out of your mind?

What are you doing here at this hour? I want to buy a book. I'll go away, go away, we're closed. Come back in the morning. On our way to a minute. Don't close the door Mr. Ward.

I've got to have something to read tonight. You realize it's after living? I know. I'm fairly sorry, but let me in. Ooh, all right. I'll come in. Other people have sane customers, but I suppose it's got to be a mystery with at least six murders.

Mr. Ward, did you ever hear of a book called Mary Hayden Lamb? Never. No. Are you sure? I came here because you have a reputation for knowing every book that's ever been public. There's never been a book published by that name.

No, however, if you were to ask if they were ever an novelist by that name, I'd give you a different answer. A novelist? Yeah, of course. Why didn't I think of that? Well, tell me about it, will you?

Well, she was a local writer, and to my knowledge, she wrote but one book, thank Heaven. What do you say that? Because it's by far the worst way. She's ever been my bad luck to read.

I see. What's it called? I love love. It's about a girl in an island and a man, and if you want something to put you to sleep, I'll personally guarantee you the money back. Then you've got a copy, huh?

One. I was sold at this afternoon. Almost sold it. Is that so? Someone wanted it, huh? Well, ask me about it anyway. That evidently I had the good taste to turn it down. I found it in the counter when I was putting my books away.

Who asked to see the book with the war, do you remember? Certainly not. I do a big business young man, and I can't keep track of every customer who walks into me. And this day you make a special impression by getting me out of bed at this anything hour. Okay. Anyway you've made a sale. I'll take eye

level up. No you've made a bad choice. Yeah. Yeah. Marked out 89 cents and young man believe me. I'm cheating you. Hey Claire. Sonny. Come on. Wake up. Oh, oh, Mr. Bellantine. Maybe go home now.

Slave drive. Oh, I'm sorry kids. I know it's late but we can't stop now. Don't dare take the chance somebody may be getting desperate what do you mean what do you expect to happen nothing if I can beat him to it now Claire I've got a job for you how are you in the charm department charm that's right if you got any don't

answer that whom do I have to charm Frank the nephew I quit hey I knew he was suspicious as soon as I saw my son to myself now there that I want you Sonny Claire I want you to get Frank out of the bookshop tonight so that you can get in there without his seat that's the idea think you can do it oh it should be

simple even if my hair isn't long oh don't worry mr Valentine I'll take care a frank with a gun down frank it's clear oh you must have a lot of time to sit in our what do you want well mister valentine just on the street at your aunt's house what do you want well I was with them but then they wanted to talk alone so

well they thought of left me stranded don't look stranded yeah well your act was giving mister Valentine an earful not very fond of you wish you can't forget that I was once a wild kid I I have straightened out since then.

Oh, I can see that. What do you want? I want to come in. Use the phone to call a cab. Why didn't you stop at a drug store? Oh, well, all right. It's that's the way you feel about it. Good night.

Wait a minute. Pretty late for you to be wandering around. Oh, I knew you had fine instincts, Frank. Oh, all right. Come on. I'll take you in my car. Okay, Sonny, come on. The coast clear?

Yeah, they just drove away in Frank's car, and I don't turn on the light. Excuse me for asking, Mr. Valentine, but just what are we looking for? We are looking for a book. More Mother Goose?

No. The Isle of Love. There ought to be a copy just like this one somewhere in here. Why do you want two copies? Don't you understand, Sonny? I've got to have Mr. Harding's copy of this book.

Oh! No, I don't understand. Never mind. Just start looking. But Mr. Valentine, there's at least a thousand books in the shop. I've seen how. Mary Hayden Lamb was a local writer. Now why would Harding choose her book unless...

Oh, wait a minute. I think I got it, honey. You must have known her. What of it? That means it would be Harding's personal book, see? Oh! No, I don't see. Come on, there's a little Roman back in the store.

Remember? That's where Frank was hiding the last time we were here. Yeah, that's right. Oh, come on. It's dark. Careful, now, here we are. I'll look around with my flashlight. Let's see. Is there the death, Mr. Ballantine?

Any books on it? Sure. Read the titles. A Webster dictionary? The complete Shakespeare? Cooking for fun? And the aisle? The aisle of love. That's it. Grab it, Sonny, and let's get out of here. Who came, Mr. Ballantine?

We'll take it back to the office. Hey, aren't we ever going to get the sleep tonight? We haven't time. Now let's get to the car. Sonny, duck! Jesus, what was that? How many took a shot at it?

It's all right, Sonny, you missed. Yeah, but let's get out of here quick. I don't think that person likes us. And then somebody started shooting at her. Oh, it's Sonny, it's Titan. You're lucky. Frank, the bore.

This conversation is brilliant. Is he there yet? Or yeah? I guess it was Mrs. Harding shooting at us unless to that one time because Frank was with Claire. Not for long. No? No, he just took me to a cab then.

I see. a charm. Oh, gee, Mr. Valentine, you just thought I've taken that book apart. Well, there's nothing in here. No secret compartment, no writing on the pages. I can't find a thing. Well, then let's go home and get some sleep. No, we can't stop now. Hold K kids, make yourselves comfortable.

What are you going to do? Well, I'll have to start reading the book. Allow? Certainly. I might miss something. You're going to read all of it. That's right. Here we go. The summer sun was sitting in a blaze of glory, casting its light like a shimmering ribbon of golden orange across the lake.

On the bank her wavy hair streaming from her uplifted head stood Jennifer. Oh I can tell this is going to be a classic. Perhaps her dream of love was to become a reality. For coming, Tortor was a canoe, and in the canoe was a man.

It's a Valentine. You think Sonny dole enough? I'll keep quiet with you. Jennifer sighed longingly. It's not a... Perhaps her stay on the island was at an end. Her face was alive with expectancy. Weeks had gone by.

Jennifer knew that this was her man. What choice did she have on a desert island? In spite of his aloofness, in spite of his air of mystery, Jennifer knew that she loved him. And a wonderful thing.

He knelt beside her and kissed her. Well, it's about time. Oh, she said, then you do love me. Naive creature, isn't she? Yes, he answered. I love you with all my heart. If you don't believe me, look carefully when the grandfather's clock strikes the hour of midnight.

And I love you too, she told him. Wait a minute. What was that again? And I love you too, she told him. No, no, no. Go back to where he loves it. Oh, yes, he answered. I love you with all my heart.

If you don't believe me, look carefully when the grandfather's clock strikes the hour of midnight. Hey, that doesn't make sense. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. The printing on this page looks a little different.

Yeah, so does the paper. Claire, get my copy of the book. Here it is. Okay, turn to page 82. Talk about it. Okay, now read that for. Yes, he answered. I love you with all my heart. I swear it, Janice.

That's enough. This is it, kids. Mr. Harding printed this page himself. Look carefully when the grandfather's clock strikes the hour of midnight. Mr. Ballantine, there's a grandfather's clock in the bookshop. That's right, Sonny. And there's where that money must be hidden.

Claire get Mrs. Harding in the phone telling me to set the bookshop right away. It's out. And then phone Frank at the shop. Tell him to expect it. Oh, all right. Oh, and Claire. Phone Miss Barry, will you? She wanted to be in on the kill.

Oh, now you've got me phoning your blond for you. Well, whatever you say, Mrs. Valentine. What are you waiting for, Mr. Valentine? Why don't you give me my money? You mean my money, Aunt Harry? Now don't fight over the money. We don't even know if there is any.

Then why did you call us here? Then why bring Alice into this? Well, if there is any money, you'll have to thank Alice. She gave me the clue. Then it really was a clue, Mrs. Valentine.

It led me to a book and in the book I found some words that Mr. Harding printed it said look carefully when the grandfather's clock strikes the hour of midnight The grandfather's clock I'm gonna see about it. I'll take it easy Frank. Now Frank. That's not your property. Get away from that clock

There's nothing in here. The clue didn't say there was something in the clock It said look carefully when the grandfather's clock strikes the hour of midnight. Well, it's striking 12 now Well, what's different about the clock when it strikes 12 than at any other time?

When it strikes twelve, both hands point out. What girl, Claire? Sunny-hammy, that chair. Okay. You think there's something on top of the clock? No. Above it. On the wall here. Yeah, see? There's a false panel.

Need me help? Oh, thanks, Frank. I think I can do it with the heel of my hand. And that does it? What is it? Is there something in there? Yeah. A package. What's in it?

A minute, I'll see. Oh, well, well. Phil, large denominations and lots of... Let me have that. I don't rush. It is a note here too. What does it say? This is hiding. Is this your husband's handwriting?

No. No, it isn't. That's my father's handwriting. You see the money is mine. So fast, Frank. Well, what is the note saying? It says, dear brother Bill, I'm leaving this money in your care. Frank is too wild to be trusted with it.

When he settles down, you can give it to him. Then give it to him. Wait a minute. There's more. There's a condition I attached to this. Frank must provide for you and your wife as long as either of you shall live.

That's it, Mr. Harding. Then it is Frank's money. Give it to him. He doesn't have to provide for me. No. This money is for both of the time, Harriet. Well, that's more than I deserve, Frank.

You can stop talking right now and hand that money over. Alice! Give it to me, Mr. Valentine, and hurry up about it. I never argue with a beautiful woman, especially when she has a gun in her hand.

Mr. Valentine, was she the one who was after the money all along? That's right. When she phoned me and got bumped on the head, I thought it was funny I didn't hit a blow over the telephone.

And if she was hit from behind, why was the bruise on the for it? Never mind the explanation, hand that over. Then she's the one who shot at us. Certainly. She couldn't get in here to look for the book because Frank was guarding the place.

First, she tried to put me off the track with that mother goose stuff. But she finally gave me the right clue. She figured if she told me the truth, I'd get the money and she'd tail me and pick it up.

That's enough, out of you, Mr. Valentine. Give me the money. Oh, certainly. Here you are, Ms. Berry. But, Mr. Valentine... I don't try to stop her, Frank. It's dangerous. You're right. It is dangerous. Stay just where you are. Don't even make a move.

But, Mr. Valentine... Apple, would you letting her get away? Not very far. The police are out there. And they got it. Your money will be returned to you, Frank. Thanks, Mr. Valentine. I owe you a lot.

That's right. But you'll get a bill in the morning. Come on, kids. Good night, Mr. Valentine. Good night. Good night. Well, I'm really going to sleep tonight. Yeah. So am I. Oh, too bad. Too bad it had to end this way.

Huh? What do you mean? He's thinking about the nurse. Aren't you, Mr. Valentine? You know, Claire. I believe she was a natural blonde after all. George will be back in a moment. Meanwhile, it doesn't matter whether you sit in an office or ride a tractor. Life these days seems to be getting more complicated for everybody.

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Let George Do It, starring Robert Bailey as George with Francis Robinson as Claire and Eddie Firestone Jr. as Sonny, is written by Pauline Hopkins produced and directed by Owen Vincent. Others in the cast were Jane Morgan as Mrs. Harding, Harry Bartell as Frank Harding, Evelyn Scott as Alice Barry and Paul McVey as Mr. War. The music was composed and conducted by Charles Ant, your

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