Personal notice, danger to my stock and trade. If the job is too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Write full details. Music 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. Music Mix Up in La Cruzza, another adventure of George Valentine. Music Dear Mr. Valentine, the little town of La Cruzza is located on the coast of Mexico. First airplane stop to your south. In the spring before the heat sets in, it's lovely. Lovely. I know you'll enjoy it. I have the week I've been here. Your plane tickets are enclosed and of course there's only the one hotel. Quite adequate, with better than average menu. Your assignment will be quite simple, Mr. Valentine. Theft. Just ordinary theft. Small object of great value, worth perhaps $100,000. I know you'll have no trouble stealing it whatsoever and getting away with it. Any violence that you find necessary will be that much to the good. Even though the person you'll steal from will, quite naturally, be me. Of course, I'll write you a note some time out. Well, some time after your arrival tomorrow to cover your more specific instructions, I suggest that your assistant travel more or less incognito. As a divorcee perhaps, since divorce is a rather popular business here in La Cruzza. And as for you, Mr. Valentine, I have complete confidence in your ability to steal from me and in your ability to behave in a most criminal manner. Yours most sincerely, Pascal Van Tiefel. Of the paper doll-cutting Van Tiefels, I suppose? No, George, it's R.D.G.D.A. Royal Dutch Gem Dealers Association and member of the International Diamond Dealers Institute. Oh, you mean it's me that's supposed to be crazy, member of the Fall Guy and International Suckers Institute. Darling, I've heard that La Cruzza is a very beautiful place. Quite small, but with big swimming pools and tropical ponds. Tear the letter up, Brooksie. Tear it up. Throw it away. It does make you kind of curious what he means. Why, he'd want you to steal from him. Well, look, it's either a confidence game or a sucker case. If that guy thinks I'm ready enough to... Yes, George? Swimming pool, huh? Tropical ponds, huh? Brooksie, let's take a look at those tickets to La Cruzza. Oh, look! Look, it's a man! It's a man! It's a man! George, listen, she means you. Huh? Really? Come on, come on. I want to get over to that desk and register. Oh, welcome to La Cruzza. Welcome, welcome. I know it's a man. I just know it is. I can remember so well. Oh, George, I'm so glad you're here. I'm so glad you're here. I'm so glad you're here. I'm so glad you're here. I'm so glad you're here. I know it is. I can remember so well. Hi, lady. Here, have a sip. You don't mind a little lipstick on a glass? Look, I'm sorry, lady. Oh, with champagne, not tequila. Here, it's nice lipstick. I said no thanks. I'm sorry. Look, sister, will you please? Oh, listen, sister! Oh, it sounds wonderful. She your mother? What? Oh, honey, I didn't mean it. I just... Well, I was afraid to ask. Your wife? Neither one, darling. He's George Valentine and I'm Mrs. Brooks. I'm down here for my third divorce. Oh, an amateur. Oh, well, I was going to say I just met him on the plane. Well, you can have him back sometime when it rains. But in the meantime, I'm staging a little party and he's exactly what I need to... Oh, lady, for the last time, I... Badelia. That's my name, Badelia. Well, get yourself unwound, will you? You're spilling that drink. And look, you're getting your necklace in it. Ah, but it's a farewell party. Just me and Champagne and now you. To say goodbye to my diamond necklace. You mean every one of those things is real? Sure, honey. All diamonds. See? A hundred thousand dollars worth. Isn't it absolutely revolting? Ah, here we are. Sit down. Now, isn't it better? Just the two of us. Uh-huh. And the diamonds. Aren't you afraid to wear them, Badelia? Oh, the necklace has been in the hotel phase most of the time. Besides, all these people are harmless. Particularly the men don't. Now, hold your glass steady. Oh, now why don't we skip the Champagne? You don't need any more. No more Champagne? Oh, Mr. Valentine, you'll drink it out of my slipper if I say so. Do you have any idea where I've been for the past year? In a lower Slobovian sort of a country in Europe you never even heard of. Me, Badelia. From Brooklyn. I beg your pardon, the Bronx. Oh, sure. Okay, ladies, so you've been traveling. A whole year without even seeing a used car dealer or an item like you. What were you doing over there, wherever it was? Being married, naturally, to a Slobovian. Gosh, how do you think I got these glass eggs? Illegitimate? So that's a present from your last husband. It's my settlement. And it's weighing you down. I stopped here to get my divorce on the way home and raise a little cash. Gonna sell the diamonds. The farewell party? Mr. Valentine, do you know where they can sell this thing best? Way down in South America where the beef grows. Can't you just imagine? Some bull of the pampas putting these gorgeous things around the neck of a cow. May I be of any assistance here? Perhaps I may. Oh, no, I'm quite all right, thank you. We have an engagement, you know, my dear, at the bank in town. Oh, yes, I'll be there, don't worry. I only thought this gentleman here, the stranger... Oh, no, he's not, he's George Valentine. And this is Mr. Pascoe Van Tyffel. Well, Van Tyffel. At your service, sir, but Valentine, isn't that strange? I don't believe I've ever heard the name. You what? And yet your face is so familiar somehow. You've ever been in Madagascar? Well, it's of no consequence. Hey, wait a minute, friend. What's the idea, Van Tyffel? I'm really a very busy man, sir. Sure, buster, but... And you can't tell me I haven't seen your face before in quite different circumstances. Now, good day to you, sir. What's the matter, Mr. Valentine? But, India, who is that guy? Mr. Van Tyffel? Well, he's the dealer. He's the man who's going to take my necklace down to South America and sell it for me. Uh-huh. He's going to take it, is he? Oh, yes. I'm going to meet him at the bank and sign it over to him. His plane leaves tonight. Tonight? Well, excuse me, sister, but I've got work to do. Oh, no, no. Stay here. Stay here. Go, will you? Look, nobody's going to touch that as long as you're wearing it. Oh, I didn't mean that. I meant you. I mean... Oh. Oh, you did. Do it again. Sure. Close your eyes. I'm the Countess, third time removed. Did you ever kiss a Countess before, Mr. Valentine? Mr. Valentine? Oh, he's gone! Well, now, wouldn't that fry your griddle? Oh, Mr. Valentine. Mr. Valentine. I don't believe that you've registered yet. Oh, yes, he has. Has he? Oh, hello there, Mrs. Brooks. What did you say? A piece of Kleenex to wipe off the lipstick. Mr. Valentine. Oh, sure. I didn't... Say, I was looking for someone, a big, heavy set man. He just stepped out of the bar a moment ago. My name is Mr. Valentine. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Say, I was looking for someone, a big, heavy set man. He just stepped out of the bar a moment ago. My name is Hill. I'm the manager of this hotel. Oh, I'm glad to meet you. About this man, his name is Van Tyffel. I'd like the number of his room and I want to send a telegram, too. Can you tell me where I could do that? Of course. It's in town, the telegraph office on the plaza. Since you'll be going through there anyway... Since I'll be... Hey, what's this all about? You look like you just swallowed a fish, Mr. Hill. He's been asking me a lot of questions about you, Mr. Valentine. He says other people are asking questions about you, too. About me? Look, Buster, I haven't got any friends in La Cruza. I'm quite sure you haven't, Mr. Valentine. But would you be willing to identify yourself more fully? Would you be willing to state your exact business here? Sure. Minding my own. Now, Buster, what in the name of heaven are you... Mr. Valentine, I regret this. But I must inform you that there is no longer a reservation here for you. What? There's no space in our hotel for a person of your sort. And don't you dare raise your hand if you don't leave this instant. Boy, frant! Goodbye, Mr. Valentine. Frant! Who'd you send the wire to, George? Big jeweler friend of mine in Mexico City, angel, a fellow named Emilio. I want to find out how genuine this joke of Antifel is, in fact. George, I don't understand this whole... You and me both, Booksy. Come on, let's go over to the bank. The DJ's going to transfer her necklace to the guy. Ah, Senor Valentine, a thousand pardons. What's this? What's this? I'm a lieutenant from the police. Wait a minute, the police? There's nothing to worry about for you, Senora, but for a man like Mr. Valentine, the national reputation as a jewel thief. That is the color of a different horse, naturally. A jewel? So that's what the fish eye at the hotel was talking about. Now, look, Buster, I don't know who starts the... Senor, please, no resistance. But of course, the police would not act without more information. However, Senor Valentine, I beg to announce you're under arrest for the crime that you were seen molesting a woman in a bar. But they said you were the one I should see, Lieutenant, and I've already showed them the wires from police in the United States. I mean... Look, you know who Mr. Valentine is, and now you're sure what he's really doing. Hey, let me out of this place, will you? I'll tear it down. I'll burn it up. Will you guys let me out of this place? Yes, sir, please, silence! Let him go. This is incredible. Let him go. Yes, yes, of course we are releasing you, Senor Valentine. It was quite easy to verify who you really are. Only about this other matter, this molesting woman... Who reported that, Lieutenant? Who preferred those charges? That's the legal reason why you're being released. We don't know. We can't find out who it was. They never showed up. Riddle number 57. Okay, Lieutenant. By the way, your assistant does not speak very good Spanish, but, well, I rather got the idea she thinks you did do a bit of molesting here or there. Well, this is it, room 17. It wasn't easy to find out, George. That manager, that Mr. Hill watches everybody like a hawk. Yeah. Mr. Van Tifel? Found out about the bank, too. The dealer gave Mr. Van Tifel the diamonds and they signed some papers and that's about all I get. Mr. Van Tifel! Oh, wait till I get my hands on this guy. Mr. Van Tifel! Mr. Van? Yes, oh yes, it's right here, Valentine. Oh, you're going to admit you know me this time, huh? Of course, only shut the door. Here we are. Look, my friend, start rolling up your sleeves. Ever since I got that crazy letter of yours, I've been working in a three-ring squirrel cage from now on, Bustini. Oh, Valentine, please, I know it was a strange assignment, but asking you to steal from me, but please, sit down. I don't feel so well myself, you know, after all, you hit me pretty hard. I what? Oh, yes, yes, I was only just waking up from it, I suppose, when I heard you're knocking there. George. Oh, now don't apologize. After all, you had to take the diamonds away from me. My congratulations, Mr. Valentine, you stole them masterfully. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. Here's good news for you motorists who have cars with automatic transmissions. When the transmission is due for a checkup, all you have to do now is pull in at your nearest standard station or independent Chevron gas station. 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So far, you've been accused by the hotel of being an international jewel thief, and the police have thrown you in jail because someone reported seeing you molest a woman in a bar. And now to top it off, Mr. Van Tifel congratulates you. He says you've done a masterful job of already stealing the $100,000 necklace. Foster, I did not knock you on the head with a sharp instrument, and I definitely did not take the necklace. But Father, you got my note, my instructions. What are you talking about? I left them in your room for you. What note? What note? What room? He doesn't even have a room, Mr. Van Tifel. That Mr. Hill canceled his reservation, threw him out of the hotel. Oh, it's all my fault. I started the rumors about you naturally. Oh, naturally. Well, I merely wanted people to start thinking of you as a thief. Thanks for the friendly buildup, chum. Anyway, if there was any method in your man, has it worked too well? And so someone else, anyone, must have found that note. Maybe it was the same person who got you out of the way, George. Who got you put in jail for making passes at the countess. Van Tifel, suppose you start at the beginning. Well, I suppose first I should take a look over here. What's that, a toolbox? Yes, yes, indeed. There we are. Of course. But there's the necklace, George. Look at it. No, no, my dear, I was robbed. The necklace was in a little leather bag in my pocket. There, you see? It's gone. What? But the... This one in the box, my dear, is nothing but paste, just paste. Oh, that does it. So now we've got two necklaces. Mr. Valentine one. When I agreed to take the necklace to South America for sale, I was worried. There were too many people around who seemed to be watching me, watching her. I've been in these things before. I'm a bit of a psychologist. Oh, sure, sure. I can hear Freud turning over in his grave. But it's much, much too expensive, you know, to ensure a necklace so valuable during the time I would have it as a dealer. So to protect myself, I had this paste imitation made. Very good, too, isn't it? And I assure you there's not a soul here in La Crusa who could possibly tell the difference. Uh, no. No, I couldn't. Come on, come on. Well, that's where you would have fit in, you see, to take the hounds off the trail of the fox. To endure the little false reputation I rumored about you, and then steal the paste diamonds here, and then be caught. And everyone would have believed that you had stolen the real ones. I would have been safely on my way to South America with the real necklace, and no one following me, the hounds, would have been left barking at you. Hmm. Well, it wasn't a bad plan. It just didn't work. Somebody else got my instructions and followed through. Only they took the real diamonds instead of the paste. Oh, Mr. Valentine, please. You're going to help me, aren't you? I don't know, friend. He certainly is not. You got yourself into this mess? Oh, but my plane leaves in only a few hours. I have appointments with buyers in South America. One hundred thousand dollars. I signed a note for that amount. Where would I get it? You'll think of something. You're a psychologist, remember? Wait a minute, Vixen. Hold on. The bright boy here hired me for my criminal manner, didn't he? What? Oh, thank you, Mr. Valentine. You will help me, huh? You will. Sure, sure. He hired me to steal from him. So bust a hand it over. The box with the necklace, the diamonds, the paste. Come on, give it to me. Oh, no. See here, I can't possibly... And when you're getting robbed, you don't talk back. George! George, what's the matter with you? He looks like he'll sleep for a couple of hours, but step on it. Now that I've done it, I don't want to get caught. George, you've gone crazy. No, it's just my turn to play a man of mystery for a change. What? Keep your eye on the little ball, Bruxy. See if you can tell what I'm doing. Come on, Bruxy, read me that wire. All right, George. George Valentine La Cruz. Regarding Pascal Van Tyfel, he may be a little sharp at times, but Van Tyfel is definitely a legitimate gem dealer. Internationally, yours, Don Emilio. Jeweler, Mexico City. So the client's okay? Uh-huh. Well, we know where we stand a lot better. If your friend in Mexico City had said he was walking to a key. Oh, Angel, stop worrying. Come on, join the party. Party? Sure, party for me, didn't you know? I'm going to fly to South America in a couple of hours with Van Tyfel. Yes, yes, that's it, Pat. Drink up, Lieutenant. No, no, please. I'm a duty, you know. I only came out because you telephoned. Ask me to bring the expert here. Well, there's one for him, too. But I tell you, Lieutenant, I am wasting my time. What was it you wanted, Senor Valentin? An appraisal, that's all an appraisal. If I'm going to fly south with Van Tyfel carrying these things, I got to have something official to wave at the customs people on the way. Wow, all the handsome men. Ah, the countess. I suggest you all step in to Senor Hill's office. Why? If the expert's in a hurry, let's get it over with. There you are, expert. What do you think? Mine him? Hey, hey, hey, keep it down a little. What do you think? In my life, I assure you, I have not ever seen such beautiful, such perfect diamonds. Appraisal? Oh, about a hundred thousand dollars. George, which are those things, real or phony? You heard the expert, Angel. These are worth a fortune. But they're the same ones you stole. Yet, if Van Tyfel is supposed to be honest and he told us they were fake... Well, I can't tell the difference, can you? That's what I mean. Okay, then why worry? I told you to trust Junior. Trust Junior. You wouldn't even let the lieutenant give you a man to guard the things and to... George, where are you going? Out through the patio to room 17 for a little conference with my fellow criminal. I've got a feeling I'll never get that sweat. La cucaracha, la cucaracha... Oh, brother, my head. I think he's all right now, Miss Brooks. George? George, can you hear me? Where's Van Tyfel? We just found you, George. I waited almost an hour. What's this, blood? Sharp instrument. Cut the back of your head a bit. Yeah, wait a minute. White dust. In case you're wondering, you don't have any diamonds anymore. No diamonds, huh? Well, come on, we got to step on it. Van Tyfel's room. Empty, Mr. Valentin. He's gone. Well, he can't have been gone long. No diamonds in here, no leather bag, no jewelry. Of course not. I've been asleep, but I'm awake now. Come on, let's find him. Yes, I put Mr. Van Tyfel in a taxi for the airport a half hour ago. He's aboard his plane by now. Wouldn't you know. Now where's the master plan? Now where are the diamonds? Well, it's pretty obvious, isn't it, Angel? Van Tyfel's got them. Well, of course he did. He wouldn't have left here otherwise. Would he count us in? Well, see here, if you think we should chase after Mr. Van Tyfel... Why, Mr. Hill, why? Van Tyfel's a legitimate businessman. Now, George, listen to me. No, listen to me, all of you. Oh, I know you all paid too much attention to that expert I got the lieutenant here to bring. He was very convincing, I thought. You mean he wasn't an expert? Of course not. Now, I'll grant you it didn't work out exactly the way I thought it would. But I guess the diamonds showed up again in Van Tyfel's room, so he just picked them up and pulled out. Mr. Valentine! What I didn't expect was to get kicked over the head like that. I thought the switch might come easier. But, uh, I guess that kicks you right in the face, doesn't it, Patelier? What in the name of... White dust, powder, and a sharp instrument on the back of the head. It's a nasty weapon, isn't it? And Van Tyfel got exactly the same treatment. Stop that! Let go of me! I just want to take a look at the heels of one of those white suede shoes you tried to get me to drink champagne on. Let go of all the insulting things! I might have known it was you when you got so nervous in the bar tonight when Van Tyfel didn't show up. Were you scared you'd hit him too hard? You mean in my hotel? Have your cake and eat it. That's her motto. Them high diamonds, aren't they? Yeah, yeah. And you just couldn't stand to kiss them goodbye. So you cooked up a bright little plan to steal from your own agent, from Van Tyfel, just as soon as he'd signed for it. I did not! You found out his scheme of using me and stole the diamonds before I could get untangled from jail. George! Sure, Angel. Sure, it's that simple. Van Tyfel was left with the phonies, and he told us they were phoning. What did you say? He also told us there was another person in La Cruz who could tell the two sets apart. Sure, that's it. I just stole the paste ones. The lieutenant in his stooge helped me give them a big buildup. And then Bedelia here fell like a ton of bricks. I...I what? She got panicky, came after me, took the ones I had and switched them. She put the real ones, the ones she'd had in the first place, back in the Van Tyfel's house. No, no, I didn't! He wouldn't have left unless they were the real ones, would he? So I made you beat yourself, Countess, outsmart yourself. And someplace you've hidden a piece of junk. Oh! Oh! Well, you don't have to take it that hard, Countess. Painting is so old-fashioned for a girl from the Bronx. George. Hmm? Who got you thrown in jail? Oh, Brooksie, look, I've already told you. The girl, of course, the girl, to get me out of the way. I was just thinking. It...it was for molesting her, wasn't it? Now, how do you like that? Brooksie, I've explained to you a thousand times... And I guess she was the only one who was really close enough to... 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