Personal notice, danger to 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. Music Standard Oil Company of California, on behalf of independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invite you to let George do it. Music The treasure of Millie's Wharf, another adventure of George Valentine. Music Dear sir, Mr. Valentine, dear mister. Oh, but what will I say? What will I write? How can I ever tell how exciting it is? This is the town of Millie's Wharf. Yes, Millie's Wharf. And dear sir, my name is Millie. And as my fourth husband used to say. Shut up, you skinny, cock-eyed, brainless bird! Oh, now did I hurt him little feelings, poor dumb little parrot. Can't talk back. There, there, Cupid. Cupid! Shut up, you skinny, cock-eyed, brainless bird! Dear Mr. Valentine! Music Nothing ever happens in Millie's Wharf, at least not since my last husband died, and that was years ago. Nobody of any importance lives here anymore, but here we are situated on the historical old bay of Ireland. Yesterday, when I was gone picking blueberries, my parrot, whose name is Cupid and who steals things and whose wings ain't clipped so he can fly, stole something. I don't know where he got it or how, but it's a map. Here in this place where the Spanish ships used to come, and on the map is a mark. But why would anyone put a mark at a place underwater? Yes, out behind one of the islands where it's easy to fathom. On this map there are arrows and directions and a great big red X. Shut up! A map, Mr. Valentine, and something underwater, and an X to mark the spot. Music Well, but it's only a torn piece of notebook paper, the kind you buy in a five and ten. I know, I know. Is the red just pencil, just ordinary pencil? I know, I know, I know. I certainly don't see anything to get excited about in just a little. Mr. Valentine, why should anyone draw such a map? Well, to locate a shore, maybe. You said it was shallow out there. Twenty or thirty feet, but no, no, no. Maybe somebody wanted to remember a place to anchor. Hasn't been a ship in the bay bigger than a swipe since my second husband went to the bottom in a lumber scowl. Ha ha ha ha ha! Exciting, ain't it? Now look, Millie, so your bird wanders around the wharf picking things up, so he gets a piece of paper with scratches and arrows. Asthmatic readings, compass bearings, so whoever drew it could find the place marked X again. Oh, that's the way it looks, but... Now, Mr. Valentine, tell me, why would anyone draw such a map, huh? Well, maybe somebody was out fishing and lost his wristwatch and wanted to mark the place, that's all. Just because there's a lot of legends about this bay. There are ships sunk here, lots of ships. Missed books. Now, when Henry Morgan sacked the city of Panama in the year 1600-something, there were Spanish ships that fled to the north, and lots of them, big galleons, were just simply loaded down to the gunwale. Hey, hey, Millie, look, I've heard how the suckers used to come flocking to this place looking for buried treasure. And so did you, didn't you? The minute I wrote the letter, just cause I need the help of a red-blooded man who... I came here to tell you not to spend time and money trying to get in on whatever somebody else has already found. There, now, you said it yourself. Somebody's found something. That's what the X is. Somebody's found something and marked the place so they could come back. But we're going to beat them to it. You and me, Mr. Valentine. What? It's fine as keepers, ain't it? So here's what you do. Now, there's a long drink of water, owns a little storm hotel down the road. Now, his name's Uriah James, and he's about as wide awake as a barnacle. But he owns a little rowboat, you see. Only one around here, and he never uses it. But you're going to borrow that boat, and we're just going to... Oh, hey, wait a minute, wait a minute. Slow down, Milly. Huh? You mean you expect me to row all the way out just to take a look at that place marked X on the silly piece of paper? Oh, you row fast, cause now I'll show this bird the parrot. Come on in here. You what? Been bandaged and put in a cage ever since I come home and found him last night. Oh, yes, I had to. My poor little cupid who stole the map. Only look at him, Mr. Valentine, at his wing. Now, you're not going to tell me that X isn't exciting and important. When the same day he was innocently stealing the map, my poor little bird got a hole in his feathers. Yes, somebody shot a cupid with a gun! X, X, X, X! Now both leak, Mr. Valentine. But it's been used lately, Mr. Jenks. I know it's... Leaked like a thim, man practically drowned. What man? When was this? The man who used it, naturally, wouldn't be anybody else. All right, but would you tell me... Now, my advice to you is to stay away from that Milly woman, her and that nuisance bird. Good advice for any man. But, Mr. Jenks, we want to know what happened to the bird. Well, I'm not going to tell you. I'm going to tell you what happened to the bird. But I'm not going to tell you. I'm going to tell you what happened to the bird. I'm going to tell you what happened to the bird. But, Mr. Jenks, we want to know who it was. Man, that's all. Man who... Oh, go on, let's hear some more. Just rented it for the day. Come in the night before... But where did he take the boat? I mean, George, he might have been the one who went out and drew that map. He brought some red pencils, I know that much. Uh-huh. That's him all right. Now look, what's his name? Come in night before. Yes, sir. Windy night it was. Stuck it. Just sort of there he was at the door, middle of the night. But didn't you ask him anything about... Spent the next day out in the boat. That's all I know. Oh, brother, first it's apparent with a map, and now it's a mysterious stranger in the middle of the night. Leave well enough alone, I say. What's mysterious? The man's name was Laver, Dr. Laver. You know how I found that out? He signed my register. See? Emil Laver. And you know where he is now? On his way to catch a bus out of town. Why should you interfere? Nothing to get excited about? Forget it. Forget the whole thing. Well, this must be where the bus driver managed you. Yes. There's the water tower over there. And he dropped Laver on 12 miles from town. Oh, there's nothing out here, George. Just sand dunes. This part of the shore is closer to the little islands, though. Sure. Look, here's the tracks where the bus stops. And the tracks of a man, George. Dr. Laver. Come on, they cut across the sand. At least he doesn't have a wooden leg, does he? But I bet he has a patch over his eye or a back end on it. Well, see, there's a perfectly logical explanation for all this Robert Louis Stevens and stuff. That's why I want to find Laver before I go galloping out after a next. What is it? This logical... I don't know. I'll ask him. George, there's the water. Yeah. And his footsteps. So you've been asking, huh? They just... just walk right out into the ocean. Oh, now, wait a minute. They can't just... Hey, Brooks, look. At the beach there, see? Man. Yeah, and they're working it out. Hey, stay here with him. But, George... Hey, where are you going? Well, hello there, friend. Sure, sure. I'm everybody's friend. Where are you going? Oh, just out for a walk, skipper. What's it to you? When a man is bigger than you are... Oh, already off that. I was looking for a guy named Dr. Laver. Hmm. Look someplace else. Why? You're off a ship, aren't you? Laver's tracks go down to the water there. I hope he'll pick him up in a small rowboat. You? Oh, now, look, friend, don't be so smart. Just go away. Now you've got a crew of men working up the beach. Yes, yes, yes. Of course I picked him up several hours ago. So what? Now he's out on my ship, and those men are loading water for my ship. Isn't that exciting? Well, it might be. And it might not. Goodbye. Might even be worth shooting a hole in a parrot. What? Tell me, is your friend Laver the kind of guy who draws maps? Does he go around putting X's on... I told you when a man is bigger than... Oh, get off it, buster. My friend, it's too bad you're so curious. George, look out! Oh, what am I doing? But they just went off and left you, George. And you wouldn't wake up. They loaded water tanks into a boat and headed out for their ship. Wherever that might be. Around this next island, lady. Yeah, yeah, sure, Mac. Hey, can't you crank a little more speed out of this outboard? I'm going to do all right. Turn in just a second, daylight now. George, it's crazy to go banging right back out here. I'm all right, Brooksie. I tell you, I'm fine. I just slept through a couple of wheels and I want to catch up with that captain. But why? He's still bigger than you. Nothing has actually happened that you know he's mixed up in anything. Well, maybe I just want to see that X underwater. And it's being the ship, so I'm going to get out of the line of those trees. How do you know exactly where this boat's anchored? Well, of course I come out during the night, that's why. The night? Yeah, I'll hire her for anybody, mister. Nearly in that sleep, the fellow James told him to his law. But what did you think I was doing over there with my outboard anyway? They gave me a call. I brought them both out here and then left him. Brother, I did miss a lot, didn't I? I have to feature you. There it is, George. Yeah, that's her. Nice tub, ain't it? Yeah, and with practically everybody on board now, huh? Say, what's all that funny rig, you know? Oh, not sure. Diving, I think. Diving? Oh, I don't mean real deep sea stuff, but there's lines running down there, see? And, uh, well, that's a puff on deck. George, so it is a deep sea hull. Somebody's been below just now, just coming up. Look, a skinny guy in a helmet, see? Yeah. I wonder what he found down there. I wonder what the X really is. Look! Look! I found it. It's there. Amy, where are you? Lay back. Hey, hey, wait a minute, friend. Oh, oh, of course. Of course. So glad to have you aboard, Mr. Valentine. Oh, excuse my trunks, Miss Brooks, but you see what I'm diving. Let's see what you found, Professor Schmidt. That's what interests me. Yes, our last trip we should get it. Down amongst those rocks, I knew we would. They're dangerous. They're so big. Look. You see? George, look what he was diving for. A lobster. Oh, no, no, no, Miss Brooks. No, not just a lobster. A type of crayfish, yes, certainly. But up and down this coast we have chased, looking but never finding this exact specimen. You mean that's what you're here for, crayfish? Harry, what did you get? Look. Look at him, Amy. Listen to your beauty. Oh, I'm sorry. Permit me. Dr. Amy Lather, Miss Brooks, Mr. Valentine. Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. Amy, this is the other half of our little expedition. Expedition? If he's the Marine botanist, crustaceans are my specialty. Harry, I think Mr. Valentine had a little different idea about our mysterious presence. Ah? Yeah, I've talked to that old harpy, that millie. Oh, yes, yes, that mountain. Yes, I know. Oh, but now, see, here, Amy, I found another one of those. What? I haven't scraped the stuff off. Now, wait a minute, there. M-L-N. Well, anyway, it's the year 1600 something. It's a coin. Yes. Rather interesting, isn't it? Minted by the Spanish, I should say. I think it's called a doubloon. Oh, now, wait, let's get this straight. You guys are a scientific outfit, but you turn up Spanish coins. You make a map with an X on it. Mr. Valentine, please, please, there's an explanation for this. And the captain of your boat takes a poke at me. Let's get him in on this explaining, too. Of course. Be patient. I suppose he's one of the eager beavers who jumped to the rail the minute that word doubloon came on. He's somewhere, perhaps, in his cabin. George! George! There's the captain. There's enough light so that you can see now. X marks the spot, all right. What? In the helmet. See, the helmet underwater. He's down there, George, down on the bottom, only the way his arms are moving. He looks more like he's dead. We'll return to tonight's adventure of George Valentine in just a moment. One of these evenings, you may have some friends over for canasta. It comes midnight and you want to drive them home. But what's this? First, your car is hard to start. Then it kind of hiccups down the avenue. 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You meet a woman who is all excited over the idea of Spanish treasure and sunken galleons. You meet two scientists who seem to be a good deal more interested in the discovery of a new type of lobster. But if your name is George Valentine, the one person you met whom you'd like to meet again is the captain of the scientist ship, the man who knocked you out and left you on the beach hours ago. Only now in the water below you, the captain has just been found. He's wearing a diving helmet, but from his appearance, he's dead. Grab these lines, pull them up. Hurry up, get that winch going. Oh, for heaven's sake, get that bird out of here. Don't you touch too, Freddy. He's not doing anything, Mr. Smith. Nothing much we can do, Mr. Valentine. Oh, yes, there is, later. Come here, lady. I'm just watching, that's all. Keeping air in his air holes. Let go of me. Why did you come out here, you and that birdie of yours? But you just up and disappeared. And then Mr. Jenk said he'd seen this ship from driving up on the hill. So the two of you hired a boat and came out, huh? No, I'd just been sitting here waiting for Davis. Sure, so you could see what they were diving for. No, no, keep the air going. He may just be in trouble. No, I already knew about the money. The Spanish treasure. Here, you see? After you'd gone, I got looking around and Cupid had brought it back. It was hidden in the... Here, here, please. You don't have to tell me. It's one of them pieces of eight. Cupid's stealing things again, huh? And that's why I'm here and I'm going to stay until every last penny of it's brought aboard. I'll have you know my third husband owned a lot of property around this bay. And if I haven't got some legal rights to ownership, then I might as well... Okay, okay, join the gold rush then. Hold hands with your friend Jenk. With what? That's spiral and sweep ahead! I'll skip it. Will you any luck, Schmidt? No, the winch won't pull his line up, Mr. Valance. And the current seems to have smacked one of those lines. Yeah, you could swing the boat around, Professor. Might even get a better pull from the other side. Let's try it, Harry. I'll try anything, only step on it. Will you get that guy up? So strange. He never liked to dive. Laughed at us for doing it. He was lazy. Just a hired captain. Finally could pay it. He wasn't so lazy when he hit me. He'd already heard about that first oflone headman. I guess so. Professor Schmidt found it last evening. We joked about it. Meant nothing to us. Curious. But it would drive a guy like the captain crazy. Look, didn't anybody know he was down there? That's too early before dawn. He was eager, I guess. The pumps are automatic. You just take a helmet and go over the side. Why did you draw that map, Dr. Lavin? What? You did draw that map, didn't you? Oh, that? Of course. I draw them all, 50 or 60 this summer. Here I could show you. Never mind. Never mind. Just show it. Oh, well, sometimes I go ahead of the others. A sort of reconnaissance from our last place up the coast, I came down to this Millie's Wharf. I hired a boat. I found this place. It looked good. That map had nothing to do with... well... Were these coins that drifted into the same place, huh? Well, there's no ship sunk there. I know that. But yes, things drift on the floor of the sea, perhaps. It's all the way around now, sir. Those lines of power. That's why we can't pull them up. Hold it, Dr. Lavin. Down on those rocks. You see them? I've had that same couple myself. What's the matter, Professor? I'm going down now myself. His ropes are all tangled. No, you were just down, Harry. I'll take a head and pull them. Well, there are two of them. That's right. You sit still, Professor Schmidt. Come on, Lavin. I'll help you get the captain. Well, it's easy enough, but if you're not experienced... Come on, let's do a little diving. George, can you hear me all right? Yeah. Yeah, sure. Feels a little silly being lowered like this. These weights on the sand. Well, the professor didn't want you to just climb down. But it's only 35 feet or so, he says. I know. For me, it looks like 70. Boy, it's sure getting darker. Can you see him yet, George? Yeah. I'm dragging these lines. It's a little hard. Well, don't get them tangled on the rocks like he did. Just take it easy, boss. This is so shallow you can kick the gear off and swim up. The captain couldn't do it, could he? What? I didn't say anything. Wait a minute. George, on the other phone. Dr. Laver says there's nothing wrong with the captain's line. Looks more like he fell and then they got tangled. Yeah, I know. Laver's right beside me. He's pointing. Yeah, I can see. I think he's right, ain't he? George, you get there already? George? Everything's dead all right, Brooksie. Oh. I don't know what could have gone wrong. The air's still pumping into his helmet, but it's all crooked. Water got in too. You mean he drowned? Yeah, I guess so. Nothing else wrong with him, though. Looks more like he fell and that knocked his helmet cockeyed. I mean, I don't know how a man could fall underwater. It's all slow motion. Unless he was...unless... Hey, Brooksie. Brooksie. Hey. What? What in the name? Get that cigarette away from there, Mr. James. I didn't do anything. It's all right, George. It was the air intake, but it's all right. Yeah. Oh, brother. Cigarette near the air intake, huh? Yeah, I heard, Schmidt. I was going to say a second ago, I guess that's how it was done. What? How the captain was murdered, Angel. He was going to be murdered. Only we'd never be able to prove it. Hey, listen. There's a pouch thing on the captain's belt. Yeah, yeah, Laver, I see him. One, two, three. The captain was down here collecting them all right. Eleven. Eleven more Spanish doubloons. Brooksie. Brooksie. Nothing to get excited about, Mr. Valentine. Huh? Jinx. Hey, where'd she go? Put her on. Man should stay in his element, though. Good advice. Hey, look, Buster. What did you say? Below, I mean. Hope it don't get too cold for a while, Mr. Valentine. Put that gun down. Put it down, I said. For heaven's sake, Mr. J. Never mind, Professor. It won't go off. You're right. I didn't start warning you. It won't go off unless you open your mouth, Millie. Close it. Well, I'm turning to you, sir. You've got no more right to complain. Millie, I warned you. Any more of your chatter, and you'll have powder burns and you'll be busted. And if you don't shut him up, I'll get my aim better and hit him. No, you're the one who shot at him. You are a zombie. Stop it. Stop it. That's what I say, Miss. Words are a waste of thought. Can you hear me down there? Hello. Of course, yeah. Harry, what's going on up there? Just listen. We've got a treasure now. A few piddling coins. We've stumbled into something that may turn out to be bigger than Fort Knox. And all I want is an agreement. Fair and square. Now's the time to make it. Is that reasonable, Mr. Valentine? Well... George? Valentine. Here, give me that phone. Valentine! There he is on the surface. Hey, throw me a line, will you? Hurry up. No, no, here, I've got you. What happened? Oh, you got out of your helmet. Thanks. Yeah, yeah, it's like being thrown out of a jack-in-the-box angel. Now, I'm OK. Well, hello, everybody. George, this crazy Mr. Jenks, he shot you with Mr. Valentine. He admitted it. All right, all right, he's got a gun. Leave him alone. George! Sure, just hold it steady, friend. That's all. You know, I kind of like you, Jenks. You give me ideas. Well, if that ain't the... So you shot at the bird, huh? Nothing to be ashamed of, you nasty pest. Stole that coin and the map from the rowboat the other day. Get him to it. You got the fever bad, haven't you? Mr. Valentine, Labor is still down there. Yeah, he's all right. On the phone, isn't he? Professor, how'd you guys get along with the captain? Somebody said you didn't pay him very often or something. Oh, no, no, he... Oh, well, we did owe him money. He was trying to get possession of the boat, but really... I'm not the guy, not very pleasant, I can imagine. Here, let me have that phone. Well, it doesn't have anything to do with that. That's not your idea, is it, Labor? Labor, can you hear me? Of course. I will come back up to deck and... A helmet, couple of lines, and a phone. It would be almost impossible for a naval-bodied man to get in trouble down there. And he could always get out the way I did, unless his lines were really tangled, which the captains weren't. I don't have that cigarette. George, you said the air... If you're smoking, it's easy to make a man cough down there. Like this. Hey, what is it? Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm coming on deck. Oh, now there, there, that's better. But a cigarette isn't enough to kill a man, even if he choked and had trouble with his helmet. You have to stand up on one of those helmets, though, don't you? To really keep the water out. I'm coming up. You're not coming up, not even the way I did. What? I was dragging the lines for both of us, remember? For the time being, you were the fish buster. I tied your line. You're crazy. I want to try a lot of things in front of this air intake. Maybe I can tell by the way you act what you used on the captain. Was it formaldehyde? Gasoline? Ethan? Halentine, what do you think you're trying... That's how you killed him, wasn't it? You made him pass out down there so he'd fall and drown. Fairly shiny coins, too, aren't they? Where'd you get them, a museum? What are you talking about? Well, a man couldn't dive down that deep from a rowboat and get a coin, could he? So where did the parrot steal that coin of his along with the map? Oh, and he's been bandaged ever since that day, so he couldn't have wanded around to steal it since then. Halentine, please let me... So if you had a coin that day, you didn't get it from the bottom of the ocean, you brought it here. You brought all of them here. Sure, and the map makes more sense that way anyway. You draw a map when you bury treasure, not when you dig it up. I always drew them, I told you. I located the... Skip it. You saw to the ocean like you saw to fraudulent mine. And why? To get that loud-talking captain who'd never do any diving himself down there to sucker him into a spot where you could commit a perfect murder. I didn't. Take that away from the ant. Take it. Buster, you started a fake treasure hunt, but too many people got excited over Spanish doubloons. That's what trapped you. Take it away? I can't breathe right now. Keep talking, friend. We'll be down to get you in a minute, but we'll haul up a confession first. No, Angel, there was no gold in that bay. Laver admitted it when he wrote his confession, stole 13 doubloons from the collection up north. Did he ever explain why he killed the captain, George? Well, he hated the guy. The captain did have a lean on the boat, and was going to take it away from the hard-working scientists. And I guess that's all Laver lived for, puttering around on the bottom of the ocean. But Professor Schmidt didn't have anything to do with it? No. George, wait a minute. You said the confession said 13 coins. Yeah. But as I remember, when we added them up, there were 14. So? I mean, they're really worth many ships in this bay. And well, where did the extra coin come from? Aren't you curious at all? Definitely. I'm... Oh, hey, say something, Cupid. Not just X, X, X. What is... I'm just kidding, Cupid. I really don't know. When you go on a vacation, you usually plan on spending a certain amount of money. But here's a way to enjoy your motoring trip and save money at the same time. Before you start out, have your car's crankcase drained and refilled with RPM motor oil. First choice where driving's toughest. 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Let George Do It is written by David Victor and Jackson Gillis directed by Don Clark. Martha Wentworth was heard as Millie, Herb Butterfield as Jenks, Harold Deeranforth as Labor, Joe Duvall as the Captain, Larry Dobkin as Schmidt, Nick Ryan as the Man, and Bill James as Cupid. The music was composed and presented by Eddie Dunstetter. Your announcer, John Heston. Listen again next week, same time, same station, to Let George Do It. This is the Mutual Don Lee Broadcasting System. Music
