Personal notice, danger is my stock and trade. If the job is too tough for you to handle, you got a job from 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! No Escape from the Jungle, Another Adventure of George Valentine. My dear Mr. Valentine, my name is Peter Van Russell. I am a research chemist for one of the rubber companies with offices in Rangoon. I have devoted my life to my work, which I suppose to someone else would be about as dull as my own person. It has been years since I have even followed the American newspapers, let alone kept abreast of your customs. I have never been in your city before. Now I say all this so you will understand how impossible it is for me to find, to locate a certain man without your help. A man who like myself has just arrived from Burma. A man who is here but is not here. It is a debt of honor, you understand, purely a personal matter. I must see him. I only have a few days before I return to the jungle. Wait a minute Mr. Van Russell, you said this man is here but he isn't here. I assure you it is just as confusing to me as it is to you Miss Brooks. Well to start at the beginning, what is this man's name? Uh, Hollowell, Terence Hollowell. He is about 40 years old, tall, quite distinguished. Hollowell, does he live here? Did you look him up in the phone book? Oh yes, yes, he maintains a residence. I telephoned you see from my hotel and I was informed by a caretaker that Mr. Hollowell won't be arriving from Burma until tomorrow. Well okay, then he just hasn't got here yet. Yes he has. I came by plane, I'm sure he was at least a day or so ahead of me. Here, now it's a little torn. Cablegram, Van Russell, Pan Am, Honolulu. Was waiting for me at the airlines office. Let me see that. Waste of time you're trying to contact me. Well right on the tail, but assure you that under present circumstances our meeting one another would be needlessly painful to you. A stroke of fate, that's all. Please understand, Terence Hollowell. Now here, this piece here you see, that Cablegram was sent from this city, he sent from here. So he is in town, yet at this holiday insist he is not. He is here and he isn't. Mr. Van Russell, apparently this man doesn't want to see you wherever he is. So what sort of person is this Hollowell anyway? A traveler, a lecturer, you know, most charming fellow. He stayed with me for a week or so at my plantation north of Rangoon. No, but so easy going, not the sort to be mixed up in anything troublesome, you know. And you have no idea what he's talking about in that Cablegram? No, and I think I should find out, don't you? There's a pearl necklace, ten black pearls and a necklace. What's that? Well, that's the only thing I can think of. Hollowell is a man who admires beauty. I helped him to obtain a necklace, that's all. What's valuable, he paid nearly every penny he had, nearly twenty-five hundred dollars for it over there. So it's worth a lot more here. Oh, yeah, yeah. But what could be that... Well, I understand you, Mr. Van Russell. What could have happened to a perfectly nice guy that made him disappear and yet not disappear? Yeah, precisely. Only what do I do when and if I find him? What is it you wanted to see him about on the first place? Oh, naturally, Mr. Valentine, I will explain anything you wish when the time comes. But right now, the urgent question seems to be, why is Terence Holloway trying to hide? And most important of all, where? Well, it's a nice looking house and a hammock to loaf in. Pretty good. George, Mr. Van Russell has already tried calling the house here. I can't see any reason for our try... Always start with the obvious, Angel. Maybe this Hollowell just doesn't want to be bothered with our Dutch friend. You know, look me up sometime and then the people take you up on it and you're stuck. Well, he was his guest in Burma. He wouldn't be rude. Hold on a minute. Good morning. Good morning. Are you from the house here? I mean, it seems so unusual. All those wonderful little birds out at this time of morning. Don't you think? Well, they should be sleeping in the middle of the day. Yes. But it's not hot, is it? There's no reason for them to be sleeping here. Well, we just wondered if you... Oh my, no, no. I'm not from the house. No, no, indeed. You see, I have my umbrella. Yes, I see. Yes, this is Mr. Hollowell's house, though. I only carry my umbrella from habit, I suppose. It's ridiculous, isn't it? You haven't rung the bell yet. Yes. Yes, it's Mr. Hollowell's house. It's his. It's not like him, though, do you think? We've never met him. Oh, oh, you've never heard him talk? You've never heard the beautiful words he uses? What such a sad expression. But so exciting. All the romantic places. The intimate, beautiful thought. What did you say? Oh, no, I haven't rung the bell. No. You may if you wish, but it won't do any good. Why not? He's at home. Perhaps he'll throw you out like he did me. What? His wife. Mrs. Hollowell. Yes. His wife. Oh, don't mind me. I'm just waiting. Just waiting. Who hired that maid? I asked you, who hired that maid? Lisa, for heaven's sake, please. Not a day over eighteen and straight out of a model agency, if you ask me. You've seen her. How could any man help seeing her? But I tell you, I didn't. Sure, she didn't. Yeah, the maid said they were in the hall. I won't have her around the house. I did not, Lisa. Please, why do you care? It's not your house anymore. You get your separation checks. That's all that matters. That's why I'm here. I haven't had a check for two months. You've been holding out again. There isn't any money, I tell you. You're lying. Oh, Lisa, darling, I couldn't like you. I tried, don't you believe? Hello. Is anybody here? Oh, excuse me. How do you do? Excuse us. I'm Miss Brooks. This is Mr. Valentine. The maid said to come... Of course, of course. Visitors all over the place. Why not? I'm Mrs. Holloway. Oh, but then you must be Mr. Holloway. My name is Cy Kirby. And you walked in and are offended because I make a lot of noise. All right, I don't mind. I'm a nasty woman. Mr. Kirby is my husband's business partner. He belongs here. I don't. He's the one you want to see. What club do you represent, Mr. Valentine? What club? Tell me you're a process server. Which one of my husband's rich women friends do you... Lisa, isn't it about a lecture? Really, that's our only business, you know, travel talks. I just assumed you were like the lady out there with the umbrella or the committee of women out in the hall. No, no, no, yeah. Newspaper, that's all. I wanted an interview. We understood Mr. Holloway just arrived from Burma. He won't be back until tomorrow. Yes, that's right. Tomorrow. Oh, I see. Well, I understood he might have arrived already. No, but I'm sure Mr. Kirby can tell you everything you want to know about my husband. Of course. Every bit of publicity counts. Uh-huh. Well, look, I wondered if we could get a picture of Mr. Holloway. Naturally. Delighted, I suppose. Even Burton Holmes needs a little press cooperation now, and come along. We'll find a photograph in his desk. George will never locate a man just by carrying his picture around. I will by a telephone, fair angel. What? Yeah, it was on his desk. There's the name of an employment agency scribbled on it. It may be just a cock-eyed hunch, but come on. Flavin Home Service Employment Agency. Now, now, Mr. Flavin, there's nothing wrong. I just phoned you to check, that's all. So Mr. Holloway did hire the girl himself, huh? I see. And he phoned from the Benson Hotel. Okay, thanks a lot. Now the man in the photograph? Why, yes. Oh, yes, he's staying here at the Benson. His name is? Could you just tell me what his room number is, please? 325, oh, but his key is in. I think he's properly across the street. What's this all about, Mr. Valander? You mean that theater over there? No, no, a little jewelry store. I've seen him go in there before. Jewelry? George, remember the pearl necklace? Yeah. What's that? I don't know, friend. It's all too much for me. Suppose we just wait? What's the matter? Give me that photograph. George. That's him, isn't it? Oh. May I have my key, please? 325. These people were just asking about you, Mr. Smith. Oh, they were? Mr. Smith. Why, yes, young lady. Mind if we step over here a second? Well, no, not at all. But what do you wish to see me about? It's Hollowell, isn't it? Isn't that your name? Oh, by yes. But who are you? I don't understand. Neither would the clerk over there if you told him. Neither would I. Well, I don't think there's any law against a man being incognito, is there? Who sent you? My wife? Her lawyer? Well, that's the obvious explanation, isn't it? She has a little trouble collecting money from you, I understand. Well, I suppose everyone has money troubles. Never mind. I'm not interested. But what is it you want? Every minute I want less and less, Buster. Come on, Brooksie. We've done our job. Nice to have met you, Mr. Hollowell. But, Mr. Valentine, I... I located him. That's all you hired me for, Mr. Van Rossel. Yeah, the Benson Hotel. Now, you've done a very good job. No, wait a minute, wait a minute. Not so fast, friend. You said you'd do a little explaining yourself. Why he set a wire brushing you off is another matter, and I want to know... Of course, yes, I said I would tell you. Well, a death of honor, that's all. And I appreciate so much your finding him. I am really not concerned with whatever his little problems are. Well, then... Because I am only here from Burmese, understand, to kill him. Thank you again, Mr. Valentine, for finding him for me. 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For expert tire care and for all car saver services, stop in at any independent Chevron gas station or standard station where they say, and mean, we take better care of your car. And now, back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine. The business of Terrence Hollowell is travel talks, only from what his partner says, they're not making much money at it these days. Hollowell has trouble with his wife too, but most of all, he's likely to have trouble with your client, because if your name is George Valentine, then you have a harmless looking client, Mr. Van Rossel, who has just said, thanks for finding Hollowell, because now he can kill him. Wait a minute, George. Van Rossel gone, George? Oh yeah, sure, hung up and ran, but it'll take him at least 15 minutes to get over here to the hotel. Well, he wouldn't just come and kill him. Why would he tell you? Why would he warn anybody and then do it? Oh, lots of crazy people in the world, Angel, but this is no time to argue about it. Hollowell went upstairs to his room, didn't he? That's right. Okay, play it safe. Find the house detective. Tell him what it's all about. As if I knew. Tell him to keep Hollowell there until I meet you. Where are you going? To try and tie this together fast so it does make sense. The jewelers across the street, that pearl necklace is the only thing I know about the times a would-be murderer to his corpse. Ah, yeah, yeah, beautiful. Such pearls I have never seen. You mean this is it, this one right here? Yes, relic from the days when there was time to collect when beauty was not rhinestone. Ah, now look, I asked you... Ah, so even to buy something you must be in a hurry. All right, all right. Fifteen thousand dollars. Uh... There, there, you see? Now you think it is too much. Such a hot day, you should take your time. You should sit down. No, I was just surprised they were for sale. But Mr. Hollowell's pearls, you asked about? Look, he sold them to you. These are the ones he bought in Burma. I know the man who helped him get them. Oh, yeah? Well, of course he sold them to me. Now I sell them. But he's been spending a lot of time over here. His hotel clerk said he was over... What do you do? Make puzzles for yourself? Two days I spend making another necklace for Mr. Hollowell. That is all. Very cheap, bad one, called Josh Tufford John. Wait a minute. You mean he sold you this one for a nice profit but got you to make an imitation? Ah, every time you turn around it's got to be a mystery. No, no, no, no. No imitation, just a bad one, that's all. Pearls, yeah, black ones, but nothing illegal, nothing to fool anyone. Nothing to fool a jeweler? Only to fool a wife, perhaps. Huh? Yeah, I know this man from before. Well, what's wrong with that? I'd fool my wife. You fool yours, don't you? So, all right, it's a hot day. George! Yeah, Rosine? George, he's gone. Mr. Hollowell's gone. You sure? He piled some of his luggage into a cab the minute we left earlier. Oh, brother, everybody disappears. No, George. The starter remembered the address, or at least enough of it. Well, where did Hollowell go? His home. The big travel expert's gone home, that's all. Oh, such a strange thing to do, such goings on, Lady Disney's. George, you should put in a mystery show. Mr. Valentine, I'm so sorry I was rude this morning. Oh, not at all, Mrs. Hollowell. Through here, please. He's unpacking now. It's the heat, I guess, or waiting for your husband to come home. Oh, I beg your pardon. What? Oh, you said he was home. Of course. It's you. Still waiting. Aren't you patient? I'm all right. Mr. Hollowell is home. Yes, he came in the other way a little while ago. I'm sure he can see you soon. Don't worry. Even nicer to the club women now, huh? Oh, and I'm sorry I teased you about your umbrella before. He'll just be a minute. I'm all right. I'm waiting. Yes, why not? They're silly, but they pay to hear his lectures. It's a crazy business, his and size. And look here. He brought me this. Hmm. Pretty necklace. Oh, you already noticed it. But see, it's real black pearl. Nice husband. He bought it with his last penny in Burma. I know it was, because Cy keeps the books and he told me. How could I stay angry at a husband like that? Oh, Terrence. Terrence, darling. Yes, my dear? I won't keep him long, Mrs. Hollowell. And he wants to kill me, you say. Van Rossel. Imagine. Imagine his even being here. Sure. It's very amusing. He's insane. Of course you know that. Lived in the jungle too long. Nothing but work. I think it's very amusing the way your wife fell for the phony necklace, too, Buster. What's that? Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to tell her. She'd start worrying again about that pretty maid you hired. How much did your partner, Cy Kirby, know about that little profit you made on the necklace, buying it for twenty-five hundred? Buying? Well, didn't you? In Burma? The real one? Or is that what Van Rossel is upset about? Something to do with that necklace? Oh, get out of here. You've given me your little warning, and thanks very much. Goodbye. Oh, no, no. My curiosity gets bigger and bigger the more I talk. This is my house. I've done nothing criminal. I got out of here, I said. I'll get it, George. Hello? Oh, George, it's Lieutenant Johnson. Yeah, I asked him to call us here. Yes? George, they finally found Van Rossel. They picked him up at five o'clock. He's been watching that hotel of Hollowells all afternoon. Oh, give me that phone. Hello, Johnson. Let me talk to that guy. No, thanks for picking him up. No, thanks for anything. All right, all right. Thanks. Would you... Besides, you're not going to talk to him. He just fainted. Besides, he's downtown and I'm not. What? He what? Things got harder after you left, I guess. I went at the Hollowells and, boy, do you get things turned around. That Van Rossel of yours is the only one who couldn't have murdered him. Murdered? You heard me. Hollowell, the big travel and charm boy, stopped three bullets. I don't know. I barely got here myself, Alan Tang. Well, his wife was upset. First she was hating him, then she was... Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got that. But after you left, she drove to the hotel to get some more of his baggage for him, to get them made with her. They were the ones who found the body when they came back. Yeah, right there in this hammock. That's right, in the hammock. What a life. I don't know if you did. We got the place pretty well roped off and fast, but it's big, lots of space. Si Kirby, been this guy's partner for years. Says he was upstairs and didn't hear a thing. We tried it out and you can't hear from there. Oh, Johnson, wait a minute, will you? What's the matter? Look, Johnson, I could have stopped it. I could have added up all the little tips and stopped it. Easy, the guy was a heel, big soft soap artist, big fake, romance with a bucket. But I could have figured out why a man would tell me he was going to kill in advance. Sure, sure, a debt of honor. Look, I told you Van Rossel wasn't with him. He hired me to find the guy, showed me a wire. But suppose it wasn't his wire. Yeah, Torn, that's right. First part of the name was Torn. Beat yourself with something I can recognize, will you? Look, Johnson, every little thing adds up in one direction. So funny, the bird should be awake in the middle of the day, she said. Said it wasn't hot on a very hot day. Look, I know, I know I'm crazy, but so's murder. We don't even scratch the edges of a Johnson, but an umbrella does. Huh? Yeah, look, suppose she came from Burma. Suppose Van Rossel was chasing after her too, trying to protect her in advance, or trying to get Hollowell protected in advance to stop it. Well, the umbrella over there, can't you see it? Suppose it belongs to her. Suppose she's not a clubwoman, Johnson, but Van Rossel's wife. George, there she is. Yeah, I know. She's got a revolver. She's watching us. Stay where you are. All right, ladies, sure. Now don't worry, my name isn't Hollowell. I killed him. Did you know that? I know, I know. But take it easy, please, it's all over. No, no, it was all over a week ago. He told me that when he left Burma, but I wouldn't believe he was in love with him. Oh, George, the poor thing. I know, just waiting till he got here to shoot him. Oh, leave me alone. Please leave me alone. You are Mrs. Van Rossel, aren't you? Yes, yes I was. I mean... I know. Your husband told me about Hollowell visiting you for a week. I followed him, what of it? So I'm a stupid middle-aged fool. I saw the cable gram that missed you in Honolulu. Get away, please. Please get away. I'm sorry, lady, I want that... All right, Bruxy, take it easy. She's shooting in the dirt. She doesn't want to hurt us. It's just Hollowell that she... That's what I said, get away! Hey, that's three shots, Bruxy. And there's three in Hollowell, that makes six. All right, it's all over now, lady. You've done all your shooting. Get away, I said! Oh, bother, have I been wrong? George, she's pointing it at herself. Uncle! Oh, my God. Sure, lady. Still another shell. All right, now let's see your purse. You've got your purse, haven't you? Here it is, George, you dropped it. No shells there. I guess we did some good after all, Angel. Everybody else had a motive too. I wonder which one shot him first. What? This revolver only holds six shells. Did Hollowell say anything to you when you found him out there in that hammock? What? Oh, no. No, I've been waiting until I couldn't stand it anymore. And I went out and I found him there. And I did what I came from, Burma for. I shot him. Lady, you fired your gun four times just now. There are three bullets in Hollowell. Three and four are seven. So who shot him first? Sidekirby, Mr. Van Russell, he was the only one it could have been. You see the others, his wife, and the maid. I understand, I understand. Well, they got him fast enough. He didn't have any story cooked up. It wasn't premeditated or anything. Of course. I think they'll be able to prove that your wife only shot a dead body, Mr. Van Russell. Yeah, I see. You don't really do you? I mean, you still haven't told us about your wife and Hollowell. Kirby, that was his partner. Yeah, there was some difficulty. Well, we've been holding on to him. Over $10,000 profit on a necklace. The only reason Hollowell lied about his return to Kirby was to give him time to arrange for a sale without anyone knowing. It had been going on for years, apparently. This time Kirby caught up with him. Oh, it wasn't really that, though. It was Mrs. Hollowell. No matter how mad she got her husband for carrying on with other women, no matter how many times they separated, she always went back to him. And Kirby couldn't stand it. He loved her, too. It's always love, one way or another. The same as you're coming after your wife, even after she left you. I suppose there will be a trial. I suppose my wife... No, there certainly will be an investigation. Maybe about shooting somebody who's already dead, but... Why won't you talk about your wife? Why won't you tell me what I want to know, that silly business of the necklace that kept confusing us? That was her wedding present. I gave to her years ago. She gave to him. That's all. Nice guy, Hollowell. But your wife... I mean, she knows that you came after her trying to help. She knows what you really like, or she wouldn't have tried to kill Hollowell. Do you understand that? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, this... this is a dull place we live in. And I'm not much excitement myself, not glamorous like United States. No. We work it out somehow. Don't worry so much. Goodbye. What was that line of yours, Brooksine? One way or another, it's always love. 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