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On the outskirts of Washington, D.C.,

patrolled night and day by an armed and uniformed guard,

stands a government building,

admittance to which is by special pass only, carefully checked.

For this is the headquarters of David Harding, Counterspy.

From here to every corner of the world,

go Harding's men on special duty,

counterspies assigned to danger.

They're actively protecting this country.

One of these men, Don Martin,

was stationed at a place not far from the small Southwestern city of Croftona,

located on a desolate 50 square mile tract of desert land

owned by the federal government

and run under military supervision.

It was not an army post in the strictest sense of the term.

Some 3,000 carefully screened civilians worked here,

developing the super rockets and guided missiles,

which form our first line of defense against attack.

All the records of progress made were kept here in the Central Files.

A treasure house of top secret information.

Irresistible bait for those of our enemies working from within.

Operator give me long distance, please.

Long distance?

This is Don Martin, Central Files Division Extension 24 in the Croftona Reservation.

Give me Washington, D.C. Capital, one, two, three, four.

Reverse the charges.

That's right, thank you.

Central Files, Martin speaking.

This is long distance, I have your Washington party.

Go ahead, please. -Headquarters, Martin calling Harding.

I'm sorry, sir, Mr. Harding isn't here.

Will you take my report on transcription, please?

Go ahead, Mr. Martin, we're recording.

It's Don Martin reporting.

I think I've finally located the information leak at Croftona,

but I'm waiting for proof.

If I'm right, this leak service is an extensive spy apparatus

set up to relay our latest guided missile data out of the country.

We need your help when the time comes to move in.

We'll keep you closely advised.

That is all, Martin.

Don Martin reporting.

I think I've finally located the information leak at Croftona,

but I'm waiting for proof.

If I'm right, this leak service is an extensive spy apparatus

set up to relay our latest guided missile data out of the country.

We'll need help when the time comes to move in.

We'll keep you closely advised.

That is all, Martin.

Yes, Peters.

The coroner's report just came in, David, it confirms our own.

At eleven o'clock yesterday morning,

Don Martin was found in his apartment, a suicide.

Apparently from an overdose of sleeping tablets.

But we've just heard Don's own recording.

It isn't 12 hours old.

A man doesn't get as close to the end of a job as he did and commit suicide.

It just doesn't make sense.

Yes?

I have Croftona for you now, Mr. Harding, Reynolds is on the line.

Reynolds? Reynolds, Harding speaking.

We've just received the coroner's report you sent in on Don Martin.

I see. When's the funeral?

I want you to be there.

Get a line on everybody who shows up.

And Reynolds,

have Colonel Kilgore put a double guard on that file room, understand?

Right.

Make all arrangements and notify the airport.

We're leaving for Croftona as soon as we can pack a bag.

Okay, David.

Get it to Doc Ritter right away,

and keep your eye on that other fellow for me.

Right.

Chief's been waiting for you.

That's all? Call it back to headquarters.

Tell them we'll be here until further notice.

Had some trouble?

Yes, a little surprise, but we got what we went after.

Doc Ritter is performing the autopsy now.

Washington calling. -Here we go.

Harding speaking.

Yes, sir.

Yes, I know. We're checking that now.

Of course I know how you feel about security at Croftona.

Certainly. I'll keep you posted.

Goodbye, sir.

What about the funeral? Get anything there?

Nice, sharp detail.

Burton took it from the truck with a telescopic lens.

That's Professor Schuman,

who's working on control of long range missiles.

Beside him is his wife.

He seemed to take it pretty hard.

The young lady standing next to Mr. Schuman

is Martha Holden, file clerk.

Colonel Kilgore, Commandant of Croftona.

That's Karen Michelle.

She was Martin's secretary.

Who's that? -I don't know, sir.

He must have been a friend of Martin's.

The Minister is Dr. Grant, the Post chaplain.

After the services, I took a good look around,

so I could find the place later in the dark.

We had no trouble getting by the watchman, finding the place.

But just as we got near the grave, we heard the sound of somebody digging.

I went ahead to take a look.

There was a guy with the same idea we had.

Hey!

What are you doing there?

I was having a pretty rough time with him

until Burton and McCulloch came up and gave me a hand.

We quietened him down and locked him in the truck.

Then we got the coffin up and brought it here, and also this man.

As you said, you didn't want anybody to know we intended to perform an autopsy.

That's right.

Are you sure your man's not the unidentified one in this picture?

No, sir, he isn't.

Peters? -Yes, sir.

Have an enlargement made as marked.

I want him identified.

Have Burton and McCullough bring their man in.

I want to take a look at the fellow who could do that to Bob Reynolds.

Well, sir, you see, it was quite dark-- -I know, and you probably tripped.

It's quite an establishment.

Body snatching must be lucrative business.

David.

They never would've had me, but it was dark.

So I've been told.

Reynolds, shake hands with Simon Langton.

Simon Langton?

Well, that makes it a pleasure.

It isn't every day we bring in the David Harding of England.

I'm glad my superintendent can't hear you.

He thinks he is.

Meet Burton and McCullough, also on my staff.

Hello. -Hi.

I have a feeling I'll never be allowed to live this down.

Not while I'm around, Mr. Langton.

Will that be all, sir? -Thanks, boys.

Come on over and sit down, Simon.

Your chief might've let me know you're in the country

and what you intended of doing.

What are you doing in Croftona?

Delivering a model of our new gyroscopic control to Colonel Kilgore.

Professor Schuman asked to see it.

Yes, Professor is working along those lines.

My superintendent thought it's advisable not to advertise that I was bringing it.

Since we discovered your guided missile information leaked out to the continent,

none of us over there have been sleeping nights.

I haven't been sleeping so well these nights either.

But you haven't told me what you were doing at the cemetery.

Making a fool of myself, apparently.

I got into town yesterday.

When I heard about the death of Martin, the fellow in charge of the files,

I wanted to see for myself whether it actually was suicide.

Any reason to suspect it wasn't?

No, just overly concerned about anything touching on security of guided missiles.

But you have, David,

or your men wouldn't have been at the cemetery tonight.

Martin was one of my men.

Before he died, he reported he discovered the leak

we've been trying to find for months.

I didn't know that.

Nobody but Colonel Kilgore know about Martin.

Now with Professor Schuman finally on the verge

of perfecting the guidance of a practical long range missile.

Go ahead, Doc.

Simon Langton, Scotland Yard.

Somebody went to a great deal of trouble to make it look like suicide,

but it was murder.

The sleeping pills found by Martin's bed were a prop.

He was probably first drugged,

then given a lethal dose of barbiturate in solution.

I had to search for the evidence, but I found it.

Such a method produces the same symptoms as death from an overdosage of pills.

We'll keep this to ourselves for a while.

Have the boys get the body back to the cemetery before daylight, Doc.

But it's restricted material.

You'll have to get clearance from Colonel Kilgore's office

before we can let you have it.

You're welcome.

The requisition for the job, Ms. Michelle, will you sign it, please?

Thanks, Jimmy. -Tell Mr. Langton it's wet.

I haven't got time to be doing these jobs over.

Central Files, Miss Michelle.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Come in.

Colonel Kilgore's office just called.

The Colonel would like to see you as soon as possible.

Professor Schuman is over there now.

Oh, just a moment.

Would you mind telling me why you're applying to transfer out of this section?

My reasons are on the application.

I'm finding the work too strenuous.

Well, that's a pity.

I don't know what I would've done this past week without you here,

to show me the ropes.

I'm sure Martha or any of the girls could've done the same.

I doubt it.

My predecessor may have put in an excellent system here,

but I'm sure it wasn't entirely without your help.

I was hoping you might do the same thing for me.

I'm sorry.

I'll have to ask you to put my request through channels.

I hope you'll understand, Ms. Michelle, but I won't be able to do that,

for the time being at least.

Under orders from Colonel Kilgore,

there are to be no transfers out of this section.

Here's that stuff on Turbo Jets the engineering lab ordered.

How about lunch?

Not today, thanks.

Anything wrong, Karen? -No, nothing.

I have an appointment in town.

If I don't get back this afternoon, take over for me, Martha?

Sure, have fun.

Good morning. -Good morning.

Mr. Langton, it is good to see you again. -Thank you.

Mr. Langton, I want to thank you

for bringing this instrument all the way here so that I might examine it.

I found it highly interesting.

My government is very happy to cooperate, Professor Schuman.

Unfortunately for me, it represents a different approach to the problem.

You see, I had hoped that an examination of this control for short range missiles,

would make basic laboratory tests from my long range control mechanism unnecessary,

but it hasn't.

As it stands, I have no choice now,

but to make those basic long range tests as soon as possible.

When will you be ready?

I'll be ready in about ten days.

If it's all right with you, Colonel, I'd like to have Mr. Langton

handle those test reports for security reasons.

Fine.

Should you need any assistance, I'd suggest your secretary, Miss Michelle.

She's cleared to handle classified and top secret material.

Very well.

Eighty.

Seventy-nine.

Seventy-eight.

Seventy-six...

Last Thursday was the 24th.

It's the morning that test reports came in from the firing range on XPMG19.

Yes, I remember.

You saw those reports, didn't you?

Mr. Langton dictated them to me.

He's dictating it to you now.

You're taking it down.

Memo from Central Files section Croftona Reservation

to War Department.

Effectively tested this day.

A new short range guided Missile XPMG19.

It has a range of 22 miles,

at an elevation of 45 degrees.

Wind deflection, 13 miles per hour.

Improved control to target

and remained accurately maneuverable during its entire time in the air.

Ms. Taylor, bring a cup of water, please.

Yes, Doctor.

How's the patient?

Not very well, I'm afraid.

No, I think we made great progress today.

I succeeded in getting her to relieve some of her concentration camp experiences.

Then no wonder she feels the way she does.

No, it isn't that.

I had a splitting headache when I came in here because of a disappointment.

I applied for a transfer to another section and it was denied.

You applied for a transfer?

What on earth for?

Because I can't stand working there any longer.

Every time I look in that file room or in his office, I see Don Martin.

I'd quit tomorrow except I can't afford to lose my seniority.

You can't afford to lose your health.

You must stay and face things bravely right in that same office

if we're get you well, again.

I'm beginning to give up hope that will ever happen.

That's foolish, my dear.

You were making great strides before Don's unfortunate death.

In time, you regain that ground, you'll see.

But you must neither quit nor transfer.

Promise you won't consider making such a move again

without first discussing it with me.

All right, Doctor.

Next week at the same time? -Right.

Don't brood about anything and we'll have you well again in no time.

Goodbye, Doctor. -Goodbye, my dear.

I'll pick you up for dinner and a movie, maybe Friday night, okay?

I'd love it. Bye, Barbara. -Bye, Karen.

I'm from the surgical supply company.

Where do you want this ultraviolet lamp?

Just a moment.

Dr. Gilbert? -Yes?

Did you order an ultraviolet lamp from surgical supply?

No, that's funny.

Look, Doc, I got the order right here in my book.

That's Dr. Gibson on Market Street, not Gilbert on Maple.

Well, what do you know, so it is.

Sorry, Doc, my mistake.

I didn't like what Karen said about that transfer business.

I'll just have to keep talking her out of it.

Also, I think she's getting tired

of the length of time this treatment's taking.

That's your problem.

You brought it to me, it's your job to see that she keeps coming.

Here.

I'll see to it.

You're still suspicious of the real reason Karen is so anxious to get that transfer?

No, I'm just suspicious of the fact that very suddenly

she's finding the work too strenuous, that's all.

She didn't come back this afternoon.

She told one of the girls she had an appointment in town.

Peters? -Yes.

Tell Mr. Langton what you can of Karen Michelle's activities this afternoon.

Karen Michelle left the administration building at 12:04 p.m.

She boarded the 12:10 bus for Croftona at the reservation gate.

The bus dropped her off on the corner of Fifth and Maple.

She walked north on Maple to number 309 and entered.

This is a combination residence office and clinic used by a Dr. Victor Gilbert.

She remained in there nearly two hours-- -Hold on.

Fields? -Yes, sir.

Had Gilbert's prints classified? -Gilbert's?

Yes, I want to find out all about that man.

Nice work Fields. -Thank you, sir.

What will I do about the ultraviolet lamp?

Perhaps you better send it to the children's hospital.

Put me on the direct line of main headquarters.

This is David Harding. Give me Johnson.

Hello, Johnson.

I want a routine check on a Dr. Victor Gilbert,

now practicing here at number 309 Maple Street.

Fingerprint classification 12,

030 over 124, W over W,

001 over 001. Got it?

Right, let me have anything you can dig up.

Go on, Peters.

Karen Michelle finally emerged from Dr. Gilbert's at 3:15 p.m.

and took a cab on the corner of Fifth and Maple to her home.

Number 927 Weatherly Avenue arriving at 3:36 p.m.

As of 7:00 p.m. 45 minutes ago,

our latest reports said she was still there.

Thanks, Peters.

Well, that certainly answers my question.

I'm having anyone who has any regular contact with that file section tailed.

Maybe one of them will lead us to whatever it was Martin discovered.

We have nothing else to go on.

We pick them up in the morning and tuck them in at night.

Including me?

That might not be a bad idea for your own protection.

Incidentally, I'd like you to get friendly with Karen Michelle outside the office.

Delighted.

Perhaps you can find out why she needs the services of Dr. Victor Gilbert.

Right.

Who's your pinup boy?

Oh, that fellow? A hunch.

An unidentified man who turned up to pay his respects at Martin's funeral.

I've got Reynolds out hunting for him.

Sorry, sir, I don't know him.

You might try the pumping works down the street.

They got a lot of men working over there.

Thanks, I will.

Are you expecting someone? -No, better see who it is.

Hello there. -What do you want?

I'm trying to find this man. Do you know him?

Never saw him before.

Maybe he works here during the day.

Then I'd know him. I'm on the day shift every two weeks.

What do you want to see him about?

I'm in Acme Insurance. A friend of his dad left him some money.

I've got to see that he gets it.

Some guys get all the breaks. -Don't they, though?

If he ever should show up around here, would you have him call Acme Insurance

and ask for Reynolds?

Yes, I'll tell him.

Thanks a lot.

It's that guy, Reynolds,

who's been beating the neighborhood with that phony insurance story.

To me, he's got cop written all over him.

He could be dangerous.

Somebody in the neighborhood is bound to remember seeing you in here.

We can't take any chances now.

The Schuman long-range test will start in about a week.

Go home and pack.

I'll send Jimmy to you later with a ticket and instructions.

All right. -Paul, the cork.

You take over his wagon. You know what to do and where to go.

I told him it was a mistake to go to Martin's funeral.

That's one mistake too many. -Jimmy.

Go directly to the address in Buenos Aires

and you'll receive your further instructions there.

Here's your ticket, your money, your passport, and your new ID.

Your name is Fred Holtzman.

You're a hardware salesman.

I don't know anything about the hardware business.

Oh, that's just in case somebody asks you before you get down there.

Yes, I've got them all now. Thanks.

I'll wait.

This taps him, the fingerprints check.

We've got a dozen aliases, but Fred Holtzman is a new one.

Occupation, hardware salesman.

Our files have them as Paul Eisele wanted for illegal entry.

City Morgue is still holding the body for identification, sir.

Reynolds gave them all the alias information.

Nobody would claim them now.

I'm glad to found a new lead.

It looks as though someone shut him up before we could get to them.

They did a good job of it.

Yes, Fields.

This was received from Johnson by wire photo, sir.

It's supposed to be a picture of Dr. Victor Gilbert.

What do you mean supposed to be?

Well, that's not the face of the man whose fingerprints I took.

Although Johnson insists that this photograph goes with those prints.

You can't fake a fingerprint, this has got to be Gilbert.

And so is this.

I borrowed it from a local portrait gallery last night

after the wire photo came in.

This is a picture of the man I fingerprinted.

This picture from Johnson was taken about 10 years ago.

Now, watch this.

We shade in right here,

and a bit over here.

Bring down the chin right here.

Over there.

Just a little bit more, now the hairline.

There you are, sir.

Who is he anyway?

His real name is Hugo Borne originally from Czechoslovakia.

He immigrated to the United States in 1937.

So far that's all we have on him.

Except that he's not registered with any medical association as Borne or Gilbert.

Have Johnson drop everything else to concentrate on this.

Every scrap of information that can be dug up in this man's activities

since he came here and before,

must be in our hands within the next 24 hours.

Yes, sir.

I want some more prints of these and have some stereo slides made.

Laboratory tests of the Schuman control mechanism

indicate a possible range far in excess of 1,000 miles.

This date, installation of the mechanism into an actual missile was begun.

Installation should be completed by the 15th.

Actual firing time has been set for 10:00 a.m.

Dr. Gilbert, the man from the water company.

That'll be fine, Mrs. Cleaver, by 10:30 on Monday then.

Goodbye.

Larry, where's Paul?

It was hot, so Miller sent him out of the country.

To Buenos Aires?

Well, he started for there.

What time does the Michelle girl usually get here?

On a lunch hour every other Wednesday.

I'll pick up on Wednesdays then. Same as Paul.

What about this new boss she's got, this guy, Langton?

Miller wants to know. -He's taken her out once or twice.

From what I gather, he seems quite interested in her.

Where did he come from?

Karen said he was working in England before here.

In England, doing what?

I don't know, the same kind of civil service work, I guess.

We'll call you as soon as we get any more information on him.

No, stay off the phone unless it's an emergency.

Central Files, Langton speaking.

Hello, David, you just caught me. I was working late tonight.

My secretary took the afternoon off again, and I was just trying to catch up.

How's your private diagnosis coming?

Making progress.

I'm headed there now for dinner.

See if you can hurry it up.

I've got to know why she's seeing that doctor.

If I'm right, this may prove the break we've been looking for.

From what I've seen over here in the office

and on the outside, I'd be willing to swear by her.

Incidentally, thanks for the assignment.

I've never enjoyed one this much before.

Goodbye.

He's a federal agent,

put in there to take Martin's place.

And he's seeing the girl tonight at her home.

Get over there and see what he's up to.

Jimmy will be waiting to hear from you when you come out.

All right.

After tonight, I want you to take up every bit of free time that girl has

from now until the 15th,

the day they'll test the Schuman controls.

We must have that report.

I understand.

How much do you think Langton knows?

It's not what he knows, it's what he's liable to find out.

Like the other one did.

I don't intend to wait as long with Langton as we did with Martin.

Don and I were engaged to be married.

I had no idea. -You couldn't have known, no one did.

I insisted on keeping it a secret.

Do you mind if I ask why?

Well, I wasn't sure of myself.

I mean I wasn't sure of myself mentally.

Whenever I'm emotionally upset, I get severe headaches.

The pain is almost paralyzing.

Don wanted to marry me,

but I made up my mind against that until I could be cured.

I wasn't expecting anyone.

Excuse me, Simon.

Why, Barbara. -Hello, Karen.

I saw your light and thought I'd drop in and see how you were.

I'm all right. Come on in, I want you to meet someone.

Oh, I didn't know you had company.

It's my new Chief of section.

Barbara, this is Simon Langton. Barbara Taylor, my closest friend.

How do you do? -Hello.

How about a cup of coffee? There's still some hot in the kitchen.

Oh, I'm sorry, I can't stay. The doctor needs me for a case tonight.

Karen, you really should be in bed. You had a rough day today.

Dr. Gilbert feels that Karen should have as much rest as possible.

I was telling Simon about my headaches just before you came.

Are you interested in medicine, Mr. Langton?

Well, only when I'm sick.

As Karen's nurse as well as her friend, I hope you won't keep her up too late.

I won't, I'm leaving very soon, as a matter of fact.

It's five minutes to 10:00.

Correction, five after 10:00.

Oh, thank you.

I better trade this in on a new model.

Well, I'd better be going.

It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Langton.

Nice meeting you, too, Miss Taylor.

What about tomorrow night? Shall I pick you up at the office?

All right, fine.

Thanks for looking in, Barbara. -Bye.

Nice girl. Known her long?

We met in Europe in a DP camp.

We arrived in America together.

I stayed in New York for a while, and she came out here to Croftona

and went to work for Dr. Gilbert.

They were instrumental in getting me the job at the reservation.

When you came out here, she took you to Dr. Gilbert for your headaches?

Yes, he's very thorough.

When he couldn't find anything physically wrong with me.

He decided to try psychiatric treatment.

He doesn't specialize in it.

But he decided my headaches stemmed from a mental block,

an inability to face my experiences during the war years.

By making me relive those experiences,

he hopes to get rid of the block and the headaches with it.

That's why you're seeing Dr. Gilbert?

Yes, of course. Why?

Oh, I just meant that I understood what he was trying to accomplish.

Well, it's getting late. I better be running along.

Thanks for the dinner. It was wonderful.

Thanks for the flowers. They're beautiful.

Maybe we can get together again soon. -I'd like it.

Fine.

Karen, since you were so close to Don Martin,

do you know of any reason for him to have taken his own life?

Please, I won't discuss it.

I can't.

Not with you or anyone.

Good night, Simon.

Forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt.

My arm.

When Dr. Gilbert gives me that solution treatment,

it makes my arm sore.

Oh, I see.

I remember when I was vaccinated, my arm was sore for weeks.

Good night, Karen. -Good night.

See you in the morning. -Right.

Peters, Langton reporting. Tell Mr. Harding I'm coming in.

I've got the information he wanted.

Also, tell him I think I know what it was that Martin discovered.

Yes. Bye.

Oh, beg your pardon. -My fault. Mr. Langton?

Do you have any offering?

I live right around here. You walking very far?

Just to where I can catch a cab.

There's a stand right around here, about a block from where I live.

I don't mind that 12 mile bus ride back and forth from the plant every day,

but it's the walk home from the bus that really gets you.

I'll tell you, when you've been on your feet for 10 hours, it's murder.

What? Oh, yes, I suppose so.

Well, it's different with men like you, Mr. Langton.

You see, you spend a lot of time at your desk.

Fellows like me, our job keeps us on our feet most of the time.

We really feel it.

It's funny my running into you like this, isn't it, Jimmy?

Well, Croftona is a small town.

Hey! Drop that gun.

How is he, Doc?

I can't find anything wrong with him that a scotch and soda wouldn't cure.

Ah, that's the first civilized man I've found in your organization, David.

I'll get you one. -Make it a double, no soda.

What do you think of Simon's theory about Gilbert's treatment of the girl?

It's possible.

There are several hypnotic drugs

which could enable a man to extract information from someone

without that person's knowing anything about it afterwards.

It can't be positive, but Gilbert could be getting

the information out of her that way.

It's a stunt the Nazis use on our captured agents during the war.

It's hard for me to believe that Karen is one of them.

If she's innocent, she'll get all the breaks.

I've already briefed Colonel Kilgore.

Karen must take your place at the test.

But there's still something about Martin's death she's not telling us.

One thing that puzzles me.

Oh, thanks, Mek. -That's okay.

We turned the body over to the morgue

with instructions to keep the whole matter confidential

and out of the papers until further notice.

I've had enough for one night.

I'm hopping over to the hotel to get a good night's sleep.

Go out and buy some toilet articles and fix him up with a bunk right here.

With your consent, you're confined to these headquarters for the time being.

Our friends wanted you out of the way.

We'll do our best to oblige.

After all, if I can't produce you alive when this is over, Simon,

how will I ever be able to face Scotland Yard?

Not a line, nothing.

But I'm positive he's dead. I felt the car hit him.

When I turned around, he was on the road still.

And Jimmy? -I don't know.

You don't know? He could be alive.

The police could be making him talk right now.

I swear I didn't see a cop. Do you think I'm nuts?

I'd never tried that stunt if--

If cops were around. Where do you think the shots came from?

That was afterwards. Jimmy was on the run.

You should have made sure of both of them.

You're a clumsier fool than Paul.

Jimmy must be dead.

Let's hope they're both dead. For your sake.

You wanted to see me, Colonel?

Yes, Miss Michelle. Sit down, please.

I'm afraid I have a shocking piece of news.

Your chief of section, Mr. Langton, has suffered a severe automobile accident.

He narrowly escaped death.

He's in a coma.

In fact, the doctors don't know whether he'll ever regain consciousness.

I'm sorry I had to break it to you so abruptly, Miss Michelle,

but it's sometimes better that way.

Also, you had to know why I'm appointing you temporary chief of the file section.

The Schuman controls are scheduled for range testing tomorrow morning.

I must have someone handle those reports whom I know to be completely trustworthy.

I can't do it.

I appreciate your feelings.

However, I must insist that you take the assignment.

I could tell Martha how to handle it.

Martha isn't cleared for classified material, you are.

You must be on hand for the Schuman control tests

at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

If you'll allow me to say it in a kindly way, that's an order.

All right, Colonel. I'll be there.

As you can see from the position of the Gilbert house,

it's not going to be easy.

There isn't too much cover.

The neighboring houses and buildings are as close to it as we could wish.

Nevertheless, no one in that house or in the neighborhood, for that matter,

must know what we're up to.

One slip up and we've lost the first crack we've had of these birds for months.

On my request, Colonel Kilgore has had the test moved up to tomorrow morning,

Wednesday, the 14th at 10:00 a.m.

The girl will go directly from the test

to a regularly scheduled Wednesday appointment with Gilbert.

If I'm right, she'll transmit the information to him then.

I've got to know how she does that and what he does with it after he gets it.

Now, let me make this very clear.

From the minute Karen Michelle arrives at 309 Maple Street,

everyone who goes in and comes out of that house

has got the full report of the Schuman controls on him,

until you prove otherwise.

All right, let's have it.

Let's have the slides, Ed.

This is Hugo Borne.

The other slide.

Alias Dr. Victor Gilbert.

Take a good look at him.

Under no conditions is that man to be allowed to leave 309 Maple Street

without being taken into immediate custody.

It's 20 minutes past 12:00.

That gives us exactly nine hours and 40 minutes to set up.

Any questions?

Then let's get started. Thanks, Ed.

Good morning. -Good morning, Doctor.

There's something wrong with the lights.

Neither this one nor the one in the closet works.

It looks like the power is off.

Call the power and light company and have them get right over.

I've heard from Miller.

The Schuman tests are being held this morning.

That's all we're to wait for.

As soon as he's received the report from us, he's leaving.

We're getting out tonight.

Information, will you give me the number of the Croftona Power & Light Company?

You say the power is off all over the house?

All right, we'll send someone out to take a look.

Yes, ma'am, right away.

Wait til my boy hears about this.

He wants to be a government agent.

He's only seven.

Well, I wouldn't mention anything about it to him till he's 12,

or to anyone else for that matter.

All right, I won't say a word. -Good.

Are you sure you won't need some of our own men or one of our trucks?

Electricity's pretty tricky stuff.

We know, we've worked with it before, and we've got a truck of our own.

Well, thanks for your cooperation. -Not at all.

I'll give you a call when we're finished.

Forty-five seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

Ten seconds.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one.

The missile armed with atomic warhead was airborne at 10:00 a.m.,

reaching an altitude of 53 miles in 45 seconds before leveling off.

Responding satisfactory to the controls, the missile headed towards target,

left the Pacific Coast 62 seconds after leveling off,

traveling at a speed of 5,000 miles per hour.

Target destination 30 degrees North by 135 degrees West.

Total distance to target, 1,250 miles.

Estimated traveling time, 15 minutes.

Powered by fuel formula 72 LMR, ignited by a radioactive pulsations

striking Ramjet motor of modified Viking type.

The missile is fitted with gyroscope number 6413F.

The 16-millimeter oscillator vibrating in response to shortwave frequencies

at a ratio of 16AX to 1,300 over nine.

Time, please.

10:14 and 30 seconds.

Only 30 seconds remaining, gentlemen.

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one.

Wonderful. Marvelous.

Your control seem to have exceeded even our most optimistic speculations.

My congratulations, Professor Schuman.

Thank you, Colonel.

Miss Michelle, please type that report at once

and bring it directly to my office for forwarding to Washington.

No copies, please. It's classified top secret.

Yes, Colonel.

Please get immediate word to Mr. Harding.

This completes my end of it.

Well, thanks, Colonel. We'll take it from here. Bye.

That was the Colonel, Mr. Langton.

Karen Michelle has just finished the report,

handed it in and left the office.

You haven't much more time.

Notify Mr. Harding, I'm ready and leaving here now.

Give me the tube.

Peters to Harding.

Mr. Langton, ready and now leaving here.

All right, Peters.

Reynolds is still inside trying to find that short circuit.

Tell Langton to wait for McCullough's signal from the top of the pole,

then go in.

Right, sir.

Harding to Fields.

She'll be taking the bus out of there any minute now. Over.

Fields to Harding. Roger.

Okay, you can take that free ride.

Harding to McCullough, are you set?

Yes, without your okay, a greased sardine couldn't slip through this territory.

That's fine, man. Stand by.

Roger.

Everything's okay now, miss.

What was the trouble? -There was overload.

With all the appliances you've got in this place, the system broke down.

We'll fix the connection on the main outside,

so your circuit will get enough juice to carry the load.

But don't try to use all your electrical appliances at the same time,

at least for the next couple of hours until we can make the adjustment.

All right. Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Snap it up, the girl's due here any minute.

I planted the mic Gilbert's inner room.

We'll be ready as soon as I can make this connection to the transmitter.

Harding speaking.

All right, she's here. Now let's keep alert.

Fields? -Yes, sir.

Did she speak to anyone?

No, sir, Danning sat beside her on the bus the whole trip.

She made no contact on the street?

No, sir, I tailed her from the bus here myself.

Then stand by. -Roger.

Really, Mr. Wilbur, there's no point in your waiting.

I don't mind, miss.

I took the whole day off just to consult with the doctor.

Besides,

I found a very interesting article in this magazine here.

Seventy-three.

Seventy-two.

Seventy-one.

Seventy.

Sixty-nine.

Sixty-eight.

She stopped.

This morning at the reservation, they tested the Schuman controls.

Yes.

Who handled those reports?

I did.

Karen, you're sitting at your typewriter.

You put in a sheet of paper.

You set the margin.

Now you're typing the Schuman report.

You are typing it now.

The missile armed with atomic warhead was airborne at 10:00 a.m.,

reaching an altitude of 53 miles in 45 seconds before leveling off.

Responding satisfactorily to the controls, the missile headed toward target.

Anything else today?

Just what was in the hamper.

I got that, see you next week.

Mr. Wilbur, the doctor's going to be quite a while.

All right, miss, I don't mind waiting.

Yes, Doctor. Right away.

Harding to Fields.

A laundry truck, license number 5560 is all yours.

Roger.

But really, Mr. Wilbur, Dr. Gilbert isn't seeing any more patients today.

Why don't you phone for an appointment tomorrow?

I won't be in town tomorrow, nor next week.

I really only want a minute of his time.

I'll just wait until his patient leaves.

You just ask him once more for me.

Very well, but you're wasting your time.

Hey! Where are you going with my laundry?

The company isn't going to like this.

Uncle Sam will take care of your company.

Just relax and you'll get this all back rub dry before you leave,

if we don't find anything wrong with it.

Feeling better now, Karen? -Much better, thanks.

Shall I have Barbara call a cab for you?

No, thanks, Doctor, I'll walk.

I'd like the fresh air.

You know, my dear, I'm very proud of you.

You're showing a lot of courage. -How do you mean?

Well, under the circumstances of the accident,

I realize how it must be affecting you.

Simon, how did you hear about it? It wasn't in any of the papers.

I was at the hospital early this morning to see a patient of mine.

How is Simon?

Colonel Kilgore said the doctors feel he might not regain consciousness.

I really don't know, Karen.

I didn't see him, I merely heard about it.

I'm going over to the hospital, right after I leave here.

You're becoming quite fond of Langton, aren't you?

Yes.

When my guilt feelings about Don let me.

You'll forget about Don Martin in time.

Perhaps.

But he had no reason to take his own life.

No reason but one.

He begged me time and time again to be his wife, but I wouldn't.

I refused him.

We had a bitter quarrel and I told him we were through.

Three days later, he took those awful pills.

I know it was my fault.

I killed him just as surely as if I put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

There's no point in blaming yourself.

Who else can I blame?

In my book that gives her a clean bill of health, Bob.

Goodbye, Doctor, see you next Wednesday.

Goodbye, Karen. -Goodbye, Barbara.

Why don't you see him for a minute? It's the quickest way to get rid of him.

All right, send him in.

Getting a little drink.

The doctor will see you, but just for a moment.

He has to go out on a case.

Yes, Doctor.

Mr. Wilbur, will you go right in, please?

Dr. Gilbert, Mr. Wilbur.

Harding to Burton.

Croftona Springs Water truck leaving Gilbert's house now.

Pick it up, it's all yours.

Burton to Harding. Roger.

It's very good of you to see me, Doctor.

I've been sitting out there--

Please come to the point, I'm in quite a hurry.

It's about these headaches I've been having.

Pardon me, please.

But a special messenger just delivered this.

You told me to bring it in to you the moment it arrived, Doctor.

The hospital called and said you didn't have to hurry after all.

Fine.

Now I can spend more time on your case, Mr. Wilbur.

How long did you say you've been suffering from these headaches?

Quite some time.

It might be your eyes.

Let's step into the next room, I have a wall chart in there.

We'll see how well you can read it.

Sit right here, please.

Face the wall and look at this chart.

I don't get it.

Langton wasn't to go through any kind of an examination.

Even letting Gilbert test his eyes is risky business with that makeup.

He must have a reason.

I was wondering, Doctor, if my headaches were not caused by something in my diet.

The food or perhaps the water.

I drink a lot of water.

That's possible.

After the eye examination, we'll go into that thoroughly.

This is the desert, our tap water occasionally contain certain impurities.

Matter of fact, the water has been tasting funny lately.

I got the idea about the water, Doctor,

while I was in your reception room out there.

I saw a man come in with a full water bottle

and leave with the empty water bottle.

Maybe Langton is in trouble.

Something's gone wrong with our hookup.

I'm glad we're discussing the water,

because I was tempted to give that fellow

an order for service in my home right there and then.

The fellow left with the empty water bottle

while I could make up my mind.

You should have stopped him.

Bottled water might be the answer,

but what you're searching for is not in the water bottle.

It's in the cork, Mr. Langton!

And Langton just to disturb the long sleep you're going to have,

your friends didn't hear a word about any water bottle.

What about it? -I don't know, sir.

I can't tell without going in there.

We can't go in, we can't afford to dip our hand yet.

Wish we could hear something, anything.

Harding to Peters. What's your report on that laundry man?

We found nothing on him or in the laundry bundles.

We let him go, sir.

You ready to leave? -But what about Langton?

I put him to sleep.

Yes, what if he wakes up? -Make sure he won't.

That's it, stay here, Doc.

Come on.

Cigarette?

Looks clean as a whistle to me. -I can't find a thing either.

We've got to make him talk.

He's got an awful lot of that stuff in him.

We can't get a word out of the girl and Gilbert's still out.

What is on the recording?

Nothing, no memo belt, no spool, nothing, we've searched everywhere.

He's coming around.

Simon, the recording, where is it?

Water truck.

Water truck.

Okay, my friend, sorry to have troubled you.

You can go along now.

Thanks. -We better move our car.

Cork, bottle.

Hello, guys, Peters.

Hey, Peters.

The Chief's calling. -Okay, open the door.

Yes, sir.

Are you holding that water truck?

We went all over the truck and found nothing.

We searched the driver and he's okay too. We just let him go, sir.

You what? Pick it up! The Schuman report is on that truck.

On the truck?

That's where we found it, hidden in a cork,

but not before we'd examined every cork and every bottle on that truck.

The driver led us to the bottling works and Miller.

When we took him, we learned we had a real prize,

the brains of the apparatus in this country.

From Miller, we got the address of Carl Herman in Buenos Aires,

enabling the Argentine government to round up the remainder of the organization.

Have I forgotten anything?

No, I believe that covers it.

I'll have a copy of the report ready for you in half an hour.

That'll be too late.

Our plane leaves in 20 minutes, Simon.

Well, in that case, I'll mail it to you.

Goodbye, Mrs. Langton, have a pleasant journey.

Thank you. -Goodbye, Simon.

Goodbye, David, we'll be looking forward to a visit from you one of these days.

Perhaps you'll be able to give us a hand with a...

Oh, no.