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Listen, let me be wrong for once. Write

a new head.

Hey boy.

Yes, sir. Did you find Tracy yet? No,

sir. He's still out. When you find Mr.

Tracy, would you ask him if he would

condescend to want to take a little

repertorial Sure, if you need me this

afternoon.

If you don't mind.

Oh, no, sir. I don't mind. Don't stand

there like an imbecile. Round him up.

Yes, sir.

Well, they're here, Mr. Boswick. Who's

here? The students. What are they doing

here? Mr. Boswick, but don't you

remember? It's a promotional tie-up to

increase circulation. And what did I

promise them? Well, they would work for

you for 3 days as real reporters. And

the one who submits the best story

during that time was to receive $50.

And and a gold medal. Oh, I might have

guessed it. I don't know why I let you

talk me into these things. Last week you

had the place filled with a lot of

champion potato pickers. And now the

place is going to be overcrowded with a

lot of crazy cubs. I won't see them. Mr.

Boswick, they're right beside you.

Oh, Mr. Boswick, these are the young

people you've been so anxious to meet.

Miss Nancy Drew from the Brentwood

School for Young Ladies. I'm very

pleased. Hi. Me, too.

Miss Phyllis Kimball of Hi. Hi. Hi. Oh,

Mr. Boswick, are we really going to have

real assignments just like real

reporters? What do we all have to

Can I cover a scandal? Girls, boys.

Mr. Boswick, uh won't you say a few

words to the contestants? Yeah, very

shortly.

Why anyone is simple-minded enough to

want to work on a newspaper I've never

been able to find out. Why, Mr. Boswick,

journalism is a very noble and glorious

career. With all the adventure and

romance and everything, I should think

you'd just love it. I do love it. I love

every minute of it.

I love my employees, too.

Here, take one.

All right.

I won't look.

What'd you get? I got to write a story

about a squirrel in the park. Where's

the mayor live? Why? I got to find out

how many babies he kissed last week. I

have to write a story about a goldfish.

Ladies' Amateur Poetry Club, Cozy

Nocturne, 1:00 p.m. All right, now. Come

on, get going. All right, children. Come

on. Come on. And if it isn't news, you

needn't bother coming back. Clever idea,

isn't it? We'll go into that later.

Mr. Boswick, I don't believe you take us

seriously.

My dear Miss Who is it, in regard to

your supposition, I see you're not

without perspicacity.

I still haven't been able to find Mr.

Tracy. Every time I depend upon a

reporter, I'm double-crossed. Oh, all

right. Leave a memo on his desk. Tell

him to hurry over to the courthouse

right away. They're holding an inquest

on that Lambert woman. Yes, sir. Yes,

sir. In the soup, school children.

Are you satisfied with your assignment,

Miss Drew? Oh,

I think it'll do for a start.

Dr. Carey, please.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear that the testimony you're

about to give will be the truth, the

whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

so help you God? I do. Dr. Carey, as

autopsy surgeon,

you examined the body of Kate Lambert. I

did. And what did you find?

That Miss Lambert's death was not caused

by heart failure as Dr. Hibbard

certified.

Her death was caused by a poison, sodium

ferronide.

What is sodium ferronide?

It's a chemical used in photography. Is

such a chemical easily obtained? Oh, no.

Only on special order from the

manufacturer.

It's a new agent, not yet on the open

market. In fact, only those who are well

advanced in photography know anything

about it.

Miles Lambert.

Mr. Lambert, you were the first to

suspect your aunt did not meet a natural

death. I was.

What aroused your suspicions?

Well, for years Dr. Hibbard had assured

me that my aunt's heart condition was

nothing to worry about.

And when she died so suddenly, I was

naturally very shocked and surprised.

But even so, I didn't suspect anything

until I happened to run across a

scientific magazine in my aunt's

library.

There was an article in that magazine

which had a great deal of significance

to me in view of the circumstances.

The article was about sodium ferronide,

and the portions of it dealing with the

chemical's poisonous properties had been

carefully marked in pencil.

To whom does this magazine belong?

It's addressed to Eula Denning.

Did you mark this article, Miss Denning?

Well, I

I must have. Why?

I keep a file of all chemicals I work

with, especially poisonous ones and

their antidotes. Then you are interested

in photography.

Yes. How familiar are you with sodium

ferronide? Well, I

I know something about it.

Miss Denning,

what was your relationship to Kate

Lambert?

My mother was her companion for many

years. After mother died, Miss Lambert

took care of me.

Isn't it true that under the terms of

Miss Lambert's will, you were the sole

beneficiary? Yes, but

Oh,

but I didn't kill her.

Why, Kate Lambert was the best friend I

ever had.

She put me through school, treated me as

her own child. And yet you coerced her

into making a will leaving all her

property to you. No. A will that was

made less than a week before her death.

No.

I didn't do it.

Someone must have taken the poison from

the darkroom.

Mr. Garrett, if you had the chemical

obtained, that would prove I was

innocent. How? Well, well, the

murderer's fingerprints would be on it.

Not if they'd been removed. But they

couldn't be removed. If anyone touched

that chemical, the ferronide would etch

the prints into the metal. A search has

been made for the poison container, Miss

Denning. It's missing. But it must be in

the house somewhere. Miss Denning, you

were the only person connected with the

Lambert household with a knowledge of

sodium ferronide.

You were the only one who had access to

Miss Lambert's room the night she died.

And you were the only one who had motive

to commit murder. I didn't kill her, I

tell you. I didn't. I didn't KILL HER, I

TELL YOU.

That's all.

What's the verdict? The Denning girl's

being held for trial, murder.

What's up, baby?

Something we didn't figure on.

I got to get out to Lambert Jones with a

tin can.

Come on. BACK HERE.

OH, HE'S GONE AWAY. THROWN AWAY.

KNOCKED THE bumper off the

What's all this about a tin can? There's

fingerprints on it. If the cops find it

first, we're going to be in a jam. A

jam? How? Never mind how. If you let

Denning get sent up, she'll get all that

old lady's dough. Oh, I see. And if she

is sent up, the money goes to Miles

Lambert.

Not bad.

How much do you get? Oh, Lambert's

taking care of me.

Looks like I'll have to start being nice

to Mr. Lambert. Don't you be nice to

nobody but me, Lambie Pie.

Be careful, baby.

Officer, did a man come in here? The

D.A. sports up this joint, miss. No one

can get in here without a court order.

I'm here to see to that. Oh, well, a man

bumped into my fender and ran away and

Oh, a hit-and-runner, eh? Yes, he he

must be around here someplace.

It's the only place he could have gone.

Well, in that case, miss, you and I just

take a look around.

Oh, oh. well, maybe you better go on

that side of the house and I'll go on

this one so he can't escape.

Good idea. And if you spot him, yell.

I'll come a-running.

Hey, what are you doing there?

Why,

I'm here to read the gas meter. That's

the man, officer. He's the one who

smashed my fender. Oh, a run-and-hitter,

hey?

Yes, but

I won't prefer charges if you pay to

have it fixed. Well,

the loose guard.

It'll only cost me $3.50 to have my

fender fixed and about 50 cents for the

gasoline I wasted coming out here, so

here's a dollar back.

All right, get along with you.

Thanks a lot, officer. You had an awful

lot of money for a gas meter reader.

Maybe I'm in the wrong branch of the

service.

Did he say he was from the gas company?

Yeah.

Gee,

that's kind of funny.

I got it, Mr. Bostwick. All about the

Lambert inquest. I was a little delayed

on account of a man ran into my fender

and I had

So, it was you, huh? You switched those

assignment slips, didn't you?

Well, I

I thought reporters always did things

like that. At least they do in the

movies. And besides, it says right in my

textbook on journalism that a newspaper

man or woman will stop at nothing to get

news. And if she ever intends to impress

the editor, she must be willing to do

much more than just what the assignment

calls for.

So, there.

Something like this would happen to me.

I have it. Every word. Oh, it's

sensational. I bet you $23.80 you never

thought I could do it.

Miss Drew, the story of the Lambert

inquest was on the street a half hour

ago.

But that's impossible. I have it right

here and

We were lucky enough to get it from the

DA's office.

Oh, dear.

And I was so sure I had a scoop and

you'd have to stop the presses.

Stop the presses?

Or something. My dear little girly, will

you please take pity on a poor tired old

man? If another thing like this happens

to me today, I'll lose my mind.

Good morning, Dad. Good morning, Pat.

Well, how's the star reporter this

morning?

Don't mention it.

You watch. I'll show that Mr. Bostwick

or whatever his name is. I'll get a

story yet. Ah, that's the spirit.

Morning, Miss Nancy. Morning, Effie. Oh,

doesn't that look good? Effie, you're an

artist. Boy, oh boy, what can you mean?

Oh, shucks, Miss Nancy. That's just

plain old cereal.

Dad, I have a favor I want to ask of

you.

Go right ahead, darling. I'm in a very

receptive mood this morning. Go right

ahead.

Well, Yula Denning needs a good lawyer

and I want you to defend her. No, I

wouldn't want that case, Nancy.

I've been reading about it and I'm

afraid the girl's guilty. There's not

one bit of extenuating evidence. Just

the same, I bet she didn't do it. What

makes you think that?

I don't know. I guess maybe it's just my

woman's intuition. But she doesn't look

like the type who'd poison anybody.

Can't go by type, Nancy. One of the most

charming women in history was a

murderess and she committed her crimes

for far less than the Lambert estate.

That's where the man with the funny ear

came in. Funny ear?

What are you talking about? This man sat

next to me during the inquest and

afterwards got in a car with a woman and

ran into my fender. Nancy, I'm going to

take the car away from you if you start

having accidents. But it wasn't my

fault. I wasn't even in the car. That's

why I followed him. I made him pay for

that fender, too.

Guess what, Dad? He went right out to

that Lambert estate and tried to get in.

Probably another reporter. Oh, I don't

think so. He didn't look smart enough.

He acted awfully suspicious. Well, I

wouldn't concern myself about it too

much.

Oh, no.

You want it? Certainly. I'm saving it

for last. Oh.

Goodbye, darling. Bye-bye, Dad.

Ted!

Oh, TED!

WHERE ARE YOU, TED?

In the garage.

What do you want?

Come here, will you?

Stop tinkering with that old car. Oh,

I'm busy.

Well, where are you?

Here.

What's the matter? What are you hiding

for? Somebody tried to blow up my car.

Oh, stop it, will you? It's nothing to

get excited over.

Nothing to get excited over?

How can you say a thing like that? Why,

I might have been blown to bits right

before MY VERY EYES.

JUST A CAN.

A whistle bomb.

You mean it's just a practical joke?

Sure. It blows off when you press the

starter. And boy, did you go into a

tailspin. Ted Nickerson, I bet you put

that thing in there.

Oh, don't be an infant.

I got better things to do. Fine. Fine.

It's time you get a menace to

civilization. Anyone who'd deliberately

do a trick like that ought Oh, pipe

down.

Wait a minute. You did something really

really

mean to me,

TED.

I'M GOING TO TELL MOM ON YOU. LOOK, THEY

GOT A LOAD of They're not mine. They're

killers. Killer Perkins, you'll grow up

to be a fiend.

But it was Mary's idea.

It certainly was.

Mary Nickerson, you ought to be ashamed.

Ted, aren't you going to speak to your

sister? That gangster? She's out of my

control.

Oh, you're just jealous cuz you didn't

think of it first. Give me those.

Hey, those belong to my big brother.

They don't, now. NOW, GO ON. GET OUT OF

here before I lose control OF MYSELF. GO

ON. GET OUT OF HERE.

THUGS! I'M ON OUR BACKYARD. DON'T YOU

DARE COME IN.

NICE GOING, NANCY.

The very idea. Just a nice, quiet

morning at the Drews. Well, Pat's on.

I'll be seeing you. Where are you going?

Now, what do you think I'd be going with

this tennis racket? To shovel coal?

I'll tell you where he's going.

For 10 cents. I wouldn't pay you a

penny. I'm not that interested. Then why

are you asking for? You get in the

house.

I'll tell you anyway. He's got a date

with a beautiful

girl. Oh, are you going to play tennis

again with that that woman? What do you

mean, woman? She's only 2 years older

than you are.

Well, she'd rather play tennis. All

right, but I was sort of depending on

you to help me. Oh, of course, my

getting the best story for the paper

isn't really so important, but you know

how it is. The honor and everything

would be nice.

Oh, gosh, Nancy, no.

all right. Go right ahead. Don't mind

me. I just

Oh, by the way, I have something for

you. What do you have? Oh,

what is it? It's nothing, really. Just a

little birthday present.

I spent the four bucks I had to fix the

fender. Well,

gee, Nancy, thanks a lot.

But my birthday isn't for 2 months yet.

Is that so? Mhm.

Oh, well, now that you've seen it, you

might as well keep it.

Well,

gee, thanks. I I don't

Oh,

gosh.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Wait a minute, Nancy.

Look, I I might postpone my tennis date

if you really need me. Oh, don't bother.

Don't bother. I was just going down to

the jail to interview Yula Denning and I

wanted you to take your camera along.

So far, she hasn't allowed anyone to

take her picture.

Well, then how do you expect me to get

one? Oh, oh, I'll think of a way.

Then you don't really need me.

Well, reporters always take staff

photographers when they're when they're

on important assignments and

besides, Dad doesn't like the idea of my

going to the jail alone. I'll go with

you.

A jail is no place for children, Mary

Nickerson.

Oh, let her go. Maybe they'll lock her

up.

I should say not. Now, go on. Change

your clothes and wear your new hat.

All right. I'll get your camera for you,

Ted.

Hurry now. I want to make the noon

edition. And besides, maybe you'll have

time to fix my fender.

Duped again.

No cameras. Well, you see, I

Give the lady your camera, Ted.

Huh?

Well, okay.

All right. Over there.

Well, what's that? Should have known you

couldn't get a camera in this place. I

did.

What was in the case? I took out the

camera and put in a block of wood. I

figured on something like this.

Now, look. You don't expect me to take a

picture in here after what she said. Of

course, silly. And if they catch us,

we'll stay here. Oh, stop your worry.

Put your hat on.

Inside? Of course. You never saw a real

newspaper man without his hat on, did

you?

Ah, they even eat in them.

Oh.

No, no, not like that. It looks awful.

For gosh sakes, what are you doing? You

just gave it to me.

No, no, no. Ted, let me fix it.

Fix it is right.

Oh, you ruined it.

There.

Now you look like a real reporter, not a

store window dummy.

Yes? Miss Denning? I'm Nancy Drew of the

Tribune, and this is Mr. Nickerson, my

photographer.

Oh, a reporter.

You seem so young. Ha, I guess I better

explain. We're not real reporters. I

just want to win a prize in journalism,

and that's why I wanted an interview.

What did you say your name was? Nancy

Drew.

Are you related to Carson Drew, the

attorney? He's her father.

Oh,

I see. Miss Denning, do you know a man

with a funny ear? It's all sort of

folded up like No, I don't.

Why do you ask? Well, there was one at

the inquest, and I was wondering if he

was a friend of yours. I don't know who

he could be.

Miss Denning, I don't think you did

anything.

That is, I mean, I think you're

innocent.

If it's all right with you, I'm going to

ask my father to come and see you. Oh,

if he only would.

You see, there's

Well, there's so much evidence against

me.

Why, it's even worse now than it was

yesterday. Could they find something

else?

Police checked with the manufacturers

and learned the only sale of sodium

cyanide made in this part of the country

was to me.

Uh-oh. Gee.

Oh, if you only had that tin can, the

one the poison came in. You know, you

told about it in court yesterday. It's

disappeared. Someone probably stole it.

I saw it just the other day when I was

cleaning out the darkroom. I can't

understand why they didn't find it. It

was

What's the matter?

The tin was empty. But I didn't throw it

away.

I wanted to save it because the

manufacturer's address was on it. Do you

think hard. Maybe you can remember what

you did with it. I put some empty

bottles and things in the basement in an

old cupboard.

That container must have been with

Maybe it's still there. Yeah. You just

leave it to me. And please don't tell

anyone. Oh, I almost forgot. Miss

Denning, may we take a picture of you?

I don't mind. Hurry up, Ted.

Thanks a lot, Miss Denning.

And we'll let you know what happens.

A little bit to your right. Look

straight now. Hold it.

Here, what's the big idea? What's going

on out here? We're taking a photograph

of the apartment of the blonde fugitive.

And scram, scram. Is the gentleman of

the prison? Ted, I think we better be

leaving.

But what if you can get in? It's still

illegal. Not for a reporter. Reporters

have the right to do things an ordinary

person shouldn't.

Ah, boys. Ted, go ahead and do just

exactly as I told you. Okay.

But if anything happens, don't blame me.

Hello.

Well,

I mean, you don't want to subscribe to

any magazines, do you? No.

I didn't think you did.

Are you watching this place? Yep.

Well, I I guess you get kind of lonesome

around here all by yourself, huh?

Sometimes.

I I I'm I'm not very busy right now. If

you like, I could play a little game of

rummy or something.

Say, that's an idea, son. Draw up a

chair. Wow.

Um look, do you mind if I sit over

there? I'm I'm kind of superstitious.

Oh, sure, sure.

We ought to have something to shoot at,

son. Say, any of mine? A penny a

Yeah, that'll be fine.

I'll keep score for you.

Okay, let me get my own deck.

Don't do that. It puts me off of my

game. Oh, I'm I'm sorry.

What was that noise? Uh

What noise?

I better investigate. Well, you were

just hearing things.

Maybe so.

Your mother wants you to come home right

away. OH, HELLO. GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

WELL, I guess I'll have to be going.

How do we stand?

I'll figure it out.

You got me in a fine mess.

I lost my whole week's allowance to that

rummy shark. Well, it was worth it. I

found the tin can.

Yeah? Uh-huh. And And Ted, that man with

a funny ear was there. Chased me out of

the basement. Gosh, Nancy, we took an

awful chance.

Maybe we shouldn't have done it.

We better get this tin right down to the

police station and see if Captain Tweedy

can find any fingerprints on it.

Suffering cats, look at the time. My

tennis date was at 3:00.

this is much more important than tennis.

If I pass her up this time, she'll never

play with me again.

you want to go to the police station?

You don't need me. You can tell me about

it later. Goodbye.

Where?

Captain Tweedy, of all people, it would

have to be you.

Well, what is stand? Now, come on, get

away. Fight, break it up.

Hi, Dad. What?

Gee, I'm glad you're home. You are?

What are you doing up so late? You get

back to sleep.

Good night. Oh, but Dad, I can't go to

sleep. What's the matter? Nothing.

No?

Come on in and tell me all about it.

Dad, you've always taught me to do

right, haven't you? I tried to, Nancy.

Mhm.

Dad,

if I believed in something I knew was

right, I should always live up to it.

Well, then,

don't back down an inch.

Supposing you made a promise that you

knew was right, I bet you you'd keep it.

Certainly.

A person who fails to live up to his

promise is a weakling.

And you'd never want me to break a

promise, would you?

Of course not, Nancy.

If you make a promise in good faith, I'd

expect you to live up to it, no matter

what it cost you. And And you'd help me

live up to it? Certainly. What kind of a

father do you think I am?

Well, then, you're going to defend Yula

Denning because I promised her you

would.

What?

Now, Dad, you just said you'd help me

keep a promise. Nancy, you tricked me

into this. You're always doing that to

me. Now, I won't have

Well, all right.

If you can give me any reason to believe

that Yula Denning is innocent,

I'll take her case. Oh, Dad, I knew you

would.

Well, Ted and I went out to that Lambert

house this afternoon, and I sneaked in

and found that tin of sodium cyanide,

the one that Miss Denning claims it

could have had fingerprints on it.

You two went out there alone? Uh-huh.

And I know it was important evidence

because that man with the funny ear

chased me out of the basement. Dad,

that's not the worst of it. When I was

taking that tin out of the place, a

woman stole it from me. So, that proves

other people are mixed up in it. You

should have gone to the police in the

first place.

Oh, I know it. Everything's gone wrong.

I failed all around. Maybe I'm just not

intelligent.

That's right. Dad!

I mean, darling, everybody makes

mistakes.

Don't you see, Dad? If this Danning's

convicted, it'll be my fault because I

was foolish and lost the only evidence

that could maybe save her. I'm

responsible. Well, don't worry, Nancy.

I'll see you and Danning first thing in

the morning. Oh, Dad, honestly, I feel

10 years younger. Don't be too

enthusiastic. So far, there isn't a

stick of evidence we can take into

court. There will be if you can get hold

of that man with the funny ear. You

think you'd know him again if you saw

him? With that ear? I'll say. It looked

like one of Effie's popovers.

A cauliflower ear. What? I thought it

was cauliflower ear. What did you say? I

can't understand you, Nancy. Well, how

can you expect me to splash you around

like a a seal after a fish?

That's no way to talk to your father.

Oh, Dad, it's stocking.

Oh, why don't you take them off of you?

Here, here's a towel. Oh, dear, now I

have to start all over again. I said

that that man's ear looked like one of

Effie's popovers.

I said it was probably a cauliflower

ear.

That might indicate that he was a boxer

or a wrestler. Really?

But what connection such a man could

have with this case is more than I can

see.

Dad, I felt all along that man with the

funny ear was a clue. I think you ought

to do something about him.

I'm going to do something about a girl

with a funny face. Come on, baby, you're

going to bed.

Oh, Dad, PUT ME DOWN. I'M NO BABY.

You'll always be your daddy's baby.

I WON'T BE ANYBODY'S BABY. Everybody

loves a baby. That's why I'm in love

with you, pretty baby.

Pretty baby. Dad, don't be so silly.

Good night, baby. Good night, baby. Good

night, baby. I'm going to leave you now.

OH, DAD, WE'VE GOT TO TALK THIS THING

OVER.

In the morning, the morning, the bright

and early morning, the morning.

Hello.

I'm Nancy Drew. Charmed, I'm sure. Draw

up a chair.

No, thank you. I've been standing all

day.

Do you keep pictures of all kinds of

prize fighters and people like that? You

should meet some of my wife's folks. But

you came to the right place, sister. I

know them all personally. What's your

guy look like? Oh, you'll know him in a

minute. He has a cauliflower ear.

Here.

If you recognize him, let me know.

Ted, I'm here.

What do you want? Well, DON'T MAKE ME

YELL. COME HERE.

Excuse me a second, Alan.

How did you find me here?

Hello, it's Kim.

Oh, I get it. Where would one expect to

find you these days? Ted's got a

girlfriend. Ted's got a girlfriend.

Quiet, small fry.

so pretty. I bet Ted thinks so. Look,

what's on your mind? Look at this

clipping I found.

Ted, let me see.

Saxy Anthon. Who's that? He's the man I

saw at the Clover Place. Used to be a

boxer. And right now he's at Maxie's

gymnasium on First Street.

How do you know? Yeah, how do you know?

Well, I just asked myself where I'd go

if I were a prize fighter and decided

it'd be to a gymnasium. So, I called up

all the places in town and pretended I

was Mr. Anthon's girlfriend. And pretty

soon I found out he was at Maxie's and I

hung up.

Yeah.

Well, it was nice of you to tell me

about it. I I got to get back.

Goodbye, big shot. Certainly, I don't

want to keep you. I just thought I'd let

you know where I'll be in case Dad asked

you. You're not going down to that gym

alone. Of course I am. Something has to

be done about Saxy right away. He's

important evidence. So, you came over

here to tell me about it so I'll get in

a jam with your father for letting you

go there. I did no such thing. You're

not responsible for me. We'll go with

you, Nancy. We just love fights, don't

we, Killer? I hope to kiss a polecat.

You two will not go. Why not? Never

mind.

Oh, darn it, Nancy. Now you got me

worried. Maybe I'd better go along. Why

don't think you ought to, Ted. It's a

pretty tough place.

I can take care of myself and you two.

Well, if you insist.

Here.

What's this? Your costume. You'll pose

as another boxer by the name of One

Round Logan. Gain Saxy's confidence and

who knows, maybe he'll incriminate

himself. Say, you had this all figured

out, didn't you? Why, Ted Nickerson and

I did not.

Kim and Sue.

This is an awful joint.

Ted, there he is.

Ted, I'm positive that woman that stole

the tin can from me yesterday is Saxy's

girlfriend. Now, all you have to do is

get him to tell you her name and where

she lives. Maybe you'd like to know if

she's got any bridgework. I'll ask her.

Do you remember Captain Tweedy always

said, "Search in a flat. Find the

woman." Only smart thing he ever did

say. Yeah, and he stole that. But it's

true. You can always get information

from women. They just love to talk.

Yeah, I've noticed that. Go ahead now.

I'll wait out here for you.

Gosh, he

he doesn't look very friendly, does he?

Remember, you're One Round Logan.

Wait a minute. What's the name? One

Round Logan. All right, champ. You don't

look so large to me, huh?

Hi, champ. I ain't no champ.

Well, yeah, sure train like one.

I'm kind of new around this break. But

I've been putting the boys on the canvas

something, Frisco. Yeah?

I'll be enough for that.

Say, didn't I see you with a

nice-looking dame the other night?

What's your name? Oh, One Round Logan.

I'll bet that babe

One Round Logan.

Never heard of you.

I ain't very well known around here yet.

How about sparring a few rounds? That'll

get you some attention. Uh

I ain't going to do any training today.

You're a fighter and you train all the

time.

Well,

well, I I didn't bring my clothes. It's

all right. I'll get you some. Hey, Jake.

Yeah.

Get him a pair of trunks. He's going to

show me how to do things out in Frisco.

Oh, sure. Well, come on. But I really

rather not.

I want some gum, please.

Maxie's Gym. Uh this is Saxy Anthon's

girlfriend speaking. Will you have him

call me back as soon as he can? Wait a

minute. He's right here.

Hey, Saxy.

Your girlfriend wants you to call her

right away. Okay.

Come on, Alan.

No, no, not there. Come on, through

here. Hey.

Get in there, will you? In you go.

All right, Saxy. Warm up a little bit.

Hello. Maxie.

Uh-huh. No dames. But I've got to go in

there. I'm I'm his manager. A manager?

Well

Ted, what are you doing? Oh, gee, Nancy.

I'm an awful mess. Well, I just learned

something that might be an important

clue. Come on, I want to go. So do I,

but I can't.

I got a fighting.

Fight him?

Oh, Ted, you mustn't.

I'll get mobbed or something if I don't.

Oh, dear.

Oh, look, maybe he's out of condition.

Yeah.

Like an ox. Okay, One Round, let's go.

Hey, Jake. All set.

Well,

goodbye, Nancy.

Now, folks, we're going to have a little

excitement. Three round boxing

exhibition between Saxy Anthons of

Chicago, who we ALL KNOW,

AND ONE ROUND LOGAN, THE FRISCO FLASH.

All right, boys. Go to your corners and

come out fighting.

Why, One Round, your glove's untied.

Here, let me fix it for you. Huh?

Nancy, you're a genius.

Now if I can only tag him.

Come on, LOGAN. COME ON.

HIT HIM AGAIN, TED. I MEAN LOGAN.

COME ON, SAXY.

COME ON, LOGAN.

Tag him on THE WHISKERS, SAXY. AW, THE

KID ain't got no whiskers yet.

He has two.

Woah!

Chop suey!

Let's order steak for a change.

How much time left?

Count ten. Don't miss a count to him.

Logan!

Fight!

Hit him!

I can't fight him. He's got me down.

Ted!

Ted!

Ted! Ted, speak to me.

Speak to me.

Ted, what happened?

That's what I was just about to ask you.

Try 352-449.

Gee, I wonder what they're doing. I

don't know, Killer. Maybe they're both

insane.

Hello.

This is Saxy Anthons.

Is my girlfriend there?

No, Saxy.

Dear, there's only one more we can call,

and that just has to be it.

If you've got the rest of them right.

Oh, I'm sure I have.

Yeah.

Oh, look at me. I'm ruined.

I won't even dare show up for my tennis

lessons now. Tennis lessons?

Ted, is that girl you've been playing

with a tennis teacher? Sure, it's Helen

Winfield. That's right.

Those lessons cost me 150 a copy. Tennis

teacher? Oh, that's wonderful. I mean,

I'm sorry about your lessons, but

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Nothing, nothing. Now, try that other

number. 352-440.

Maybe you ought to be psychoanalyzed.

Oh, I'm going home and get me a cookie.

Get me one, too. I'm going to stay here

and find out what it's all about.

Okay, pal.

Room clerk, Golden Nugget Hotel. This is

Mr. Saxy Anthons. I

I'm calling my girlfriend. Well, she

isn't here just now, Mr. Anthons.

This is the place.

How do I get her name? Be strategic.

Yeah, yeah.

Uh do you know where Miss Lucas went?

No, I don't, but I'll see if she left a

message in your box.

Saxy lives there, too. Really?

No, there's no message, Mr. Anthons.

Shall I tell her you called?

Just a moment. Well, Joe,

did Miss Lucas take your cab? Yeah, why?

Her name's Lucas. Yeah.

She went to the Mandarin Cafe, Mr.

Anthons. Mandarin

you very Uh thank you very much.

Mandarin Cafe.

You got any money?

Well, nothing to brag about. Neither

have I. Don't eat too much.

Oh, boy, a Chinese place. Mary

Nickerson. We just love Chinese places,

don't we, Killer? For goodness sakes,

where did you hoodlums come from?

Thought you'd get away from us, didn't

you? Yeah. You're going home. We are

not. We might get lost. We're going with

you. Over my dead body.

Mine, too. Well,

I guess I'll just have to call up

Nancy's father, then. Oh, all right, all

right. I suppose we'll have to do it,

but on one condition. When the waiter

takes your order, you say I'm not

hungry. But I am. How about you, Killer?

I'm starved.

We haven't enough money.

Are you going to cooperate with us or

not? How about it, Killer? Sure, we'll

play ball. Okay, let's go.

Wait a minute. Let's just try this once.

Now, I'm the waiter. What'll you have?

Chop suey. No.

No.

Look, we're broke. We can't buy you any

food. And would you settle for a glass

of milk? Well, we might go that far.

Okay, it's a deal.

Ted, why do you have to have a sister?

Ask Mom.

Oh, I I'm afraid this is a little too

close to the orchestra.

Yeah, Killer.

This'll be fine. Thank you very much.

Did you see? She's right in the next

booth. With Miles Lambert. She is? I

know.

Something's funny.

I'm positive that Saxy's girl, yet she's

stepping out with Mr. Lambert.

Do you suppose Saxy knows Lambert?

Maybe not. What for? Never mind.

Never mind that.

Come on.

Saxy's gym. Saxy!

Hello. Mr. Anthons, this is a friend.

Would you be interested in knowing that

Miss Lucas is dining with Miles Lambert

at the Mandarin Cafe? Who's talking?

Who'd you call? I phoned Saxy about

Lambert and Miss Lucas, and was he mad.

Suffering cats. We may learn something

important, cuz when he gets here,

something's sure to happen. Yeah.

Probably a tongue lashing.

What are you going to order, please? Oh,

I'll have some egg foo young. And you?

Uh

just tea.

And you two, please?

Glass of milk.

And chop suey. Yes, yes.

Ted, look.

Saxy! You cheap little Take it easy,

Saxy. Sit down.

You've been planning to run out on me

ever since you found out Lambert is

moving in on that old lady's dough. Shut

up, Saxy.

As for you, wise guy, if you want this,

dame, she's yours. But the minute you

hurt her, try to break, you're going to

get a surprise. I still got the tin can

with fingerprints on it.

I don't know what to do with it. Why,

you

Saxy! Saxy, don't! Hey, what's the

matter?

HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HEY, WHAT ARE

YOU WHAT'S the matter?

Come on.

I got to call a police. No, no, don't do

that.

Let go of him.

We don't want any publicity.

Come on, Dolly.

Two coffees. Where did that man

Get the checks. I got to call Daddy.

Sure.

Yes? Your daughter's on the phone, Mr.

Drew. Thank you.

Hello, Nancy.

Dad, what happens to the Lambert estate

if you and Danny are convicted? Goes to

Miss Lambert's nearest relative, Miles

Lambert. Why do you ask? Well, I was

just wondering. Thanks, Dad.

Listen, come on, Ted. Hurry up.

Give me some dough. I'm short.

It's all I have.

65 cents more, please.

Look, Mr. Man, that's all we got.

Maybe you'll trust us, huh? Oh, sure,

sure. You nice people, I trust you.

Oh, thank you very much. Come on, Ted.

We've got to hurry.

65 cents.

Oh,

but you just said you trusted us. You

see, Mr., we got to go home and get the

money from our folks.

But we'll come back. 65 cents.

Now, look what you got us into. We don't

know nothing about it. Do we, Killer?

No, they invited us.

Look, Mr., we haven't got 65 cents. Got

check? No 65 cents? Yeah, that's right.

Wing guy duck guy.

You wash a dishy all a day. Me make two,

three day. Oh.

Go that way. Go that way. Kitchen that

way. Go that way. Go that way. Kitchen

that way. Ted, now look

I don't want to wash

dishes.

I'm awful tired, but I can supervise.

You're going to wash dishes, both of

you. It'll serve you right, too.

Maybe she could entertain. Entertain?

Yeah, she's a famous singer. I thought

you was my pal. What are you trying to

do? You must be winging. I'm assured

she's sung all over the world. All

right. You sing nice American song. No

good, wash your dishes. Come on, quick.

What will I sing? Anything. Little

Bo-Peep.

Oh, oh dear.

We'll be in for life after this.

Say, mister, can't you help her out?

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, but

she knows just where to find them,

for they'll stand around the bend,

wagging their tails behind them.

Had a little giddy up, feeling cow is

getting to croon. Only little glass

splash, splash, because you're never in

tune.

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb,

little lamb. Mary had a little lamb, he

said, I'll see you later.

He went off to hear them jam, hear them

jam, hear them

Mary had a little lamb, now he's an

alligator.

Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow.

Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow. Can

you or I or anyone know how oats, peas,

beans, and barley grow? Grab yourself a

partner, grab yourself a partner. Open

the ring and choose one in while we all

gaily laugh and sing. Twinkle, twinkle,

little star, how I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high, like a

diamond in the sky.

Rockabye baby in the treetop,

when the wind blows, the cradle will

rock.

When the bough breaks,

the cradle will fall, and down will come

baby,

cradle

and all.

Rocking my baby.

We all love

music,

so go to town

and rock it, my baby.

Rock my baby,

rock my baby,

rock it, my baby.

Ah, Miss Drew. Ah, we're all present.

Now, here's the $50 and the medal.

And now, if Mr. Boswell has chosen the

best new story submitted by our charming

I give the prize to this one, about the

humane worker who invented a nutcracker

for toothless squirrel.

That's me.

I won! I won! It is with great

Unless Miss Drew has a better story. Oh,

I have a story, Mr. Boswell, but it's

very confidential. You see, my father

Well, what is it?

Fact is, Mr. Boswell, some strange man

called my father and

said he had the missing tin of Soxy and

Fairlight,

with fingerprints on it that would prove

William Benton is innocent

and show up the real murderer of Kate

Lambert. Is this true?

Why, Mr. Boswell,

you know my father's reputation and

I wouldn't tell a lie. Go on, go on.

Furthermore,

the man is bringing the tin to my

father's office this evening. Terrific.

Hey, Charlie, stop the presses. You're

wonderful, Miss Drew. Hold page one for

replay. Got a story yet? Hey, Weaver.

Don't stand there like a half-wit. Give

her the money, she won.

Congratulations. And now, Miss Drew, I

take great pleasure in presenting you

the check

and the medal. Oh, well,

give the check to the others. I'll just

take the medal. Come on, Ted, we're in a

hurry.

Remarkable.

Remarkable. Isn't it, Officer? So, Soxy

Entwhistle's going to spill the beans,

eh? Well, well. You don't understand,

Sergeant Entwhistle. That story isn't

true.

Must be true, it's printed in the paper.

Nancy just made it up. What the printed

part isn't true. That's the trouble with

the newspapers these days. Well, it

wasn't their fault. I made the editor

think the story was on the level. Why?

Oh, dear. Sergeant Entwhistle, are you

sure Captain Tweedy won't be back?

Sure, I'm sure. Isn't she talking on the

radio interview on how to avoid crime?

He's done it, all right. Just the same,

I bet he'd understand.

Yeah.

What's Captain Tweedy got that I haven't

got? Well, for one thing,

Look, Sergeant, I put that story in the

paper so the police could trap the real

murderer of Kate Lambert. Well, that's

different. How? Don't you see? That

paper will be on the street any minute,

and if Lambert is really the murderer,

he'll go to Soxy's room after that tin

can the minute he reads the story. He'll

think Soxy's going to double-cross him

or something.

Miss Drew, our sergeant Entwhistle, I

think you've got something. Of course I

have. Now, all you have to do is be at

Soxy's place when Lambert arrives and

arrest them both with the evidence.

Where does this guy Soxy live? Room 815,

Beldenburg Hotel.

We'll go along and help you identify

them.

No, you kids can't come.

Oh, but I've got to go along. I want to

get my witness news story about how you

handle the case. When they read what I

write, you'll probably be promoted.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

All right, you kids got to promise to

keep out of trouble.

Oh, sure we will.

This is Sergeant Entwhistle. Send up a

couple squad cars. Oh, you mustn't do

that.

If those men see police around, they'll

run away.

Or at least get rid of that tin. Yes, I

see what you mean.

All right, I'll go alone and capture

them single-handed. That'll be much

better, but if they even see you, then

uh Oh, don't worry about that, they'll

never know me. I'll wear that disguise I

wore in the Cullen case. Here it is,

Sergeant.

Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

Oh, careful.

Grandma's medicine. Come in, see.

Good evening, young man. Good evening,

madam. Will you register our room? Huh?

Oh, sure, Grandma.

Grandmother, we'd like the same room she

had the last time she was here. What was

it, Grandma? Well, let's see.

My memory ain't what it used to be. Was

it

815? Well, 815 is occupied, Mrs.

Mrs. Plopper, but I can give you the one

right next to it. Oh, that'll be

wonderful.

Yes, it

That'll have to do. You see, I have to

be up high on account of my asthma. I

see.

Show Mrs. Plopper to 817. Here come,

children.

Why don't they make these doors bigger?

Thanks, Officer. Yes, Grandma.

Anything else, madam? No, thanks.

There you are.

Thank you.

Keep the lights open.

Did I tell you about my disguise?

I'm here, Sergeant. Okay. Did I fool

them?

Did I fool them?

Anything happens, I'll give you the

signal. Right.

Come here, do that William Benton. Yeah.

This one goes in the wall.

Pull out wire for William Benton.

Here. Okay.

I don't like this business, Nancy.

Gives me the whim-whams. I know, me,

too.

I'll sit here.

If you don't hear me, let me know. I can

hear him.

What?

I'm so sorry.

What are you?

I just I must be in the wrong wrong

room.

What's your name? Why

Mrs. CRAWFORD.

HELP HELP.

GET the wagon center of all town.

Gosh.

I'll do something.

Got that phone.

We weren't doing anything. I honestly

weren't. No no we we were merely trying

Shut

Come on get up you.

All right, get out of here.

Come on.

Upstairs.

All right, hurry it up.

Come on.

Mister,

what are you going to do to us?

All right, in here.

I wonder what they did to Sergeant

Entwistle. Gosh, I don't know.

We've got to get out. Yeah, I know.

Ah, it's no use, Nancy. Let's yell.

YEAH, TOGETHER.

HELP! HELP!

SOMEBODY HELP!

GEE, I HOPE THEY GOT MACHINE GUNS, MR.

PICTURE. So do I.

Say,

look.

Nancy's car!

They let the air out of the tires. You

ought to do something.

Say, I just remembered.

Hey, those are mine.

Let's put them all on.

Oh boy.

Help somebody!

There's not a chance, Nancy. Not a

chance. We've hundreds of people right

under our feet. There must be some way

out.

What's that? Ah, it's just a fuse box.

Say,

those are the fuses to the electric

sign.

If we turn that off, we'd get some

attention. Well, they wouldn't notice it

for hours, baby. By that time it would

be too late. Beldon

Wait a minute.

I've got an idea.

There. That ought to create a sensation.

And this will help.

Look.

That's our hotel.

Get the engineer to fix it right away.

Somebody's coming.

Hurry up!

Oh mister, downstairs is a criminal.

We got to catch him. Follow me.

So you wouldn't double cross me.

Get the police quick. All right.

Give me that.

Terry, hurry up. Right.

You're a bunch of amateurs. That's why

the papers are phony. Yeah? But you're

still hanging onto that tin can, aren't

you? Sure. It just have to prove you

killed the old dame. I don't trust you.

You'll get your dough as soon as they

convict you, Ladeni. If I were going to

double cross you, you don't think I'd

tie up the law here, do you?

Where'd he come from? He was looking for

that tin can.

Say, this is a frame.

They got away.

Come on, let's try this one.

They're getting away IN MY DAUGHTER'S

CAR.

HEY!

HEY!

WAIT!

HEY!

HEY!

AFTER THEM, MAN!

HEY, GET OUT OF THAT CAR!

STOP! GET IN! THAT'S THE CAR I'M

CHASING.

Come on.

Now what's this all about?

That's him. That's the man that poisoned

the Lambert woman. And here's the proof.

Hi, Dad. Nancy, how many times have I

told you not Sergeant, how dare you

allow MY DAUGHTER RUN

CALLING CAR 21.

Calling car 21. Proceed to Gem movie

theater. Apprehend two kids, boy and

girl about 13. Didn't like picture, set

off whistle bomb. That is all.