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- Hey, what time is it?

- Just passing Army.

- Hey Johnny, take a look over there.

Hey Mr. Volgum, Tom, come here quick.

There's a port there to Stern.

- Take a look over there.

- What the hell is going on?

We're right back in Marseille again.

- We've been at sea for 12 hours.

- That's impossible.

- If your man Alex blasted, I'll bust his face in.

Go find out.

- Alex.

Alex.

- Looks like he's passed out.

- Phenomenal.

- Westra, Westra, read all about it.

Phenomenal, foils, drug ring.

Westra, Westra, read all about it.

Phenomenal, foils, drug ring.

- Phenomenal, bust, drug gang.

Read all about it.

- Master criminal arrested.

Phenomenal, bust, drug gang.

Phenomenal, mystery grows.

Mask man, nuts, drug racketeers.

Police discover half a ton of heroin.

Read all about it.

- Westra, Westra, read all about it.

Phenomenal, foils, drug ring.

Westra, Westra, read all about it.

- Read all about it, master criminals.

- Take one of the gas cylinders, John.

Now we're a minute ahead of schedule.

- Hey, did you see that?

Did you see what happened?

What am I gonna do?

I'm gonna put a sign there, the damn manhole covers off.

Hey, get a load of that manhole cover.

I might have broken my leg.

- Well, there's no damage.

- What do you mean no damage?

- All right, break it up.

- What do you mean no damage to the friend?

It's ruined, let's get fired for sure.

- A lousy manhole.

- First of all, I want the name of the company you work for.

- Ah!

- That's the bakery on Avenue Victor Hugo, isn't it?

- You mean you know it?

- Yeah, better see if there's any damage to their bite.

- Just a little more that way.

- Good, thanks.

- Well, I know there's someone working down here.

- Hey, is there anyone down here?

Is there anyone down here?

Hey!

Hey!

Hold it.

This is where we turn off.

Go ahead.

You want a hand with this?

- That's fine, Pierre.

You keep an eye on them and let me know what happens, okay?

Ciao.

Our dress rehearsal is going off as planned.

We should know the results in a couple of hours.

- You're fabulous.

- Well, there's the first obstacle.

We'll have to cut through it.

Andre, help Jean set up the torch.

- Wait a minute.

On the other side of that, there's a slu-suer which floods every hour.

We've got to wait 'til it empties.

- That seems to be it, sir.

Barring any major tragedy, the inauguration,

I'm glad to say, will be at 10.30 tomorrow morning.

- Good, I understand the Egyptian ambassador

was here in person today to inspect the security arrangements.

From what I hear, the old boy rules the day as

government decided to allow the mask outside the country.

- Well, for you, Count Norton, that's a personal triumph.

- Well, I better be going.

I have an appointment to meet Inspector Beauvais.

We're dining together.

Aren't you meeting us for coffee later?

- Ah, yes, there are still some small details concerning

the alarm system, which I must discuss with Beauvais.

I want to get them out of the way before the exhibition opens.

- Want another game?

- Uh-huh.

- Bigger card.

Put it on the top.

- That's the one?

- No, it's not.

- Then it's gotta be that one.

- That's it, all right.

Let's see what you can do for an encore.

- Salaam.

Salaam.

- Hey, Claude, what are you doing in there?

- Nothing, I'm coming.

- Well, hurry up for Pete's sake.

We've got work to do, remember?

- All right, I'm coming.

- What's with this bowing scene?

- I was just trying to imagine what it was like

for the ancient Egyptians when they had to bow down in the presence of the pharaohs.

And boy, right now, let me tell you something.

Sure heart on the back.

- Well, funny guy, now you're back in the 20th century.

Imagine you're a security guard turning on alarms, okay?

- Okay, Chief.

- It's working.

- All right.

- I'll wait, George.

- Auxiliary alarm set.

Activate the control circuit.

Circuit activated.

Did I ever tell you that all the Egyptian pharaohs--

- All right, let's go, fellas.

- The glasses.

- You've got half an hour.

Ready?

Well done.

- Well, Jean, we've got about 30 minutes

before the sewer floods again, so get moving.

- The pressure can.

Through here.

- Of course, I could tell right away that this was gonna be a pretty quiet job.

- You could, huh?

- Sure, the last job I had, we averaged two break-ins a night,

once I got knocked out three times in a week.

What's that?

- It's coming from the hole.

- Let's go. - Let's go.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Hey, what's all that laughing about?

- What's so funny?

- All right, don't move or we'll shoot.

- It's okay, put your guns away, put your guns away.

Well done, Julian, you've done an excellent job.

- Thank you, sir.

- And you, too, Sergeant-- - Sergeant Philippe Dicorsa.

- Ah, yes, of course, Philippe.

Now I suggest you collect the rest of your gang and get some well-earned rest.

You didn't kill anyone, did you?

- No, sir, the guard's got a little shaken up, but they'll be all right.

I'll hand in a written report in the morning.

- Ah, yes, of course, off you go, off you go.

- Good night, sir.

- Sir, is everything all right?

- Yes, of course, the noise brought you over presumably.

- Yes. - I see.

Account Norton, may I introduce my secretary, Alain Gressunet.

How did you and the inspector know each other?

- I live right across the street and heard the alarm.

What on earth happened?

- I promised the council some excitement after dinner.

Monsieur Doran was worried about the security arrangements

and to prove that the mask was really quite safe,

I gave three of my men carte blanche to crack the gallery.

- And you made your point, inspector.

At least now we know that the police can't break in.

But are your men as clever as thieves?

Records show that you're fighting a losing battle against crime.

- Records can be twisted to mean anything you'd like count,

but they cannot alter the fact that no one can walk

across this floor while the tremble alarm is on.

Right, Dorian?

- As long as we're the only ones who know

how it works, there's nothing to worry about.

But the exhibition has two weeks in Paris

and I won't know how to relax until the whole lot safely return to Cairo.

- Yeah, boss, they set off the alarm.

- Yeah, but you figured that they wouldn't make it.

- All right, George.

Thanks.

- The cream of society, inspector.

With these people, security problems are minimal.

- Yes, a very distinguished group.

That man over there?

That's Cat Spore Cup on TA.

Famous Jewel robber.

He has exquisite taste, but don't worry.

I had my men watch him.

There, you see that soire piece of work?

His name is Jean-Luc, a pickpocket.

He's so good, I had him entertained at the police ball last year.

When he didn't return my watch, I had him put inside for six months.

Ah, don't look now, but there's Gregory Falcove.

Big time, confidence man, though I haven't been able to pin anything on him yet.

Slippery character.

Ah, inspector.

Mr. Dory, how much time do you think we should give the Count with the press?

Ah, here he comes.

- Sir, could you give our listeners a few details on Tutankhamun's treasure?

How did you persuade the Egyptian government to agree to this exhibition?

- By winning a chess game.

- Thank you, sir.

- Is it true that the mask has evil power?

- Yes, I believe so.

- Count, do you think that sufficient security

measures have been taken to protect the mask?

- What is the estimated value of the mask, sir?

- As far as I know, there isn't one.

- Sir, give me a guess. - Thank you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid the Count has an official

function to fulfill before he answers any more questions.

This is a happier occasion, sir.

Congratulations, Count.

- It gives me great pleasure to officially declare this exhibition open.

- And behalf of all the citizens of Paris, Count.

- Would you look after this, please?

- Should we do the rounds, go ahead?

I must admit, Count, it's certainly been worth the trouble.

Excuse me a minute, sir. - Yes, sir.

- Oh, did I hurt you?

- Yes, you did.

- I did it on purpose, it brings good luck.

When a relationship is based on pain, it always works out well.

By the way, I'm Mike Shevlove, the only daughter of Homer Shevlove,

the canned meat king.

Guy Norton, orphan, and not given to running after aracism.

- Oh, you wouldn't leave me alone, would you, Count?

I'm a stranger in Paris, and I-- - I will do my best to find you a suitable escort.

Excuse me.

- May I offer you a drink, themselves?

- Sure, why not?

To Tutankhamen and his precious mask.

- Good evening, sir.

This is Mr. Yum from the Express.

- My pleasure.

August Dorian, Mademoiselle.

- I was just giving her some information on the exhibition.

I think she'd like to ask you some questions if you have the time.

- Of course I have the time.

Grisunet, on your way out.

Would you mail these letters, please?

- Yes, sir.

Avama was there.

When the story comes out, you'll let me know.

- Of course.

- You'll let me know.

- Yes, sir.

- When the story comes out, you'll let me know.

- Of course.

- Good night.

Please sit down, won't you?

I have to put these documents away, and then we can talk.

- Miss Hure, I don't wanna be a nuisance.

Shall I come back tomorrow?

- No, no, it's quite all right, Mademoiselle.

- I was thinking, Miss Hure, perhaps you

might like it better if we talked over dinner.

- Hm.

- Oh, it's on the express.

- Well, in that case.

- The headdress is solid gold, like two tinned commons, but the face is ebony.

If you'll look closely, you'll see the fine carving around the area.

It is minute hieroglyphics, which are still in the process of being deciphered.

The work on this has been suspended during the Paris show.

There are similar hieroglyphics on the mask of Tutankhamen,

which are believed to pertain to the legendary treasure of honor.

Now, at the basement-- - I get to go, I get to go!

- Fire!

- Fire!

- Fire!

- Hey, your load's gone, come on.

- If you ask me, Bouvier was a deliberate attempt to

sabotage the exhibition, if not an attempt to steal the mask.

This is, this is sheer hooliganism.

Look at that.

A tomato.

And if it achieved nothing else, it certainly managed to clear the hall.

It's outrageous, absolutely outrageous.

Another incident like this, and we might as well ship everything back to Egypt.

- Oh, Paris, like any other city, has its fair share of cranks, Dorian.

If you ask me, you're the victim of someone

who has a grudge against old Tutankhamen here.

- Why didn't you spot this?

You're paid to watch out for trouble.

Ah, here come the police.

- Any other damage?

- That's enough.

- Call Bouvier.

- Yes, sir.

- No, they aren't, Inspector.

When I first arranged this exhibition, you gave me your assurance.

You guaranteed me your cooperation, and now you

brushed this off as the work of a harmless crank.

Yes, I know that there was nothing stolen, Inspector.

But if these incidents continue,

the exhibition will become the laughing stock of Paris.

I don't care if you have to resort to searching

every man, woman, and child who enters the building.

You must do something.

Yes, all right.

Of course.

Goodbye.

Bouvier insists we have nothing to worry about, but I wish I could be sure.

What do you think, Count?

- Well, any art thief would love to get his hands on the mask.

There's no doubt about that.

Still, the inspector's men show

that the alarm system is infallible.

If these incidents over the past two days have been robbery attempts,

I think the very fact that the alarm went off should calm us down.

But I've heard that a gang which operates on the Riviera

has recently moved to Paris, and-- - That's just it, sir.

There are criminals at large.

Nobody can be quite sure these harmless incidents

aren't advanced moves of a far broader plan to Rob us of the mask.

- That's true.

On the other hand, I'm sure that Inspector Bouvier

has already anticipated this possibility, and after all, that is his job.

- Yes, of course.

I'm sure he's investigated every possibility,

but I think more precautions should be taken, and I intend to do something about it.

- I think you're right, Monsieur Dorian.

Attendance was down today, and if it gets around the plastic bombs

are going off in the gallery, we'll be lucky to get anybody by the end of the week.

Come on, faster.

- I've just come from the lab.

- Good.

Very good, Anna.

Very good indeed.

Pile.

Peano.

Wow, these are marvelous.

This gimmick here is actually a micro camera as well as a cigarette lighter.

When Dorian opened the safe in his office yesterday evening,

our girl reporter, Anna, just happened to be standing

right behind the poor guy, snapping the combination.

- By the way, Thalgo, what's happened to the mask?

- I've been informed our harassment has put Dorian in a panic.

He'll move the mask to the safe tonight.

He's a very predictable man.

- You mean that the famous alarm system is protecting nothing, in fact?

- That's not quite true.

You see, Dorian suddenly got the idea

of making a copy to use as a substitute at night.

So now that he's obliged us with the first

part, I'll fill you in on the rest of the deal.

Now, at this point, there's a heavy steel gate.

And this gate connects to a tunnel leading to an underground canal

that runs almost directly under the gallery.

And that is precisely what we're going to use to force our way in.

Peano, I want you and Carl to come with me tonight.

- Hey, sounds great. - Okay, sounds great.

- And don't worry about the steel gate.

I'll open it from the inside.

- Take the pack.

Keep your eyes open, Carl.

- Hold this a minute.

Peano, I'll go the rest of the way on my own.

You can wait right here for me, okay?

- Sure, boss.

- Hello, Claude.

- Hi.

- Anything new?

- Are you kidding?

This place is as quiet as a grave.

- Hey, Peano, take this.

Hold the flashlight.

- Did it work out all right?

- Yeah, we got the mask.

- Good.

- All right, let's get out of here.

Well, it's about-- - Mask on.

- Hey, the alarm.

- Hurry!

- Tell George to turn off the circuit.

- It's yours, did you hear that explosion?

Turn off the control circuit, we wanna check the mask.

Hurry up, man.

- It's off.

- All right.

- Well, nothing happened in here.

- Yes, it must've been a car back for-- - What the fuck?

- You set up the trommel alarm, stupid, come on.

- Let's get out of here.

- Is that the mask?

- It isn't chopped liver.

- Puts, you're too much.

Hello?

Yes?

What?

Is the mask all right?

What was that?

- It was safe in my office.

I'll be right there.

The police are doing everything possible, of course.

- Well, as I understand it, the copy was your idea.

- Well, what about my Egyptians aren't gonna like it?

That's for sure.

- Have the Egyptian government been informed?

- Yes, they've already been informed.

- Any time we can make a whole lot of system.

- Good incident.

- Oh, Count, I don't think you know my feels.

- How do you do?

- Nice of you to come.

Alfred, see that they all have drinks.

- Yes, sorry.

- Professor Mikkelowitz, this is a pleasant surprise.

- I was disappointed you couldn't be with us for our openings.

- Ah, Miss Shevlove, if I remember correctly, of the canned meat Shevlove's.

You should have told me you knew the professor.

I would have turned my other foot.

Professor Mikkelowitz, I'd like you to meet Lord Baxter.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Lord Baxter is a paparologist who's recently been working

on the more remote areas of the Upper Nile for the British Museum.

- Yes, quite correct though.

I'm afraid my last expedition was somewhat of a failure.

I did extensive research on my project for over a year

in the museum library, but as it turned out, that wasn't sufficient.

When I arrived in Egypt, I was quite horrified

to discover that my site was 40 feet underwater

due to the new Aswan Dam, terrible show.

- Did you ever try buying the New York Times?

- I'm afraid not.

I just hate to get involved with the hurly-burly of modern life.

- Yes, of course.

I've been following your work for years, sir.

You've made some valuable contributions to classical studies.

- Oh, by the way, professor, you promised me your book on Tutankhamen.

- Yes, I'll have a copy sent you as soon as it comes out.

The robbery's created such a stir, I shall have to write some footnotes on the mask.

That's really why I'm in Paris.

- The professor and I intend to stay here until the mask is recovered.

- That's the spirit, never say die, miss.

Stiff up a lip, we call that in England, and believe me,

most of the time in England, you really need it these days.

- Norton, I wonder if I could use your telephone.

- Yes, of course.

- Alfred.

- Yes, sir?

- Take Lord Baxter to the telephone, please.

- If you come this way, my lord, please excuse me, won't you?

- And now, if you'll excuse me, I must look after my other guests.

- The waiter will get you anything you want.

- Thank you, sir, but my doctor supplied me

with Miss Shevlove here to keep me away from drink.

- I see.

Lady Isabelle, nice of you to come.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

- I have to go upstairs.

- What's the matter?

You don't seem to be enjoying the party at all, did you?

- Look, I'm not prepared to argue on the phone.

I thought we made a bargain.

- All right then, Gregory.

10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Yes, of course I'll bring it with me.

- Hello?

I'd like Inspector Beauvais.

Yes, it's urgent.

- Bonsoir, my lord.

- I'll keep the change.

- Good evening. - Bonsoir.

- Subject just left the hotel.

He's walking north.

- Follow, but don't let him get to sleep.

- Let's go.

- Hey, where do you think you're going?

I want something big, sir.

- We're collecting for the orphan society.

Wait here.

- Okay.

- Not so fast, my lord.

I wanna check this.

Now go.

- Get back in the car.

After him.

- That's phenomenal, get going.

- Now come up on the right.

All right, close in on him.

Go ahead.

I'll swing across.

Stay glued to him.

Go on faster.

He's gaining on you.

Thank you.

- Mademoiselle?

I'm sure that the Porter saw him go out.

- Oh, that's all right.

I'll wait.

- How about her service?

- What happened?

Who did it?

- That madman phenomenal.

Untie me.

- Good morning, m'lord.

It's nine o'clock, sir.

- Thank you, Alfred.

- What's the weather like today?

- Fine and sunny, sir.

Oh, there's a package that's arrived for you.

It's quite large and on the heavy side.

I had them put it in your gallery, sir.

Get me my dressing gown for you. - Yes, sir.

- Go on.

- This is the one, m'lord.

It arrived about half an hour ago.

- You still this?

- Yes, sir.

Here you are.

, Alfred.

Hold that while they call Beauvais.

It's false.

It's a vulgar imitation.

- What's so funny, huh?

- What?

- The newspaper is wondering who got the real mask.

Even a baby could figure it out.

- Right.

- Right, Gresseny?

- How many copies of the mask did you make?

Come on, tell me the truth.

- One, that's what you ordered, wasn't it, mister?

- Tell me the truth.

- Mister, I cast one more, your office telephone Tuesday afternoon

with an order to cast a second copy of the mask.

- Of course I thought as much.

Was it a telephone call or a visit from someone?

Answer me, imbecile!

- A visit, no, it was a telephone call, but I forgot to ask who it was.

- I know who it was.

Now, where's your telephone?

- Please, I haven't done anything wrong.

It wasn't my fault, I swear, mister, I-- - Where's your telephone?

- Hello, police.

I want to speak to Inspector Beauvais, please.

- No.

- B-A-U, yes, Beauvais.

Where can he be reached?

All right, I'll hold on.

- Yes, I'm Victoria from the Dorian Art Gallery, sweetie.

Please, it's urgent.

- Hello, Beauvais.

- No, I want to speak to Inspector Beauvais, please.

- Beauvais, is that you?

- Oh, thank goodness.

Look, I must see you as soon as possible.

Yes, I've just found out who stole the mask.

There's only one person that could be in that, sir.

- Hello, Dorian.

Dorian, are you there?

What's happened to your man?

- Hello, hello, operator.

Put a tracer on this call at once.

- Welcome home, Count.

- Oh, MacGregory Falkoff, if I'm not mistaken.

What brings you here, business or pleasure?

- Business.

- I see.

Do you always discuss business with a gun in your hand?

- Ignore it, it's a formality.

- How about a scotch?

- Sure, why not?

It was me who stole the mask from the gallery.

- Uh-huh, yes, I know.

I could see that you put a lot of thought into it, too.

It's a pity that you overlooked the fine print.

- I heard that you were very perceptive, but there's one thing I can't understand.

Why Phenomenal gave you the mask, and somebody put a fake back in the museum.

- Falkoff, if I were to tell you the mask you stole

wasn't the real one, you wouldn't believe it, I suppose.

- Frankly, no.

- I wanna make a deal with you.

Whether you realize it or not,

you've been double-crossed, and I know exactly who's behind it all.

- You're bluffing.

- Hand me that envelope on the desk.

- This is a prepared legal statement

implicating the man who hired you and your accomplice.

A plane ticket to Tangiers,

and a check for 200,000 francs.

You'll have to earn it first.

- How?

- By selling me the only thing you have left of any value besides your life.

- What's that?

- Your signature.

- Well, that would put me in prison.

- For 10 years.

- Count, I met real amateurs in my time,

but you and your aristocratic sang for and to be believed.

Thanks for the ticket and the check.

I won't be needing you anymore.

- Help me out of here.

- Did you see anyone that way, Sous?

- He ran that way.

- Please, Alfred, call the police.

- Yes, right away.

- We haven't had a string of murders like this since before the war.

I know the mask is supposed to have evil powers, but even

if I could find it, I couldn't charge it with homicide.

- Where are Nickelwits and the girl?

- How in the world should I know?

Why, do you suspect them?

Or is it that you've just fallen for that blonde hair?

Ah, that reminds me.

By the way, Count, where were you at 4.

30 yesterday afternoon?

- You mean when Dorian was killed?

- I can't tell you that.

- And why not?

- To do so would mean betraying a lady's trust.

You see, Beauvay, I already have a girlfriend, and she doesn't have blonde hair.

Have you been to your office this morning?

- Yes, why?

- Oh, nothing, but I just thought you might have heard from Phenomenal.

He usually chooses moments like this.

- When we're stymied, or displaying his genius?

- Wait a second, Count.

He did find the mask for us.

- Ah, yes, didn't he?

What do you think of that secretary character, Gressenay?

- Oh, he has an alibi.

- Well, I don't trust him.

You again?

What a wonderful surprise.

I thought Phenomenal was invincible.

What went wrong?

- I'm not Phenomenal.

- That's what they all say, darling.

Now we must have a long, long talk.

- Why?

Do we have a lot in common?

- Oh no, but you're beginning to behave like

a bad penny, and I'd just like to know why.

By the way, did you find anything

at Gressenay's house this evening?

- How did you know I was at Gressenay's?

- Phenomenal just told me.

- Excuse me, but there's a telephone call for you, m'lord.

- Huh?

Yes, speaking.

Who?

Mike.

I should have known.

No, no, just a reflection.

What's that?

Left for, how did you find that out?

Yes, all right.

All right, goodbye.

Sorry about that.

You were telling me, darling,

that you lent your yacht to Anna for two weeks.

- Yes, that's right.

We're good friends, but it's a secret,

and she doesn't want a lot of people to know about it.

- I see.

- Why do you ask?

- Just innocent curiosity.

♪ Na na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na na na ♪

- Ma, Lord Baxter, just a minute.

I'm Baxter, and welcome to Tunis.

Shall we go and sit down?

Will this suit you?

- The package arrives tomorrow.

Is Jack ready?

- Yes, of course, but I want to see it first.

He won't mind if I check that it's genuine.

- Oh, it's genuine, and it's coming the safest way.

On my yacht.

- There you go, get in!

There she is.

We'll have to move up a bit closer, or else we're going to lose her.

- Oh, don't worry, I know where she's going.

My men are watching her.

They're waiting for me at the end of the street.

Tell me, what do you think of Mike, anyway?

You explained to me how you, Gressenay, and the

others came to Tunisia, and I'll tell you who Mike is.

- All right, I was advised by my friend Phenomenal to come here.

It's perfumed.

- Mike is...

- Oh, you don't say.

I thought that that only happened in the movies.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Sit down.

- This is what you've been waiting for.

Now you can go back to Marseille.

Where are the others?

- Enjoying themselves ashore.

You drive a harder bargain than Falcoff, don't you?

- I'll see you back at the hotel.

- I'm going to the bank.

- I'm sorry, darling.

I don't feel well.

I prefer to go on back to the hotel.

- All right, I'll take you there.

- No, you go to the bank.

I'll go with Baxter.

- If you like.

I'll see you later, darling.

Don't make me wait too long.

- I'll cash the check and come back to the hotel.

- Be careful, won't you?

- Now do you understand?

I want a detailed report as soon as possible.

No, nothing has changed.

This time was Gressenay's turn, poor fool.

Now our friend Baxter has the mask.

- Why didn't you arrest them all right away, Beauvais?

Why don't you pick up the mask?

What are you waiting for?

- I want the big fish.

- Very soon, there won't be any fish left.

They're eating each other up pretty fast.

- I've got to hold out for the top man.

I'm sure there's a mastermind behind all this,

and when I catch him, it's gonna surprise everyone.

Excuse me, Owen, don't worry about the mask.

I've got the situation under control.

See you later.

- Under control, then.

- My God, what a mentality.

- Hey, you, where do you think you're going?

- After you, sir. - Thank you.

- Baxter's waiting for you.

- Tell him to wait outside.

- Okay.

You're late.

- Yes, sorry about that.

I think I'm being watched, and so I took a detour to make sure I wasn't followed.

Anyway, here's the mask.

- I told you to keep your hands off Gressone.

- The poor fool asked for it.

He thought I'd be as good as life insurance.

Blackmailer is the only word to describe Mr. Gressone.

- I've run across his type before.

They have a totally insatiable thirst for money.

And besides having killed Dorian and Falcoff,

he would have talked to save his own skin if the police had picked him up.

So he had to be got rid of.

And now, my dear professor, we should try not to waste any more of our precious time.

With the documents you have, we can decipher

the hieroglyphics on the mask and locate-- - The Ackerman treasure.

- Well, that's right, isn't it?

- Sure. - Then let's see those documents.

- You double-crosser.

Back's up.

- No.

- No.

- No.

And Mike?

I shot her up in your house.

Count Norton.

- Yes.

- My arms are killing me.

How did you get here?

- She had intuition.

I'm not like Beauvay.

I don't get tips from phenomena all the time.

- Oh, my feet.

- Do you think Beauvay is phenomenal?

- Maybe we'll never know.

Then again, I wouldn't be surprised.

Modern policeman thinks of anything.

- Hurry.

We can't wait a second.

No, no.

Hurry.

Oh, damn.

Now we've really lost it.

Boy.

What next?

Hurry up.

They've headed out to see what's the mass.

- Okay, jump in.

Sarge, I'll go over there.

- I don't know.

The Baxter's dead.

- How?

- On a banana bill.

- It's the police.

- Quickly, quickly.

- Heave Jew, it's the police.

Go to hell.

Go to hell, damn you.

- Get out, make a wish.

It's all over.

You can't escape.

- What are you doing?

No.

Stop it.

Quiet down.

No, you're mad.

No.

There she is.

- All right, give yourself up, Mikowitz.

Go on, drop it.

You're both under arrest.

- You know, it's no use.

You won't find any inspiration here to help you discover the treasure of Acomon.

- At this point, I think only phenomenal can discover it, right?

- We'd better hurry, or we'll miss our plane.

- Okay.

What's there?

Open it, please.

- I'll wait for Count Norton.

- All right.

- I knew it all the time.

- I knew what.

- That you're phenomenal.

- Don't jump to conclusions, my dear.

That's just a little Arab outfit I picked up in the sook, that's all.

Let's go, Mike.

- I'd like to know.

Pardon my curiosity, sir.

But, Miss Mike, what does she actually do?

- American Secret Service.

And, occasionally, she acts as nurse for phony cripples.

- You know, I got a telegram.

I got a promotion for solving this case.

- Congratulations.

- Would you like to celebrate with me this evening?

I know a quiet little place.

- To tell the truth, I already have a date with the Count.