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As Prince Emil presents five white horses to guests at the Pierce Ranch,

fire breaks out in a barn. Trying to help Hamid, the prince's aide, who's

been attacked by an unidentified man, stuff is trapped by the fast-spreading

flame. And this curse of 100 tears of blood.

100 tears of blood?

What do you mean?

What are they?

Tell those to whom horses were given.

There is curse.

Some of the smoke out of my lung.

Why, that's one of Prince Emile's men.

Humboldt is dead, Your Highness.

He must have been kicked by a horse.

Do you see the imprint of a horse, too, Captain Riley?

Yes, I do.

Poor Humboldt loved horses.

He gave his life trying to save them.

I'll notify the coroner.

Don't move the body.

It's terrible, Your Highness. I...

It's not your fault, Mr. Pierce. I know, but I feel responsible.

No doubt it was an accident, Mr. Pierce.

You're not to blame.

I suppose not.

What were you doing in there, and what happened?

Gladdy, I've got something to tell you.

Greg, it wasn't a horse that killed that fellow Hammond.

There were no horses in the stable.

Then what killed him?

A fellow he was fighting with hit him with a horseshoe.

Who was it? I don't know. I couldn't see his face.

I still don't know what you were doing in there.

Well, I was on my way to the corral to see the horses, and I heard a fight in

the stables.

I tried to get in, but the door was bolted from the inside, so I climbed up

into the loft.

Then you're sure about the fight?

Positive. I saw Hammond get knocked down. Was he alive when you got to him?

Yes. He was muttering something about, uh, this is the curse of the hundred

tears of blood.

Hmm, that sounds oriental. Well, I asked him what it meant, and he said, uh, tell

those to whom the Aravanian horses were given that there's a curse on them.

Perhaps the prince could explain it.

Perhaps. But I doubt if he would, to any of us at least.

But Your Highness must not blame himself for the death of the unfortunate Hamid.

Perhaps you're right, Raven.

I will try to dismiss it from my mind.

Good night.

Good night, Your Highness.

as its intuition, and who are you?

I'm called the Vigilante, Your Highness, and I'm here on a special mission, as a

friend. As such, I greet you.

But what brings you to see me under such unusual circumstances?

Before your aide Hamid died, he uttered a strange expression, but perhaps it's

not strange to you.

What was the expression?

The curse of the hundred tears of blood.

What does that mean?

I'm sorry, but the answer to that you'll have to seek elsewhere.

Are you trying to conceal something, your highness?

You enter my quarters mysteriously and make strong accusations.

Perhaps I'm only trying to match your attitude when you refuse to answer a

simple question.

Is it the hundred tears of blood you speak of?

It is.

That I cannot explain.

Now may I beg you to leave?

Very well, your highness.

But you may regret your refusal to offer an explanation.

Number three.

This is X-3. Let me speak to X-1.

This is X-1.

Go ahead, X-3.

Standing by with X-4, waiting for orders.

Get possession of the Erevanian horse which Prince Emil gave to Greg Sanders

at once.

Very well, sir.

Aren't you going to put the car away?

Have you forgotten my new white Aravanian horse is occupying the garage?

That's right. So many things have happened today, I forgot about it.

No.

Number, please.

X3 and X4 are here to report.

One moment, please.

He discovered us as we were about to get the horse. He chased us, but we got away

by dropping the trailer in an alley and blocking his way.

As long as you were not caught, no special harm has been done.

Here is your next assignment.

Tomorrow, Greg Sanders will use his new horse at the location where he's making

a motion picture.

Be there. I want your chance to accomplish your mission.

at Bryson House.

Keep them guessing.

Are you referring to me or the horse? The horse, of course.

You better tell her 2,000 fan letters a week can't be wrong.

Oh, she'd probably think I forged most of them anyway.

Archie, are you sure you telephoned Greg Sandler? Yes, sir.

That hand actor thinks he can get away with holding up my production by being

late. He's mistaken.

Good morning, Sid.

Oh, good morning, George.

What's the trouble? Your star performer missing?

Yes, temporarily.

He'd be missing permanently if I owned this company.

Evidently, you don't think very much of his acting.

All you have to do is take a good-looking fellow, give him a nice

pair of boots, a 10-gallon hat, a fancy horse, and you've got yourself a new

star.

Well, Sanders certainly has all those things, since my house guest, Prince

Emil, presented him with one of those white Aravanian horses.

Well, there's your star.

10-gallon hat, white horse and all.

Yes, and most of the day will be wasted taking stills of him and that white

horse.

Hold it for a picture, Greg.

See what I mean?

Now, what the company wants with a lot of stills of a white horse just because

it was given by a prince is beyond me.

Well, maybe there are white horses and white horses.

Well, you can have them. All of them, including those of royal blood.

All right, Archie, get everybody on the set.

One more now.

All in?

Thank you.

We're all ready, Greg.

I'll be right with you. And the boss was on the walk pass this morning.

What, again?

You better get in the car with stuff.

Good morning, Greg. Hello, George.

Metro.

Greg, this is a sequence of the gunfight.

Our free heavy is waiting for you behind that big rock over there.

Now, in action, I want you to ride into the trap and start shooting. You get it?

I think so.

You want a double for this shot?

No, I can do it.

Okay, there's your horse. Mount up and get ready.

Look what's coming.

Hey, don't shoot, Lucky. We'll have that old movie coming down here.

We'll take care of him.

What's the big idea?

Well, we were... I'll tell you.

Good work, Greg.

Thanks, Ed.

Hey, looks like our man's in trouble out there.

We better get out of here with that horse and trailer quick.

We haven't got time to take the horse. You start the motor while I unhook the

trailer.

This horse is acting up.

Do you mind driving?

Of course not.

horse in the trailer there's some steep and dangerous curves ahead you can't

tell what might happen

attempts to steal the White Horse.

What deadly peril now confronts Betty Winslow.

Don't fail to see Double Peril, the third thrill-packed chapter of The

Vigilante, at this theater next week.