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Suspecting that an effort will be made to liberate Captain Riley's prisoner,

Greg Sanders persuades the officer to permit the plan to work so that Greg may

follow the conspirators and trap their leader.

But an unexpected development threatens the plan as...

That was a little rougher than I expected.

It certainly was.

Let's get going, George.

Rick Sanders has been snooping around.

Where is he? He's over there in his car.

Then we better get rid of him. I've already fixed things. He'll be taken

care of. Good.

Nice work, Jordan.

What happened, Greg?

I rigged my car with an explosive.

I saw smoke when I touched the starter. I jumped out just in time.

Get a fire extinguisher. Yes, sir. It's all my fault. I should have stayed in

the car instead of being so curious and going up to the window to see what was

going on.

Well, the best laid plans don't always work out, Greg. Come inside. I'll send

out a general alarm.

Number, please.

This is X-3 reporting to X-1.

Don't report from there. Come inside.

Very well, sir.

What news do you bring?

The best. You can forget Greg Sanders.

I hope you're not mistaken.

His car blew up with him in it.

Good. Now we'll finish up this whole affair tonight.

Are the men alerted?

Everybody's standing by.

There remains one little matter to be arranged. Prince Hamil.

He's been invited to the cafe tonight.

While he's here, every exit must be guarded.

Well, after he's in, we'll see that he doesn't get out. Not unless I give the

word. The boys want to know when they'll get their cut.

Tonight, when I finish with the prince.

You may go now.

See that there's no slip-up.

Good evening, Captain Riley.

Good evening, Henri.

This way, please.

Good evening, Taggart. Hello, Captain.

Did you receive an invitation, too?

Yes, and I have no idea who sent it.

Mine came over the telephone.

Someone who called himself Vigilante.

Could be.

Looks like some kind of a showdown.

How are we getting along with the mystery of the Aravanian horses that

Prince Emil presented to us?

We discovered they were used to smuggle a fortune of red pearls into this

country. What?

They were concealed in the horses' shoes.

Do you think that Prince Emil is responsible for it?

We don't know that, or where the pearls are.

But I have an idea we've been invited here to find out.

Well, it looks like six have been invited. I guess that means that five

have received a gift of one of the white horses.

And probably Prince Emil.

Do you suspect it's one of us six, McGillie?

I don't think we'll have to look anywhere else.

You stick around out front, Pop, and keep your eyes open.

Yeah, but what'll I be looking for?

Oh, anything that looks suspicious.

You might see some of those fellas have been causing all the trouble.

I don't know. I still think we're on a wild goose, Jake.

Well, Greg says he heard from the vigilante, and this is what we're

supposed to do.

Well, if Greg Sanders says so, I reckon we're on the right track.

Well, I'll cover the rear entrance.

If you need me, yell.

Oh, don't you worry, boy.

I'll yell all right.

Have you any idea what we're supposed to do, Captain?

No, but as long as it's the vigilante's idea, I imagine we'll get some word at

the proper time.

Better Greg Fanders and Betty Winslow.

Hello, thanks, Captain.

Hello, Betty.

Do you know what this is all about, Greg? Only that I was invited here

rather suddenly.

By the same mysterious gentleman, I imagine, that invited the captain and

me. Well, it was the vigilante who invited me.

Well, I guess all we can do is wait and see what develops.

Folks. Hey, George.

Hello, George.

Pleasant surprise seeing all of you here.

Didn't you know we were coming? No, as I suppose so.

I figured you'd be included in the invitations.

Invitations? Well, Tex means that we were all invited by that mysterious

person who calls himself the Vigilante.

Are you sure of that, Betty? That's why we're here.

Well, perhaps I'm supposed to join you. Oh, here's a place for you. Thanks.

I imagine that the sixth place is meant for Prince Emil.

George, have you seen the prince?

No, I haven't.

Ah, good evening, Prince Amir. Good evening. There's an important telephone

call for you, Your Highness.

This way, please.

Will you excuse me for a moment, please?

Just dial the operator, Your Highness.

right in your highness what is it you wish my boss wants to talk to you

where is he right

in there right this way your highness

make yourself comfortable the boss will be right in

Please have a chair, Prince Emil.

You may as well make yourself comfortable.

Our discussion may take some time.

With your permission, I prefer to stand.

As you wish.

Do you fear to disclose your identity?

Let us say that I prefer to remain incognito.

Perhaps the reason for this meeting need not remain in the shadows.

No.

We can come right to the point.

You must feel secure to show me the 80 red pearls stolen from my collection,

knowing how desperately I desire them. I do.

Otherwise, I would not show them to you.

Naturally, I was not lured here merely to be shown these pearls.

No. I wish to acquire the 20 remaining in your possession.

My pearls are not for sale.

Since I have no desire to purchase these stolen ones, I must beg to take my

leave. I have a very special price for your 20 pearls.

What is your price?

Your life.

The price is too high.

Put that gun on the desk.

There's the signal, Effie.

pearl belong to you, Prince Emil.

That is quite true.

They're part of my collection known as the Hundred Tears of Blood.

Strangely, now that I have them, I have no desire to keep them.

They're cursed.

Drop your gun, vigilante.

Drop yours. I've got your boss covered.

Don't shoot, you idiots. He'll get me.

Gentlemen, this seems to be a stalemate.

Shall we have to do something about it?

I'm going to dispel a curse.

Stop him. He's destroying the pearls.

Go inside and tell Caporale to get into that back room through the phone booth

to round up those men. Hurry. Right.

like he did the pearls, but we haven't got time. Come on.

I want you, X-1.

X-1? I don't know what you're talking about.

You know just as well as I do, Pierce.

You gave yourself away to Prince Emil back there at the cafe just before the

pearls were destroyed.

Say, your voice sounds familiar.

Just who are you?

That you will never know.

Maybe I will.

Take off that mask.

Thank you, my friend.

I left the situation to you when I saw you appear in the archway. I do not know

who you are, nor does it matter.

My master told me that you once saved his life, and that if ever you were in

trouble, I should help you.

You have.

I'll tell the authorities what happened so you won't be held responsible.

Yes, Captain Riley.

Mr. Pierce had me brought into that room where you found me.

Then he appeared as a mysterious character whom you call X-1.

Are you sure of that?

Most sure.

Greg, where in the world have you been?

I was out looking for Prince Emile.

Did you find him?

Sure. There he is.

Oh, I thought maybe you were out with the vigilante again.

Thank you.

I've just been informed that Mr. Pierce met with a fatal accident at his country

estate.

It is indeed fate.

Starting with the death of my unfortunate aide, Harmead, all that has

happened was brought about by George Pierce.

Are you satisfied that Pierce and X-1 were the same, Captain Rowley?

Definitely.

Did you round up all of Pierce's men?

All that we found here. If there are others, we'll track them down.

Which reminds me, I'd better give that secret room another going over.

Want to go along and help?

No, thanks. Not tonight.

I have an early call tomorrow.

May I give you a lift home, Betty?

Might as well. We all have got to work tomorrow.

Good work, Sanders.

Perhaps you'd better come here and deliver your report in person.

Or haven't you had enough of that California sunshine?

No, I haven't.

Besides, I still have a motion picture contract with the Prairie Troubadour,

and I can't get away.

Don't forget, you got me into that.

All right, stay there and finish your picture, you lucky stiff.

Give my love to the little lady.

That is what there happens to be, Juan.

Okay, Chief. Good night.