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All aboard trip 19.

Eastbound plane
for Phoenix, El Paso...

Dallas, Nashville,
Washington, New York...

and all eastern connections...

is now ready for departure
at 10:15, gate number three.

All aboard, please.
Last call.

- Right here, sir.
- Ah. Thank you.

Adjust your safety belt, please.
We're taking off in a moment.

- Oh. Right.
- May I take care of this for you?

Uh, no. I'll keep it. Thanks.

Charm of Inspector Drake
still best key to hospitality.

Charlie Chan. Of all people.
How are you?

What's brought you here
from Honolulu?

Officer of law cannot escape
long arm of same.

Must attend annual police convention
in New York.

- Ah.
- But how does Scotland Yard
excuse your honorable absence?

Well, I moved over
to the Intelligence Department a year ago.

Uh, wanted to join my regiment, Charlie,
when the war broke out...

but the higher-ups thought that at my age
I was more valuable in Military Intelligence.

Humble services
at disposal of old friend.

Thanks, Charlie.
I may need them.

That's my problem.

Sabotage.

Investigation has revealed
satisfactory clues?

Everything points
to a man named Paul Narvo...

who we're certain murdered an official
in the British Air Ministry three years ago.

Narvo and his Hindu servant
disappeared completely.

Ever since that time, similar acts of sabotage
have occurred in our colonies...

and now here in the United States.

I'm convinced Narvo is the head of
the sabotage ring operating in this country.

No indication of his present
whereabouts?

No. But I have his photograph
and fingerprints in my briefcase.

Covered his tracks very carefully.

I'm now following his wife, a former actress,
hoping that she'll lead me to him.

She's given me a merry chase.

I followed her to Shanghai,
where she was working in a cabaret...

to Bombay, where she was a secretary,
to Copenhagen, where she was an elevator girl...

then back to the Orient
and across to San Francisco.

I've just received information which leads me
to believe that she's in New York.

But it's like finding
a needle in a haystack.

Needle can be found when
correct thread located.

Charlie, I've got to
find that thread.

British tenacity
with Chinese patience...

like royal flush in poker game—
unbeatable.

- I hope he's on the plane.
- Are you kidding?

There he is. Hello, Mr. Chan!

What brings you to New York, Charlie?
Is it business or pleasure?

- What's the case this time?
- Are you two working together, Mr. Drake?

Well, how do you do, Mr. Chan?
I'm Inspector Vance.

- The chief sent me down to welcome you.
- Most grateful.

- Very glad to see you again, Mr. Drake.
- How are you, Vance?

Oh, cut it out now, boys. You can get
all the photos you want at the convention.

- Drake. How are you?
- Why, it's good to see you, Kirby.

- Meet my friend, Mr. Chan.
- Not the Mr. Chan. Well, this is a pleasure, sir.

- And Inspector Vance.
- How do you do?

- Drop into the convention if you get a chance.
- Very kind of you.

Drake is going to stay at my place. I'm giving
a dinner for him tonight. Won't you join us?

I don't think he'll be able to do that.
The chief's throwing a banquet...

- and he'd be pretty disappointed
if he didn't show up.
- That's too bad.

I rather counted on having
some news for you later on.

Perhaps could leave banquet
before after-dinner speeches completed.

- I wish I could get out of it.
- Drop in if you can get away.

It's the Courtney Arms
Apartments on East 67 th Street.

I'll appreciate seeing you there.
Well, good-bye, Vance.

- Good luck in search for thread.
- Oh.

The car's over here, Charlie.

Mr. Drake no longer
with Scotland Yard.

Yes, I know. He's now with
the Military Intelligence.

This police car is yours
as long as you stay in New York.

Pop! Hey, Pop! Pop!

- Gosh, l— I almost missed ya.
- What are you doing in New York?

Got stuck in
a crosstown traffic jam.

Please, please, answer question. Why are you
in New York instead of Los Ángeles?

Well, my roommate at
college was driving east.

He asked me to come along
to see the World's Fair.

Without permission of humble parent?

I read in the paper that he'd be here
for the police convention.

I knew I could ask him then.
Is it all right?

Inspector Vance,
this is favorite offspring, Jimmy...

without whose assistance many cases
would have been solved much sooner.

Why don't you take him to
the banquet with you tonight, Mr. Chan?

Say! That'd be great!

Good. You can have my ticket.

I didn't want to go anyhow.

Boy, the chief certainly
was swell to us tonight.

What are you gonna do with
all your collection of keys to cities?

No good as doorstops.

Perhaps make excellent teething rings
for future grandchildren.

Why did we have to leave
the banquet so early?

Must call on old friend,
Hugh Drake...

formerly of Scotland Yard,
for business chat.

You mean you're working
on a case already?

Gee, then it's a good thing
I came here, isn't it?

Ah. Glad you could come, Mr. Chan.

- Took liberty of bringing number two son.
- Fine.

- Mr. Drake is waiting for you in the library.
- Thank you.

Said he wanted to see you
as soon as you arrived.

Oh, he must have fallen asleep.

Drake. Drake, wake up.
Here's your friend Chan.

Drake.

- Mr. Drake dead.
- Dead?

What? Drake.

Poor fellow.
Must have been a heart attack.

Did he complain of illness?

On the contrary.
He was in fine spirits at the dinner party.

Can explain why he leave guests?

I turned the library
over to him as an office.

About 9:00 he said he had some work to do
and just excused himself.

- Mr. Drake did not leave library?
- Not that I know of.

Most curious.

Canary bird also dead.

- That's strange.
- Canary, unlike faithful dog...

- do not die for sympathy.
- Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Coincidence like ancient egg—

leave unpleasant odor.

Number two son student of chemistry.

Can identify strange scent?

Gee, Pop.
It smells like tetragene.

It's a new gas discovered
only a few months ago.

- Description, please.
- Well, it kills with one whiff...

and then evaporates quickly
leaving a slight harmless scent.

It's been put up
in a glass pellet form.

If what he says is true,
Drake was murdered.

- Conclusion correct.
- But how could anyone get in here?

They must have come in
through the window.

Contradiction, please.
Observe.

Latch closed.
Indicate insidejob.

- You mean that—
- Killer enter through door.

Suggest you hold all guests.

Must telephone Inspector Vance.

Is that so?

Okay, coroner. Thanks.

The autopsy shows gas in both lungs.

- Tetragene?
- Yeah. Tetragene.

Here are the fingerprints
of the guests and servants.

- Check this set with the prints you get on the desk.
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Drake have use of safe?
- Yes.

- Will open, please?
- Certainly.

Check these.

These belonged to Mr. Drake.

Passport. Traveler's checks.

Cash. What's this?

It's a guest card of the British Imperial Club.
I got it for him.

No indication of briefcase?

- No.
- What briefcase?

Mr. Drake carry briefcase on plane.
Contain important evidence.

I know, Pop. The guy that removed Drake
also removed the briefcase.

What do you think, Charlie?

- Is possible.
- Oh, Inspector Vance.

The fingerprints of the guests don't match
the ones that we found on the desk.

- Well, let's see what your guests
have to say for themselves.
- Very well.

- Let me give you a light anyhow.
- Who would murder the man? I don't know.

Was he really murdered, Inspector?

- Well, what have you found out?
- Was it a heart attack?

We've compared the fingerprints,
and they don't match with any of yours.

- That's a relief. Then we may go.
- Not so fast.

- I'll have to ask you all some questions. Joe.
- Yes, Inspector.

- Your name, please.
- Herbert Fenton. Oh, this is absurd. Fantastic.

- English, huh?
- Is that an offense?

Herbert, please.
He's not accusing you of anything.

I can't stand this confounded questioning.
It's ridiculous.

- You knew Drake?
- Well, of course I knew him.
We were at Oxford together.

I haven't seen him for years,
until tonight, poor fellow.

Inspector. The butler says he has
a lot of work to do in the kitchen.

- Is it okay?
- Yeah. But first I'd like to have
a little talk with him.

- What's your name?
- Uh, Boggs, sir. Robert Boggs.

Boggs has been in my employ for three years.
I can vouch for him. And a very good butler too.

- Thank you, sir.
- Did you see anyone enter the library
after Drake went in?

Uh, no, sir. Mr. Kirby sent me
on an errand after dinner, sir.

That's correct. I found I was
out ofliqueur and sent him to the club.

Uh, the extra boy served the guests
whilst I was away, sir.

- Let's have a talk with him.
- I dismissed him, just after Boggs returned.

- Know his address?
- Uh, yes, sir. It's, uh—

Give it to him.
Pat, pick him up and bring him here.

Yes, sir.

Please. Did Mr. Drake request presence
of any of your guests?

Why, yes.
Besides Mr. Fenton...

he asked me to invite Miss Preston.

Recognize Miss Preston
as most excellent actress.

Yes, she is. And he also asked me
to invite Mr. Percy...

who is chief designer at
the Metropolitan Aircraft Corporation...

- of which I am president.
- Know any reason why Drake wanted to see you?

Only that I believe
he was investigating sabotage.

- Did you talk about that?
- No.

- May I ask question?
- Sure. Go ahead.

- Bomber crash yesterday at your plant?
- Yes, unfortunately.

Probably some more
of that fifth column work.

This is Keith Jeffery, stockbroker.

Today at lunch he told me
he read that Drake was staying with me.

I heard a good deal about him on the other side.
I was anxious to make his acquaintance.

Mr. Kirby was kind enough
to invite me to dinner.

Then this evening was the first time
you've ever seen Drake.

- That's right.
- That only leaves Miss Preston.

- Uh, Miss Preston.
- Yes?

Was there any special reason
why Mr. Drake wanted to see you?

Not that I know of.
Never heard of him until tonight.

Did you talk with him this evening?

He sat next to me at dinner,
but, uh, didn't say anything of particular interest.

Well, seems that's all
she can tell us.

- May help, please?
- That's very kind of you.

Miss Preston play engagement
in Honolulu last season.

Why, yes. I stopped off
on my way to Australia.

Very beautiful lavaliere.

- Thank you.
- Too bad one pearl missing.

What?

That's strange.

I didn't notice it
when I put it on tonight.

I'm exhausted. I wonder how much longer
they're going to keep us here.

Drake probably died a natural death.

This inspector's trying
to make a mystery of it.

It's the only way
he can keep his job.

The market's been
very sluggish lately...

but I think I'll have some interesting news
for you shortly.

Directly I do,
I'll let you both know about it.

Did any of the guests leave this room
after Drake went to the library?

I couldn't say.
Anybody could have gone out of the room.

- Well, I didn't.
- I didn't either.

Hey, Pop. Here's your criminal.
I caught him opening this cablegram.

It's for Drake, from Scotland Yard.

"Acknowledge inquiry
regarding Robert Boggs.

Will forward information immediately."

The kid's right. Drake must have
suspected Boggs and cabled the Yard.

The kid's right. Drake must have
suspected Boggs and cabled the Yard.

- Boggs found out and killed him.
- I had nothing to do with it.

Can explain tampering
with cablegram?

Mr. Drake thought he'd seen me
somewhere before and questioned me.

I was arrested in England
for a crime I didn't commit.

When that cable came for Mr. Drake,
I was afraid it was about me.

Take him to headquarters
for further questioning.

Well, I guess I won't need
your guests any longer.

Let me have your addresses
and phone numbers before you go.

Well, that's a relief.

- I hope I have the pleasure of
seeing you again, Mrs. Fenton.
- I hope so. We must meet.

- I haven't anything to write my address on.
- I—

Please.

Thank you, Mr. Chan.

Inspector. Have you a piece of paper,
something to write on?

Ah.
May I? Thank you.

- Here you are, Inspector. Good night, Mr. Chan.
- Good night.

You can get in touch with me
at the plant, Inspector.

There you are. I told you it was ridiculous,
asking all those questions.

I only wrote down my office address, Inspector.
Is that all right?

- It'll be okay.
- Good night, George.

I'll have to ask you
not to leave the city.

- Good night. Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Well, Charlie...

looks like a cut-and-dried case.

Say, Pop. I spotted that
butler right off the bat.

- Didn't let him out of my sight.
- You're all right, kid.

Number two son very promising detective.
Promise very much, produce very little.

Inspector Vance!

- Stop pushing me.
- Come on. Come on. Here he is, the extra boy.

- What do you want with me?
I ain't done nothing to nobody.
- Get him in.

- Get him in.
- Nobody. I—

- Get his fingerprints.
- I ain't no criminal, mister.

Pipe down. You served the guests
when Boggs was out, didn't you?

Yes, sir, but I don't know nothin'.
I don't know nothin' about nothin', sir.

- I's completely in the dark.
- Condition appear contagious.

- Did you see any of them go into the library?
- No, sir. No one went in.

- Mr. Drake didn't want to be disturbed.
- How did you know that?

- He told me that when I brought
a visitor to see him.
- Visitor?

What visitor?

Ayoung man showed up and said he had to see
Mr. Drake, urgent. I showed him right on in.

Young man give name?

- Yes, sir. Mr. David Elliott.
- Hmm.

You never told us
anything about this.

- I don't know David Elliott.
- Hmm.

Say, Pop.
What do you think about this?

Thought at present like dog chasing own tail—
getting no place.

Vance speaking. Check up on
a young man named David Elliott.

Here's his description.
What did he look like?

Well, he was slim and tall and dark.
Rather dark.

And when Drake learned why I came,
he insisted on seeing you right away.

I told him you had nothing to do
with the murder of that British air official.

- What did he say to that?
- It's your husband, Paul Narvo, he's after...

- and he's sure you know where he is.
- But I don't.

I know that,
but Drake doesn't believe it.

- And he swears he'll never let up until he finds you.
- He'll trail you and catch me.

Can't you see there's nothing left for me
to do but go away at once?

Look, Pat.
I'm in love with you.

And I'll never
let you run away again.

Listen. There's only
one thing left to do.

You've got to see Drake tomorrow
and tell him everything.

Oh, no, David.
I'm afraid to do that.

There's nothing to be afraid of.
You're innocent, and we'll prove it.

Most of the Elliotts
we checked on are older men...

but the one that comes nearest
the description you gave me...

is 28 years old, six feet tall,
black hair and, uh—

Sounds like the Elliott we're after.
What's his business?

- Chemical research?
- I got it. Elliott is really Narvo.

He made the pellet that killed Drake.
And Mr. Kirby's butler is working for him.

What's his address?
No, I'll take care of it myself.

Well, looks like the kid's
right again, Charlie.

It's the easiest nut I ever cracked.

Nut easy to crack often empty.

Your dad's right, Jimmy.

I've been on many a job that's looked easy
and then taken months to solve.

Oh, say, Charlie. Do you mind sticking around
for a while and giving me a hand, just in case?

Mr. Drake very old friend.
Most happy to lend assistance.

I'll pick up Elliott
and let you know how I make out.

Oh, uh, where will I call you?

Why don't you wait here
for Inspector Vance's call, Mr. Chan?

I also would like to
hear the results.

Okay. I'll phone you here.

- May use pen and ink, please?
- Of course. Help yourself.

Thank you. Must send cablegram
to honorable spouse.

May be detained in New York.

Don't forget to tell Mom that I'm helping ya.
And give her my love.

Mmm. Will inform honorable mother...

that aid from number two son
like interest on mortgage—

impossible to escape.

How did that get in there?

Already observe pearl missing...

from lavaliere worn by Miss Preston.

Then she must have been
in this room—with Drake.

I didn't know
she came in here to see him.

She's hiding something.
I'll bet she's in on it too.

- Have Miss Preston's address?
- Yes. Roxbury House in Sutton Place.

- Come on, Pop. Let's get goin'.
- Number two son get going to bed.

- Oh, but I'm not tired.
- Fresh weed better than wilted rose.

Will need alert brain tomorrow.

When Inspector Vance call...

- please inform him will meet him at office.
- I will.

- Who is it?
- Mr. Chan.

Won't you come in, Mr. Chan?

- Humbly apologize for late intrusion.
- Oh, that's quite all right.

- Please sit down.
- Thank you so much.

- Most charming apartment.
- Thank you.

Can only stay a moment.

Have found missing pearl?

- Why, no.
- May see lavaliere?

Certainly.

Think may have pleasant surprise.

Why, that's very kind of you, Mr. Chan,
to go to all this trouble.

- Where did you find it?
- Mr. Kirby's library.

Library? Why, how did it get there?

Person who ask riddle
should know answer.

- It's a mystery to me.
- Perhaps prefer to discuss mystery
directly with police?

No. I was in the library,
but I had nothing to do with the murder.

Mr. Drake asked about a girl who played in
a show with me in London five years ago.

He wanted to know if I'd seen her in New York.
I told him I hadn't.

You were concealing truth?

Mr. Chan, she's a very
good friend of mine...

and I didn't want to give her away.

She's had so much trouble already.

And I'm certain she's innocent.

If friend is innocent, can trust humble self
to help prove same.

- Will give name, please?
- Patricia West.

She lives in a rooming house
at 21 Washington Square.

21 Washington Square.

- Thank you.
- Mr. Chan, you will help her, won't you?

Will do humble best.

- Good night, Mr. Chan.
- Good night. Thank you so much.

- Who's there?
- Have urgent message from Miss Preston.

Oh.

Loyal friend believes humble self
can be of service.

- Won't you come in?
- Thank you.

I am Lieutenant Chan
of Honolulu Police.

Police? What do you want with me?

- Mr. Drake was murdered tonight.
- Murdered?

- And you think I had something to do with it.
- No.

Merely wish to ask whereabouts
of Paul Narvo.

- I don't know Paul Narvo.
- You were married to him.

You leave London with him
after murder of government official.

Please. Would like
to be your friend.

Happy solution never see light
if truth kept in dark.

Won't you please confide in me?

Where you first meet Mr. Narvo?

Well, in London.
I was working in a show.

- Yes?
- He was very charming, knew the best people...

took me everyplace, and, well, I was
swept off my feet, and we were married.

- You remain in show?
- No. He made me give it up.

Nothing was too good for me—
jewelry, beautiful flat in Berkeley Square.

Maids, valets—
all that sort of thing.

One night, a few weeks later,
he came home and was very excited...

and told me we had to leave immediately
for India on urgent business.

He reveal nature of business?

- No, but he seemed unusually
interested in aviation.
- So?

Was always inviting
airplane men to parties.

Then one day in Calcutta,
his Hindu servant, Ramullah, arrived.

- Same servant you have in London?
- Yes.

Late that night I heard them discussing
the murder of the Air Ministry official.

- So?
- Well, I— I knew they were mixed up in it.

- Why you not inform police?
- Oh, I— I confronted my husband, but...

he threatened to kill me
if I breathed a word.

He kept me a prisoner for days.
But I managed to escape from there, and—

Then I wandered
from one place to another.

Once he almost caught me in Cape Town,
where I was working as a manicurist...

but I got away from there
and then Mr. Drake started to hound me...

and now—

Gee, Pop.
I almost got the killer.

Contradiction, please.
Killer almost get you.

Excuse.
This is number two son.

How do you do? I'm supposed to be in bed,
but I knew Pop would need some help.

- You follow me all evening?
- Yeah, I spotted some guy trailing you.

- So I waited until I got the goods on him.
- Please. Disregard merchandise.

Much better you identify assailant.

- Well, he looked like an Indian or something.
- Indian?

Possibly mean East Indian. Hindu?

- Yeah! That's right. A Hindu.
- Ramullah!

- Who's Ramullah?
- Narvo's servant.

Paul Narvo must be in New York.

Quite possible. Must inform
Inspector Vance immediately.

Now, Miss West, you still insist that
you haven't seen Narvo in New York?

- Yes.
- Well, we picked up a man
who I'm sure is your husband.

Now this guy's fingerprints...

match those on the desk
where Drake was found dead.

But so far he won't talk.
I want you to identify him.

- Jack, bring Narvo in.
- Oh, please, Mr. Chan, I—

Well?

What's the matter?
Surprised to see your wife?

I don't know this young lady.

- David, what's happened?
- What's this all about?

Darling, I've told them everything.

- Who is this guy?
- Well, his name is David Elliott.

And he did go see Mr. Drake
about me this evening.

- But he had nothing to do with the murder.
- Well, maybe he didn't.

But he was the last person
seen in the library with Drake.

And Drake was killed with the same newfangled
poison gas that we found in Elliott's lab.

Maybe that Hindu sneaked into the library
after Mr. Elliott left.

- Yeah.
- You dispose of poison gas...

to Hindu customer recently?

No. Neither to a Hindu
nor anyone else.

I was secretly experimenting with it
as a base for a powerful explosive.

Well, maybe I'm wrong about you being Narvo,
but we'll have to hold you just the same.

- But why?
- Well, I've gotta make sure
he's telling the truth, don't I?

- Oh, Mr. Chan.
- Please. Be patient.

Inspector Vance
only doing routine duty.

Flynn. I want every Hindu
in town rounded up.

- All the Hindus in New York?
- Yes, that's what I said. Every Hindu.

And have 'em all
in the lineup tomorrow.

All right, boys.

Quiet! Will you get on your feet
and get back there.

Pipe down.
Pipe down and get back there.

You pipe down.

Phew! I never knew there were
so many Hindus in New York.

Number two son still
not recognize assailant?

They're all beginning
to look alike to me.

Hey, Frank. How many more
of these Ali Babas are there?

That's the last bunch, Inspector.

Hey. You with the raincoat.
Step out.

Lefty.

- Well, what's your racket?
- Racket?

I do not understand, sahib.
I am Hindu fakir.

Faker's right.

My dear sir, you are laboring
under a delusion.

You have the honor of addressing
the great Raschid...

grand lama of the Sacred Cult
of Psychic Believers.

Through me, souls are cleansed.

Wait a minute, buddy.

We're gonna start
with a little cleansing of your mug.

Come on. Sit down.

Cut it out. I'll get a "haby corpy" on you.
Cut it out.

Wait a minute. I'm a citizen.
Cut it out. Cut it out, will ya?

This is Shorty McCoy,
the Canarsie Kid.

He makes a living feeding
suckers phony religion.

- A guy can't make an honest living no more.
- Get him out of here.

- I'll go, but this is my bread and butter.
- Get out.

I got connections.
Don't forget that.

I'm gonna pull a fast one, Charlie.
Watch this.

Ramullah, step forward.

What are you guys
trying to do, kid me?

But, sir, all of
our names are Ramullah.

Excuse, please. Ramullah most common
Hindu name.

That's the guy!

- You mean this one here?
- Yeah.

- Are you sure?
- Sure, I'm sure.

- Okay. Take him in my office.
- I am honest man, sir. I do nothing wrong.

- This is outrageous.
- Joe, get rid of this crowd.

- Just a formality. Get up there.
- Say! You're the guy that slugged me.

Now look here, kid. Why don't you make up
your mind? You just said that guy did it.

Well, I thought it was him
until I saw this bird.

Energetic detective seems to have
as much difficulty making decision...

as fly in bakery shop.

Well, gee, Pop. It was kind of dark.
And this guy moved awful fast.

This young man is mistaken.
I've never seen him before.

- Are you positive this time?
- I've never been so sure of anything in all my life.

- All right. Take him in my office.
- Come on.

But hold on to that other fella.
This kid may change his mind again.

This young fella says
you attacked him last night.

- That's ridiculous.
- Who are you, and what's your business?

I'm a reputable dealer
in Oriental curios.

Here is my card, sir.

- "Aga 'Singe."'
- "Singh."

Mmm.

Where were you
last night, Mr. Singe?

- I was in my shop holding an auction.
- Where's your shop?

At 214 East Tressell Street.

- What time was the auction over?
- About 11:00.

Any of 50 people can tell you that.

Well, you seem to have a very good alibi.
Anyway, it'll be easy to check on.

Gosh, Pop, I guess I'm wrong again.

Okay, that'll be all.
I'm sorry we troubled you.

Show him out
and bring the other man in.

Say, Pop, I must've
been right the first time.

Ramullah!

- Is he dead?
- Yes, he's dead, all right.

- You are all right?
- Yes. Thank you.

Please, sit down.

- That was quick work, Bill.
- I didn't have a chance to get my gun out.

- Murphy got him.
- I didn't fire. I was afraid I'd hit the kid.

- Well, then who shot him?
- Please.

Shots come from outside.
One kill Ramullah...

other intended for Mrs. Narvo.

They must have come from that warehouse.
See? The window's open.

That's where they came from, all right.
I'll have it searched.

- No.
- Gee, Pop, aren't you gonna
help him find the killer?

Honorable police quite capable of
conducting search without humble selves.

You are very brave girl.

- Will not call upon you to face
other suspects tonight.
- Thank you, Mr. Chan.

Suggest you give police protection
to Mrs. Narvo.

Will you please excuse me? Have earnest desire
to visit East Indian curio shop.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Gee, Pop, somebody
got here ahead of us.

Look out!

I'll get him!

No. One man with gun
have more authority...

than whole army with no ammunition.

I'll never go on a case like this again
without a gat.

More interested to learn
what mysterious visitor seek to destroy.

Gee, Pop, what would a curio dealer
be doing with a laboratory?

- One moment.
- Say.

That's the same kind of glass pellet
that the tetragene was in.

Curio shop evidently disguised
for manufacture of deadly gas.

Perhaps search of office
will reveal formula.

Look. Kerosene.
Gosh, if we'd have been a little later...

Narvo or whoever it was would have
destroyed all the evidence.

Did you find something, Pop?

Look for other pieces.

Are these the ones?

Here's the formula for tetragene.

I knew Ramullah was the one
who made those pellets.

Huh. This is plan of new bomber,
similar to one destroyed two days ago.

Just as I figured. Ramullah was
really mixed up in this sabotage plot.

Our late honorable friend Mr. Drake
evidently on correct path.

Suggest we take this evidence
to Inspector Vance at once.

Come.

Finding that stuff at Ramullah's shop
sure puts Elliott in the clear.

- No use holding him any longer.
- That fella's as innocent as I am.

Has number two son forgotten he already
accused Mr. Elliott of being Narvo?

Aw, gee, Pop, I can't be right all the time.

Well, anyhow, I'll bet you
Boggs is mixed up in this.

I got it. Boggs is really Narvo,
and Ramullah was his servant.

- Boggs is also okay.
- What?

This cable came from
Scotland Yard tonight.

- "Recent information"—
- "Recent information...

proves Robert Boggs
falsely convicted."

This'll please Kirby. He's been phoning me
ever since we locked Boggs up...

saying he was sure he was innocent.

Mr. Kirby anxious to have
servant released?

Yes, so as soon as I got
the cable I let him go.

- How long since, please?
- Mmm, about an hour ago.

Say. You don't think the guy that gave you
the slip at Ramullah's could be Boggs?

Anything can happen in hour's time.

Inspector? Inspector, there's a guy outside
that's driving me nuts.

He says he's gotta see you right now
so he can go back to work.

You know I'm busy, Bill.

Find out if the laboratory has a report yet
and have Elliott released.

Okay, but that guy gives me the willies,
talking about a briefcase...

that belongs to some stiff
in the morgue.

Bill, will you do—

What? Why, you dummy! That's what
we're looking for, Drake's briefcase.

- Where is this guy? Bring him in here.
- Jim.

- Come on. Come on. Well? Well?
- I'm Frankie O'Shaughnessy, Inspector...

and I've been waiting to see you
for over 34 minutes.

- Yeah, yeah. Go on. Go on.
- Well, I'm from the British Imperial Club, see?

I'm not English, understand. I just work there
in the checkroom on the night shift.

- Never mind the details.
What's this about a briefcase?
- Well, I'm getting to that.

About 5:30 yesterday afternoon,
just after I came on duty...

some tall guy that I've never seen before
comes in and checks a briefcase with me.

He wasn't a regular member of the club,
so I asked his name.

- It was Hugh Drake. So?
- Yeah, that's right. So I checked it for him.

And, boy, did I get a shock tonight
when I see his picture in the paper...

- and read that he's been murdered.
- That was in the morning papers.

Why didn't you contact us before?

Well, I never buy
a paper in the morning...

'cause then I can read 'em all at night
at the club for nothing.

- Hey, I gotta be getting back to work.
- Briefcase still in checkroom?

- Oh, yes, sir. I'm holding it there.
- Nice work, kid.

Say, we didn't find a check
among Drake's effects.

Uh, pardon me, Inspector.

Here's that report
from the laboratory.

Mmm.

Well, the formula says it was tetragene,
all right, Charlie.

And the only fingerprints on
those bomber plans match Ramullah's.

Would suggest we all return with boy
to British Imperial Club...

and examine contents of briefcase.

Sure. Now it'll be easy. With Narvo's
photograph and fingerprints, it'll be a cinch.

All right, let's go.

You stay with driver.

Oh, but, Pop,
I wanna be in on this too.

Door of opportunity swing both ways.

Much better you stay
and watch for suspects.

Okay, Pop. You can count on me.
I won't let you down.

- Doubles again.
- I certainly am lucky tonight.

I'd say you are.

- Well, that's a little better.
- And will you accept the double?

No. No, you're too lucky for me.
I've never seen such dice.

- Got me for 120 already.
- Come now. Just one more game.
Perhaps your luck will change.

I've been looking for that
for the last halfhour.

Now I really must get home, Fenton. I'm late
now. I have an appointment with my broker.

Your broker, at this time of night?
Hot tip on the market, eh?

- Perhaps you'll let a fellow in on it.
- I will if it's any good.

Nice of you to have invited me, Mr. Fenton.
You have a very beautiful club.

- Here it is.
- Boy. Boy.

Boy! I say, boy!

Our hats.

- Oh, your checks, Mr. Fenton.
- Huh? Oh, blast.

What have I done with
these confounded things?

Oh, here they are.

I want to thank you for
a very pleasant evening.

Not at all. I'm sorry Kirby
couldn't come alone.

He's terribly upset about that awful tragedy
of Drake's murder, you know.

Yes, I know. I hope
they solve it soon.

If you ask my opinion, it'll take a smarter man
than that stupid inspector.

- Can I give you a lift?
- Wouldn't think of taking you out of your way.
I'll call a taxi.

Oh, not at all.
Oh, I've forgotten something.

- Uh, excuse me. Good night.
- Good night.

Say, boy. Boy,
I've forgotten something.

I had a check somewhere
for something I left yesterday.

What the de— There it is.

Yeah, that's it. Thank you.

For a minute I thought
we had something, Charlie.

Wishful thinking sometimes
lead to blind alley.

Please, you have keys
found on Drake's body?

Yeah.

Perhaps try smaller key.

- This does it.
- Excuse me.

I'm Mr. Kirby's butler.
I've come to pick up a briefcase.

Uh, thank you.

Why didn't you let me grab him?

Perhaps wishful thinking
about to be fulfilled.

- And to think I had that guy sprung.
- Come.

Taxi!

Say, Pop, I just saw a very suspicious-looking
character with a beard and a mustache.

Yeah. But I'm afraid
you have already missed bus.

Follow that cab and don't lose it.

We take stairs.

Oh, Boggs.
What's the matter with the bell?

I've been pressing it for several minutes
without any answer.

I didn't know it was out of order, sir.
I'll have it attended to immediately.

I have some papers here
Mr. Kirby asked me to bring over.

Well, he wasn't home when I left, sir.

Good evening, Mr. Jeffery.

Oh, uh, good evening, gentlemen.

- What's this? Another investigation?
- Maybe.

Uh, merely making friendly call on Mr. Kirby.

Will you come in, gentlemen, please?

Say, Pop, they've both
got briefcases.

Must compliment sprout
on keen observation.

Excuse. Can explain
possession of check...

to redeem briefcase
owned by Mr. Drake?

Mr. Drake? I didn't know
it belonged to him.

As soon as I was released tonight,
I came back here to resume my duties.

Mr. Kirby wasn't here,
but he left a message asking me...

to go at once to the club
and fetch this briefcase.

- The check was with the note, sir.
- May see note?

Uh, yes, sir. It's over here on this table
where Mr. Kirby always leaves his messages.

Thank you so much.

Uh, will you tell Mr. Kirby
we'd like to see him?

Uh, yes, sir. Will you gentlemen make
yourselves comfortable in the living room?

Please. May take briefcase?

Uh, certainly, sir.

You handle all of Mr. Kirby's
stock transactions, I believe.

That's right. I've got
Mr. Percy's account too.

As a matter of fact, I have an appointment
with him at his home now.

- Keeps you pretty busy, doesn't it?
- It certainly does.

Trying to keep ahead of the stock market
these days is no joke.

Gentlemen, Mr. Kirby
is not in the library.

He's no doubt in the bedroom.
I'll go and see.

May take liberty of
examining papers, please?

Of course. There's nothing
confidential about them.

This is sample of
Mr. Kirby's handwriting?

Yes, those are his notes.

Note supposedly written by Mr. Kirby
to butler resemble this handwriting.

But close scrutiny
reveals slight difference.

- What?
- Heavily crossed T's in note to Boggs...

not evident in stock notations.

- ByJove, you're right, Mr. Chan.
Kirby didn't write that.
- Are you positive?

- Absolutely.
- Excuse me. I'm afraid Mr. Kirby is not at home.

I've looked all over the apartment.

Mr. Kirby ask you to meet him here?

Yes, he telephoned me about 15 minutes ago.
Said it was very important...

I get these papers here right away.

- Was he at home when he called you?
- Yes, I presume so.

I'm late for my other appointment.
If Mr. Kirby comes in...

tell him those are
the papers he wanted.

Mr. Chan, if I can be of any further assistance
to you, you can reach me at Mr. Percy's.

- I'll be there for about an hour.
- Thank you.

- Find what we're looking for, Charlie?
- Sincerely hope so.

Excellent likeness of
Hindu servant Ramullah.

Mrs. Narvo assumed many aliases
hoping to avoid husband.

Well, never mind them.
Let's see Narvo.

Say, Pop. That guy doesn't
look like anybody in this case.

- Do you think we're
on the wrong track, Charlie?
- Must have patience.

Well, if that's a photograph
of Narvo, we're completely off.

Narvo fingerprint.

Faces may alter,
but fingerprint never lie.

Suggest comparison
with fingerprints of all suspects.

Yes, and the sooner the better.

- I'll give it to the driver.
- I'll take it for you.

- All right. Thanks, Jimmy.
- Tell him see they get to
fingerprint expert immediately.

- Say it's for the Drake case.
- Yes, sir.

But don't let anything happen
until I get back.

Please apply same caution to self.

Oh, you know you can trust me, Pop.

Would you gentlemen care to have a drink
while you're waiting for Mr. Kirby?

Say, that's a swell idea.
I'll have a rum collins.

- How about you, Charlie?
- Nothing, thanks.

Very good, sir.

- Oh, Boggs?
- Uh, yes, sir.

- Will you make that a scotch and soda?
- Uh, certainly, sir.

Charlie. Come here a minute.

- Yes?
- Looks like Kirby had company tonight.

What the— Kirby. Dead?

Yeah.

Deadly poison dropped into brandy.

- How about this one?
- Brandy only.

Killer evidently on very friendly terms
with victim.

Pop! Pop!

Admit number two son.

Pop! Pop! Let me in!

- Somebody socked me on the head
and stole the briefcase.
- What?

- Catch glimpse of assailant?
- No. Just as I stepped in the elevator,
he conked me.

- I just came to.
- Then they got away with our only evidence.

- What are we gonna do now, Charlie?
- Have addresses of suspects...

given you night of Drake murder?

Yeah. What are you
gonna do with them?

Telephone.

Say, that's a swell idea. You're gonna call up
and find out if those birds are home.

- Which one are you calling?
- Mr. Fenton first on list.

Hello. May speak
to Mr. Fenton, please?

Well, wake him up.
Most important.

Huh? Who is it?

What? Well, what is it?
I've retired for the night.

So sorry to disturb you, Mr. Fenton.

Merely wish to ask minor question.

Unimportant.
Can wait until morning.

Of all of the confounded stupidity.
Calling me up...

in the middle of the night to tell me
it can wait till morning.

Who was it, snooky?

- That blasted oriental
who calls himself a detective.
- Oh.

Are you checking to see ifJeffery
does have an appointment with Percy?

Hello. Lieutenant Chan
calling Mr. Percy.

Oh, Mr. Chan.
Uh, this is Jeffery speaking.

Uh, by the way,
has Kirby shown up yet?

Oh, uh, yes, Mr. Jeffery.

Uh, he is here.

Uh, may speak with
Mr. Percy, please?

Why, certainly. Oh, Ralph,
Mr. Chan wants to speak to you.

He's at Kirby's place.

Yes, Mr. Chan.
What can I do for you?

I'm at your disposal any time
but tomorrow morning.

We're testing a new bomber at 10:00—TR-4.
Maybe you'd like to see it.

Most interested.
Could extend invitation to other friends?

Why don't you ask Mr. Kirby?
I'm sure it'll be all right.

He invited all the guests who attended the dinner
he gave for Mr. Drake the other night.

Thank you so much.
Will be pleased to see you at airport.

Good night.

Think it wise to withhold news
of Kirby death until later.

Yes, but we're not getting anywhere.
Fenton's at home. Jeffery's with Percy.

Who are you calling now?

Mr. Elliott, who does not answer
ring of telephone.

Will call on Mr. Elliott tonight.

Perhaps Mr. Boggs like to witness test flight
of bomber plane tomorrow.

Oh. Why, yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

Please make certain all suspects at
Metropolitan Airport tomorrow.

What are we gonna do,
have a family picnic?

Very good idea.
Perhaps locate bad egg in picnic basket.

Are you going to have it ready
to go out in the morning?

Yeah. Just got a couple of things to check
on the inside, and she'll be all set.

- Boss expecting a lot from this job.
- He won't be disappointed.

See you in the morning.

Hey. Can't you find
a better place for that?

This worked before. It can't fall off the ledge
while the ship's level or climbing...

but when it goes into a dive,
it'll roll off and smash, see?

- Well, Ralph, that's a fine job you've got there.
- Splendid.

Thank you. I hope she performs
as well as she looks.

Well, I wonder
what's holding them up.

Well, there's a car coming now.

Good morning, Mr. Chan.
Where's Mr. Kirby?

Mr. Kirby will be delayed. Request you
take charge and proceed without him.

Oh, so sorry.
Uh, Miss West, this is Mr. Percy...

designer of bomber TR-4.

- How do you do, Miss West?
- How do you do?

Oh, believe you have not met everyone.
Please.

Pat. What are you doing here?

Uh, Miss West also interested
in witnessing test flight.

Uh, Mr. Fenton.
Miss West, may I present Mr. Fenton?

- Delighted to meet you, Miss West.
- How do you do?

I would like to know what was so important that
you had to call me in the middle of the night.

So sorry.
But important events...

like insistent alarm clock,
demand attention.

Will explain soon.

Uh, Mr. Jeffery.

Miss West, Mr. Jeffery.

- I'm glad to meet you.
- How do you do?

How would you people like to see
what the interior of a bomber looks like?

- A splendid idea.
- Would you mind if I went along too, sir?

- Not at all. Glad to have you.
- Thank you, sir.

- Come this way.
- I'm coming too, Mr. Percy.

- Who's the man with the derby?
- Mr. Kirby's butler. Name is Boggs.

- Did you spot your husband?
- No. None of them resemble Paul.

Charlie, I told you
this was a wild goose chase.

You did not recognize anything?

Voice, mannerism, perhaps?

No. I'm sorry.
I'd certainly know him if I saw him.

Eye easily deceived.

Same leopard can hide
beneath different spots.

I don't know why you're so sure
one of these guys is Narvo.

May be mistaken, but all facts
point to that conclusion.

Please remain with Mrs. Narvo.

Have urgent desire
to inspect bomber.

I don't get it.

I don't get it.

It doesn't seem to be working, Mr. Percy.

I'm sorry. I'll have to ask you
not to play with those dials.

- It's a very delicate instrument.
- Please keep hands in pockets— own pockets.

ByJove, Ralph, the equipment is magnificent.

Yes, there seems to be everything here
but the kitchen stove.

Kitchen stove most excellent weapon.

Good for cooking goose.

After all, I thought
this was a fighting machine.

Where are the bombs, torpedoes,
death-dealing devices and all that sort of thing?

Sorry, Mr. Fenton. These planes are
never armed until after the test flight.

The mountings for the guns
are installed however.

Sorry, I'll have to ask you
not to smoke here.

Is the bomb release control up here?

No, and like the speed of these ships,
that cannot be disclosed.

There are so many secret agents operating
these days, we can't be too careful.

Do you really believe that sabotage was responsible
for the crash of the TR-3 the other day?

Well, from all indications it would appear so.
However, we can't be too sure.

- Excuse me, please.
- Gentlemen, this is Lieutenant Cooper,
our test pilot.

- How do you do?
- Hiya.

Sure gotta hand it to you fellas,
risking your necks this way.

When you're doing it for bread and butter
you don't think much about it, sonny.

- Anything to make a living, huh?
- Mr. Kirby said he just wanted
a preliminary test this morning.

That's right. I'd take her up
to about 15,000 feet before you dive.

15,000 feet?
That's almost three miles.

- Okay, Mr. Percy.
- Boy, I'm glad I'm not going up with you.

Well, I guess if we've got
enough of these planes...

there won't be anything to worry about
from the rest of the world.

Should leave plane now?

Oh, there's plenty of time.
They're just warming up the motors.

However, I'll make sure.

Hey, Pop, we're moving!
Hey, what's the big idea?

Pop! Pop! Can't you
do something, Pop?

Do something, Pop.
Do something!

They're taking off,
and they're still in it.

Say, there's something
funny about this.

- Will somebody get that blasted pilot's attention?
- What's the big idea?

Pop! Pop!
Can't you do something?

If anything happens to me, Pop,
promise you'll carry on just the same.

Hang on, Pop.
Here we go!

He's the killer!
That's tetragene!

If anyone tries to stop me,
I'll smash this.

They're gonna land.
Come on.

Stop him, somebody,
before he drops it. Look out!

Cuff him, boys.
Come on. Put 'em on.

- Now, please!
- Never mind that talk.
You'll have time enough to talk later.

You are surprised to see us alive, Mr. Fenton?

Pellet merely contain harmless substitute...

supplied by chemist, Mr. Elliott, at my request.

- Have you got a room where I can
question this guy Fenton?
- Yes, you can use my office.

Okay, Charlie, bring the rest of'em over.
Come on.

Well, it certainly worked, all right.
I was beginning to think...

he wasn't going
to give himself away.

Desire to live still
strongest instinct in man.

- Nice work, Pop.
- Just a moment, Mr. Chan.

- You mean to say you planted
that pellet in the plane?
- Trick sometimes necessary...

in order to trap criminal.

Stolen plans ofTR-4
lead to search of bomber last night...

revealing presence of deadly pellet.

So you thought you were clever, huh?

Listen, buddy. I spotted you
from the time I saw you...

in Kirby's apartment
at the party for Drake.

You arrest two mechanics
employed by Fenton to sabotage planes?

Yeah, we got them, all right.
Here they come now.

Say, one of those guys was sent by Fenton
to take the briefcase away from Boggs.

Yeah, that's right.
This one here.

- Take him down to headquarters.
- Come on.

But, Pop, how'd
you get on to Fenton?

When compared address
given Inspector Vance...

with forged note left for Boggs...

handwriting identical.

But Mr. Chan didn't think
that was evidence enough...

so he had Mr. Percy send everyone
on the test flight...

- just so you'd convict yourself.
- Then he's the one who poisoned Mr. Kirby.

- What? Kirby dead too?
- Kirby?

- I didn't do it. I swear I didn't do it.
- No? Then who did?

I can't tell you. I wrote the note,
but I'm not guilty of murder.

- Sit down. Quiet!
- I tell you, I swear—

Now, look. Drake is killed
because he's investigating sabotage.

Ramullah is shot just when
we're gonna make him talk.

Then Kirby gets knocked off
so we won't know about the briefcase.

And you say you're
not guilty of murder?

One moment, Inspector.
Mr. Fenton telling truth.

- What?
- Merely carried out orders
of real killer, Paul Narvo.

You mean, he's not Narvo?

Master criminal known
to be much younger.

This man merely trusted confederate.

Oh. So you know who Narvo
really is then, huh?

Well, we'll soon
get that out of you.

- You better start talking, Fenton.
- He'll kill me if I tell.

Please. Would suggest moment's rest.

Would someone kindly get
Mr. Fenton drink of water?

- Charlie, will you let me handle this my way?
- Mmm.

I'll take it, sir.

Uh, here you are, sir.

One moment, please.

What's the matter?

Contains same poison
that killed Mr. Kirby.

- Thank you so much, Mr. Narvo.
- Why, you—

Desperate attempt to silence Mr. Fenton
reveal you to be head of sabotage ring.

Try to poison me, would you?
Yes, he's Narvo, all right.

How can he be Narvo?
His own wife didn't recognize him.

Mr. Narvo's countenance
completely rebuilt through plastic surgery...

on account of serious
automobile accident.

Operation on throat
alter tone of voice.

But inability to change fingerprints...

force him to have briefcase stolen.

No doubt he planned to escape
before duplicate set of prints...

can be forwarded from Scotland Yard.

But Mr. Fenton's arrest caused him
to fear immediate exposure.

So you made Narvo give himself away by
letting him have a chance to poison Fenton?

Charlie, I've got to hand it to you.

Oh, this was an easy case, Inspector.

You oughta be with us
on a tough one sometime.

Confidence of favorite son
like courage of small boy at dentist—

most evident after tooth extracted.