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It's too bad Belmont escaped, but at least I captured Farrell. Farrell? Yes,

I left him at Morello's hotel, handcuffed.

So I'll have to fix this tire and hurry back before Belmont gets to him.

Losing that Stradivarius violin was bad enough.

But having Farrell captured by Blake was even worse.

That's right. We need Farrell.

Yes, I know.

I'll free him as soon as possible.

But I can't make any plans until I know what Blake intends to do with him.

You can't very well walk into his office and ask him.

No.

But I can let him sit there and tell us everything we want to know. Water?

Oh, yes, over there.

Did you get any information from Farrell?

No, but I found this in his pocket.

I'm quite certain it's the key to a post office box.

And if that's where Belmont gets his mail, we're on the right track.

Joyce, will you take this key to the postmaster and see

if he can tell you which post office branch issued it?

All right. That's the last time we'll use that post office.

Supposing they can't locate that box for Joyce.

Then we'll have agents watch every post office in the city.

My dear, this is a wonderful opportunity for us to get Joyce Kingston.

With her in my hands, I can force Blake to release Farrell.

We'll simply exchange prisoners.

That's smart thinking, Jim.

Hello?

This is Blake.

Rita Parker?

Listen carefully, Blake. We're holding your secretary a prisoner,

and if you want to save her life, you'll have to release Farrell within two hours.

Let Joyce come to the phone, so I'll know if you're telling the truth.

I think I can convince you without that.

We got her as she came out of the post office building

with that key. Now, do you believe me?

Maybe.

Remember, you have just two hours to decide.

And by the way, don't waste time having agents watch the post office branches.

We won't be using the mails from now on.

Wait a minute.

She hung up.

Belmont's holding Joyce a prisoner and threatens her life unless we release Farrell.

How do you know? From what Rita Parker said on the telephone.

We've got to get Belmont now.

Let's question Farrell once more. He won't talk, Jerry.

Well, it's worth a try. Come on.

I got it.

How did you ever guess there was a dictaphone in here?

Because Rita spoke of my agents watching the post office branches.

And I didn't mention it until after Joyce had left.

Here, open it up. See what type it is.

See what range it has. Anything that will give us a clue.

I know this type well.

It has a range of only four blocks.

There's a lot of buildings within an area of four blocks square.

Wait a minute.

Look, see this little loop?

It's a directional area.

What position did you find this gadget in?

Like that. It's pointing to the north.

That means whoever was listening to us is within an area four blocks to the north.

This is our district. Let's see what's north of here.

The mid-city park takes up three blocks,

but that leaves only one block of buildings to cover. Yeah,

those buildings are a department store, a row

of small shops, And on this corner, a theater.

The old Velasco. But that's been closed for two years.

And that's exactly where I think we'll find Belmont's headquarters.

Belmont himself in this district? He'd be just like him.

He's very daring and always does the unexpected.

I'm gonna take a look at that theater.

Someone's tinkering with the piano backstage.

Put her in the closet and then get out of sight.

Toss your gun away, Blake.

Miss Kingston's already here.

Before I ring down the curtain on you, Blake,

I would like to know how you found your way here.

By the way, haven't you forgotten Farrell?

I thought you wanted to exchange him for Miss Kingston.

Bring him in, boys.

When Jim Belmont fired at me, his bullets went through the closet door.

I heard a scream and a fall.

Later, when I opened the door, she was lying there, dead.

It was tough luck for her.

It would have been worse luck for me if Rita hadn't hidden herself in the closet.

She was standing directly in front of me when Belmont fired through the door.

She got the final payoff from her own boss.

In the final analysis, even Jim Belmont wasn't so smart.

He could easily have been a leader among men if he'd picked an honest profession.

Instead of that, all he gets is a police burial.

This is the entire file on the Jim Belmont and Associates.

Mark it, case closed.