Charlie Chan at the Wax Museum Page #4

The museum has one.

- May examine, please?

- Why, certainly. This way.

[Thunderclap]

Here we are.

It hasn't been touched.

Killer use similar tube-like implement.

You going to search everybody

for something as big as that?

No.

So big.

You knew chair designed

to electrocute occupant.

- You're still crazy.

- Observe wire cutters.

Uh, that figured in the Willden auto murder.

It was used by the killer.

- This young woman use same to sever lethal cable.

- You're all wrong.

Injured finger produced by act

of untwisting wire...

which held implement to shelf.

Received identical wound

just now doing same.

That's a mighty impressive deduction, Mr. Chan.

But you couldn't sell it to a jury.

Am not ready for jury.

Please, can explain presence here

instead of own chair when light returned?

Why, of course. I got up to see

what caused the flash. Nobody else bothered to.

Mind you, I'm not making

any accusations...

but in the darkness, Mr. Lane seemed

to lean past me toward Dr. Von Brom.

That's right.

The killer had to lean forward to take aim.

- Oh, now, you couldn't mean me

by any chance, could you?

- [Sighs]

- That looks like a toothpick.

- Please.

Do not touch possible evidence.

- [Machinery Creaking]

- Mr. Chan. Mr. Chan!

There's someone inside!

Step out, please.

Don't shoot, Pop.

Will please explain presence of one dummy

inside another dummy?

Well, I couldn't stay away,

and I didn't wanna bother you...

so I got into this fella to watch.

- While in chess man, did offspring

make use of own eyes?

- You bet I did.

- What you see?

- Well, nothing suspicious.

That toothpick It's gone.

Valuable clue lost

because offspring imitate dummy.

One of us took it

when all eyes were on the chess player.

Hollow toothpick made from goose quill.

Possible blowgun.

- Let's search everybody.

- No use. Small object easily destroyed.

Well, all you have to do now is find out

who uses that kind of toothpick.

Let's preserve any possible fingerprints

where the toothpick was discovered.

I'll cover it.

There's your quill toothpick.

- Gee, Pop.

- Number two son must have been shoplifting

at Automat.

- We got another broadcast to do.

We better be goin'.

- Contradiction, please.

No one may leave

without permission of police.

- But I've got to phone my city desk.

- Must wait.

Suggest all gather

in office of Dr. Cream.

Uh, this way, please.

[Thunder Rumbling]

Do not recall presence

of woman in black...

at murder of Broadway Butterfly.

Why, I've never seen her before.

Why, she's alive.

Can explain presence here?

I must have fallen asleep.

Are visiting hours over?

Have been here long?

I don't remember.

You witnessed events

leading up to murder?

Murder?

I heard nothing.

- A man has been killed.

- Oh, yes.

But that was long ago

10 years ago.

How could I forget?

I still wear black for him.

He was killed murdered.

Please, would mind

joining others in office?

[Thunderclap]

- Mrs. Rocke!

- Mrs. Joe Rocke?

- [Mary] Are you sure?

- Well, I oughta be. She's a client of mine.

- How long has she been here?

- We don't know.

- Dr. Von Brom sent her husband to the

- Let me have that

Wait a minute.

Police calls come first. Okay, Pop?

Well, did you find

the blowgun on her?

Man murdered tonight

was Dr. Von Brom.

Careful, Mr. Chan.

She's easily upset.

Police headquarters?

I want to report a murder.

I'll connect you

with the Homicide Bureau.

It's Jimmy Chan callin' the cops.

[In Lower Voice]

Homicide Bureau, Lieutenant Leslie speaking.

Yeah, yeah. Mm-hmm.

Von Brom

Somebody got him with a poisoned dart...

shot from a quill toothpick.

What'll I tell the kid?

Tell him the cops are comin'.

We'll be right over, Mr. Chan.

Don't let anybody leave the building,

and don't touch anything.

You don't have to tell me, Lieutenant.

I've handled a case before. Okay.

- They're on their way.

- Good.

Everyone remain here and possible clues

at scene of crime will not be disturbed.

You mean, it's easier

to keep an eye on us this way.

- Please, Doctor, desire to see electric switchboard.

- Oh, certainly.

- I was just going to suggest that.

- Wait here with other witnesses.

Okay, Pop. I get it.

These suspects won't get away from me.

Suspicion is only toy of fools.

Come.

- [Door Closes]

- Oh, I I didn't mean

I hope I haven't offended anybody.

Oh, that's all right.

We all know that one of us is a murderer.

Sure. No.

Say, I'm not so sure about that.

Pop!

- Oh, Pop!

- [Thunderclap]

Pop, I forgot to tell you.

There's somebody else in this museum.

He disappeared into a cell.

I saw him when I came in.

Say, Pop, don't you feel well?

- Don't you know a wax dummy when you see one?

- [Thunderclap]

Say, you're not supposed to be out here.

Get back in the office.

Who's tellin' me?

All right.

[Thunderclaps Continue]

- What did you do with that gun?

- You mind your own business. Let me handle this.

- Look, will you please go home?

- No.

Dagan's here.

I'm going to settle with him too.

- Dagan! How do you know?

- Never mind.

But I know.

You people had no right

to sneak away.

Well, I thought the body

ought to be covered.

- It looked like you were goin' through his pockets.

- No, I was arranging the sheet.

Get back in the office,

please.

Okay, Mr. Chan.

- Boo!

- Don't do that!

Oh, Jimmy, I'm so sorry.

- What are you doing here?

- Believe it or not, I'm looking for a telephone.

Oh.

Most odd that owner of museum

cannot explain wedding of electricity...

with chair reserved for humble self.

I assure you,

I don't know how it happened.

- Say, Pop

- Please, why you not remain with others?

Well, uh, th-there's something

I forgot to tell you. I saw

- Willie.

- Uh, gentlemen, I pronounce this man dead.

Please remove the body for autopsy.

- My night watchman. Perfectly harmless.

- [Chuckles]

It's the swellest execution I ever made.

Even the lights went out.

- You threw switch?

- Sure.

The warden himself He came right in here,

and he made me head executioner.

- Please, description of warden.

- There isn't anyone. He imagines all this.

That's what he thinks.

[Chuckling]

- Can recall warden?

- Sure:

About so high, and dark,

and smooth face...

- and, mmm, looked like an evil choirboy.

- Uh-huh.

Just imagination.

- Pop, I've got a theory.

- Quiet, please.

Uh, tell me exactly what you do.

At 8:
20,

just like the warden told me...

I pushed the switch

and electrocuted Red Maddox.

Where is warden now?

I don't know.

He went out that way.

There is no warden.

- May examine room, please?

- Why, certainly.

Pop, listen!

Like busy mosquito,

offspring keep chasing parent.

- Why?

- Well, there's something I've got to tell you.

None of those people in there are guilty.

There's another man in this building.

- You see him?

- Yeah. He disappeared into that cell.

And then when I looked,

he wasn't there.

I swear he came in here.

- This gentleman you observe?

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