Charlie Chan in Honolulu Page #6

I wonder what Mrs. Wayne was doing here?

They didn't act very friendly.

I wonder what Mrs. Wayne was doing here?

They didn't act very friendly.

Gee, but I'd hate to think

Miss Hayes killed her.

- What was that? Somebody was listening.

- Wait!

Caution very good life insurance.

I've been over this tub from stem to stern...

and there ain't a sign

of that dough anyplace.

- Did you find anything, Charlie?

- Yes.

Something concerning Mrs. Wayne.

Mrs. Wayne? I thought there was

something phony about that woman.

And that Cardigan guy is another one.

Now, I ask you, Charlie...

is it natural for the guy to travel around

with a jug full of brains?

Most unusual.

You've had men aboard

the Susan B. Jennings all night...

and as far as I know,

the only thing they've caught is a lion!

There is no time schedule

for solving a crime, Mr. Peabody.

But there is for running

cargo boats, Inspector.

As representative of the owners,

I'm giving you their final word.

If our ship is held up here another day,

we're suing the city.

Get me the Susan B. Jennings.

I'll see what's going on out there.

- Yes?

- I want to speak to Lieutenant Chan.

I can't get him now.

My ship is on fire!

- What?

- What's the matter?

- The ship's on fire!

- It's on fire? Why, it can't be!

Hello. Hello!

Captain Johnson! Hello!

I'm disconnected. Hello! Hello-

Captain Johnson! Hello!

Bring your fire hose forward!

Cover your hatches aft!

Make fast to starboard port!

Stand by your stations, you men!

Get all the passengers on deck.

- Aye.

- And man that number two hose.

- Come on, men!

- Close all the fire doors!

- How bad is it?

- We don't know yet. Stay on deck.

This way, men!

- Where's Pop?

- I don't know. I gotta get McCoy out of here!

Mac!

He's gone!

McCoy! Mac!

- What have you got in here?

- Stay away from this case.

- You'll have to tell me what's in it.

- My living brain.

- Your living brain?

- Yes, and keep your hands off.

Come on, you men, with that hose!

It's down here in one of these starboard

cabins. Bring your hose this way.

Come on, men!

Don't go in there, Captain.

It's a raging inferno!

Well, what do you think I'm looking for?

Get out of my way!

Come on, men!

Let her go.

Cut off your hose!

What kind of a gag is this?

- Unlike old adage, much smoke, but no fire.

- Smells like gasoline, sir.

If this is another one

of your tricks-

Interruption please. Only connection

with blaze was to extinguish same.

Then who did start it?

Have not yet

identified culprit.

Well, if you can't find out, I will.

Quiet the passengers,

and turn off the alarm.

- I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

- Aye, sir.

Gee, Pop, now who'd wanna start

a fire in a bathtub?

I- I must have dropped them.

Please explain reason

for arson attempt.

Well, I started it to make the murderer

think it was a real fire...

so that he'd grab the money

and try to leave the ship.

Then I'd nab him.

It was a trick you once tried, Pop.

- Remember?

- Idea excellent.

But bait only good

if fish bite on same.

But somebody did.

I saw Dr. Cardigan dragging a big box

out of his stateroom.

He said there was

a living brain inside, and-

Look out!

Thank you so much.

Gee, Pop!

Let's get out of here!

Hey, what's the idea?

Ship's on fire!

Hey, what are you doin' there?

- Did you hear that shot?

- Shut up, all of you!

- I have enough trouble without all this yammering.

- Excuse please.

- We heard a shot. Sounded like

it came from here. - Captain-

Own ears detect sound

of same gunshot.

Come on, come on, before you get hurt!

Go on, get down there.

- What is the meaning of this, Mr. Randolph?

- There's your man.

I caught him trying to go

over the side with this.

Gee, Pop!

The stolen money!

Yes, it is, Captain Johnson.

It is my money.

Please explain possession of same.

- I just found it, that's all.

I saw him take it out of a lifeboat.

He's probably had it hidden there ever

since he took it from Miss Hayes' room.

You're all wet!

I just happened to find it.

And I'd like to know who wouldn't try to

cop a sneak with his hooks on 300 grand.

There's no doubt about it.

He's our man.

- All right, Mr. Chan, make your arrest.

- You can't touch me.

- I'm in his custody.

- And that's where you're staying from now on!

- May examine key, please?

- Certainly.

- Thank you so much.

- Hey, give me that key. What's the idea?

Idea is both you and confederate

are under arrest.

Hey, you can't arrest me.

I'm Detective Arnold!

Contradiction please.

You are Mike Hannigan...

for whom San Francisco Police

search most diligently.

What are you talkin' about?

Where do you get that cockeyed dope?

Reward circular

with photographic likeness...

arrive by clipper plane

from San Francisco yesterday.

Body of real Detective Arnold,

murdered by these men...

recovered from Yangtze River

in China 10 days ago.

Pretty smart stuff pretending

to have McCoy in your custody...

so that the both of you could use my ship

to make your getaway to the States.

Captain! Captain! Mr. Chan!

Say, there's somethin' funny going on

on board this ship.

As if I hadn't

enough trouble with ghosts...

somebody drops this cannon

down the ventilator.

Please. Gun fired

in last five minutes.

Two shells discharged.

- Now you've got your evidence.

- Not so fast there, Captain.

That gun don't belong to me.

Here's mine.

- One moment.

- And that gun hasn't been fired.

Look at it.

Mr. Chan, will you take these men

out of here and settle this case ashore?

You have your murderers and your evidence.

Now, I've gotta get this cargo unloaded.

So sorry.

Cargo must wait.

But why?

What more proof do you want?

Proof of fingerprints

on discharged gun.

You will in 10 minutes, please...

have all passengers

assembled at your cabin.

- Well, all right.

- Thank you so much.

Dr. Cardigan.

As student of

criminal psychology...

would perhaps lend noted talents

to final experiment?

I should be very happy to do so.

Please, run thread underneath

blotter through hole.

Now, please remain

where you are, Mr. Chan.

It would seem that a certain theory

of mine was correct.

Detectives as well as murderers

invariably make one fatal mistake.

You should not have let this gun

remain on the desk behind your back.

Am aware of mistake.

We all make them.

I made one by turning around when

you dropped that coin to test my deafness.

I found it annoying,

but I feel better now.

Then prepare for relapse.

Took precaution

to remove bullets.

So that explains

your lack of nervous reaction.

Just another experiment

that has produced nothing.

Contradiction please.

Has produced one high-class set

of much desired fingerprints.

What's he bringing us up here now for?

- Let's get this over with in a hurry.

- Will do humble best.

- Sit down, Judy.

- Oh, thank you.

Please, will everybody

make selves most comfortable?

Miss Hayes,

entire amount of fortune intact...

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