Charlie Chan in Panama Page #5

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her alibi awful quick.

Bad alibi like dead fish

cannot stand test of time.

Meantime, suggest thorough search

for more light on Mr. Compton's identity.

Oh, you know me, Pop.

I never miss a thing.

Pop!

Is he dead?

No heart strong enough

to hold bullet.

Wh-What does the passport

say his name is?

Passport and photograph

say "Cliveden Compton."

Then he isn't Ryner.

Or wait a minute.

Maybe he is, and the baroness killed him.

She has a strong motive

Please, please. Call police.

Hello. Operator. Operator!

They don't answer.

Hello, Seor Chan.

Seor Manolo,

may use telephone for urgent call?

- Why, yes, of course. Come in.

- Thank you.

There is the telephone.

Connect me with military police.

- Have one of mine.

- Thank you.

Captain Lewis, please

Captain Lewis,

Lieutenant Chan speaking.

Regret to report death of Mr. Compton

at San Pablo Hotel.

Mr Compton murdered

- Thank you Will wait here

- [Handset Settles In Cradle]

- When did this happen?

- Sometime earlier this evening.

- Did you hear the shot?

- Oh, no. I-I just come home.

Quick! Where you get cigarette?

Why, I-I found them

on the table in your room.

- Well, what is wrong?

- These are cigarettes from Mr. Godley's body.

Godley? Why, they are poison!

Seor Manolo

How you know secret shared

only by police and murderer?

[Murmurs]

[Jimmy Groans]

[Groaning]

I'm going, Pop.

Everything's going black.

[Groans]

Suggest postponement of deathbed scene.

Cigarette quite harmless.

[Groans]

Huh?

You-You mean they

they weren't Godley's?

Boy, oh, boy!

Why don't I think of nifties like that?

Say, you just proved Manolo

knew how Godley was killed.

- He's Ryner.

- Perhaps.

Gee, if that gun could only talk,

it would tell us who tried to kill you.

Gun can be made to talk.

Observe, please.

Art of ballistics prove that bullet

from Mr. Compton's body...

fired by same gun

also aimed at humble self.

No doubt about it.

The test bullet matches the murder bullet.

Marks left by gun barrel

on bullet like fingerprints.

And you say this gun the gun that killed

Compton is registered in Manolo's name?

Yes. The police have been

on the lookout for him...

ever since he ducked out

of the hotel last night.

Charlie, do you think

Manolo could be Ryner?

Could be, or confederate.

If that's so, where does Compton come in?

Why was he killed?

Will know more when identity

of Mr. Compton established.

We're checking on that

as fast as we can.

He could be Ryner.

So could the missing Dr. Grosser.

In fact, any one of them

could be Ryner

Charlie, the fleet goes

through the canal today.

We've got to break this.

You've got to get Ryner.

Will do humble best.

That map might have meant something

to Compton or the man that killed him...

but it doesn't tell me anything.

"X" marks the spot.

But where's the spot?

We take path here to right.

Mr Chanl Mr Chanl

Come over here quickly.

There's someone alive in one of these tombs.

I was photographing the stained glass window

in one of the older tombs...

when I heard someone groan.

I'm sure it came from there.

And, Mr. Chan,

look at the name on it.

[Lewis]

Achmed Halide?

Isn't that the name of the Egyptian

who was on the plane with us?

- You heard sound from inside?

- Distinctly. Like a groan.

In view of what happened to Mr Godley

and then Mr Compton

I decided it was wiser

to get help than to investigate alone.

Most wise. Suggest you remain outside

and away from door.

[Muffled Shouting]

- What, again?

- What are you doing here?

Gee, Pop, am I glad to see you.

Why, it's your son.

Features familiar as markings on bad penny.

Now, son unharmed?

- Yeah.

- Please explain.

After you left for the governor's office,

I saw Halide leave his shop.

- I decided to follow him.

- He led you here?

- Yeah Did you see the name on the tomb?

- [Charlie] Yes

Well, I got it all doped out

The real Achmed Halide is dead

and this fellow Ryner, whoever he is,

is posing as Halide.

'Cause what would a guy that's alive

want with a tomb?

Say, there's something

in what he says, Charlie.

Unless you consider his nationality

and possible religion.

Miss Finch is right.

Not exceptional for Egyptian

to prepare final resting place before death.

Sounds awful screwy to me.

Son's grammar result

of expensive American education.

Did Halide enter tomb?

No. He circled around to the back

and then disappeared.

I waited almost an hour

before I decided to investigate.

Even in graveyard,

son forgets parable of angels and fools.

Well, I didn't exactly rush in, Pop.

But the door was open,

so I thought I'd take a look around.

And just as I started

to investigate...

somebody hit me over the head

and dragged me over here.

- Did you get a glimpse of who jumped you?

- No.

I was standing just about here

when it happened. Yeah, just about here. Ahh!

Gee, I-I didn't break my neck.

You're lucky, son.

Parent extremely grateful

for son's safety.

Also discovery of hidden tomb.

Someone here recently.

- Is it safe for me to come down?

- Well, suit yourself, lady.

What's this, Pop?

Clothing too modern for corpse.

Look for identification

of living man.

Okay, Pop.

I won't miss a thing.

Mr. Chan, come over here.

Look.

Mirror, makeup pencil

all articles necessary for disguise.

Nothing in these clothes, Pop.

All the labels have been cut out.

Charlie, look.

Container designed

to treat contents gently.

- This one's empty. No smell.

- Oh.

- This one's full.

- Please.

Empty tins cause for alarm,

not full ones.

What do you mean, Mr. Chan?

Go on up, Miss Finch.

You too, Jimmy

- Gee, Pop, you look almost scared. What is it?

- Explosive.

Explosive?

Empty tins indicate contents

recently transferred to different containers.

Gee, if some of the stuff isn't here,

he must have taken it into the canal zone.

He's going to blow up the canal.

Sincerely hope

son exaggerating as usual.

Oh. I asked for excitement,

but I didn't expect anything like this.

Gosh, this is terrible.

- What's the matter?

- Why, the door. I-I can't open it.

- Dad, it's locked!

- What?

Oh, Mr. Chan, do something.

Hiya.

Okay. Better get a new card

before this one falls apart.

- Hi. Need any help?

- Oh, no, no. No, seor.

- Aw, come now. I'll give you a hand.

- Uh! No!

Up she goes.

- What's the matter?

- Well, if I break a bottle, I

- Oh, they dock you, huh?

- Oh, s, seor S

- Well, haveJoe sign for

this supply in the office.

- S

Aw, it's some more

of that front office stuff.

I suppose we'll have to do it.

Gee, I'm thirsty today.

- Give me a cup.

- S, seor

See you next week if we don't

get too thirsty by then

- Hasta la vista.

- Hasta la vista

They left here

at 11:
00 this morning.

Any hint about where

they were going?

There's something gravely wrong...

or Captain Lewis would have communicated

with me sometime during the day.

And with Chan also missing, gentlemen,

I confess, I don't know how to proceed.

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