Fog Over Frisco Page #5

Well, I'm not at liberty

to divulge the reason.

Arlene's departure was no surprise

as these gentlemen will agree.

- It was a natural move to expect.

- Of course I'm not the police,...

...but it's a mistake for you

to withhold any information.

It's not relevant. Don't

say anymore, Everett.

Come in.

Pardon me, Mr Bradford,...

...Miss Valkyr was called away

suddenly. She told me to give you this.

Didn't I tell you the

journal's fears were groundless?

Arlene is alive and

will be home shortly.

Give me that wire.

That's marked 2.50. That's only an

hour ago. She couldn't have sent this.

- It's a phoney.

- What the devil do you mean?

Arlene is dead. Murdered

I think. Her body is...

...is in the rumble seat of her car.

Don't sit there like idiots. Do something!

Butcher Town Bridge. Don't you

understand? The murderer's after Val.

Mr. Bradford, Sir, I'll get your car.

Press room. Spike Smith. Spike,

I want cops and lots of cops.

At the Butcher Town Bridge. And hurry!

The Bradford case is blown wide open.

- Let's go. Let's go!

- Yes, Sir.

Start the motor, driver!

Butcher Town Bridge and hurry.

- Hey, wait a minute, that's my cab.

- You mean it was

You're sure you're headed

for Butcher Town Bridge?

- I couldn't miss, boss.

- Give it all she's got.

We're flying now.

Come right along with

me over the bridge.

Don't worry. I'll take

you to your sister.

- I am very sorry, Mr. Bradford.

- Not a lucky day for you, Sir.

What are we gonna do now?

Listen. I'll hide out so she won't

spot me. You grab the letters...

...from the girl. And then

get what's in the rumble seat.

- Ok, boss.

- Look out, here she comes.

Whatever you do, don't hurt the

girl. We don't want her on our hands.

Where's my sister?

Where is the envelope

you were supposed to bring?

I haven't it. Where's my sister?

Come on, cross her.

I'll get what she got.

Let go off me.

- Come on, give us that envelope.

- I couldn't get it, it was too late.

- Come on, where is it?

- On the phone, at my father's office.

Let go off me. Let go off me I say.

- Where is my sister?

- Gimme your hand. You take her hand.

- Jake. Jake, there ain't no letters.

- Don't let her tell you that.

- Jake Bello!

- Get them, slug. Why did you call me?

Now we've got to take her

along with us. Go grab her.

- The cops are coming.

- Arlene is stiff for long

Take the sister, take the dame with us.

Help! Help!

Help!

- Val! Hold out.

- Help!

Val, hold out!

- Help!

- Grab him, grab him. Easy, easy.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Grab him, grab him. Easy, easy.

Is he all right?

Yeah, he's got a bad

gash back at the ear,...

- ... but I guess he's ok.

- Pull it over here. Now catch...

...that boat before they get away

with the girl. Come on. Pull it here.

Go on. Shove off!

Bradford sisters victims

of murder and kidnapping.

Police launch loses abductors in fog.

Arlene Bradford slain;

Step-aister abducted!

Murder and kidnapping

strike prominent family.

Arlene Bradford murdered.

Step-sister kidnapped.

We have a few details on the Bradford

case which has shocked the whole city.

Arlene Bradford, step-daughter

of the multi-millionaire...

...banker and philanthropist was murdered.

And Valkyr Bradford, the younger

daughter kidnapped by a gang of thugs.

Mr. Bradford had offered a

reward of fifty-thousand dollars.

No, madam. We've heard nothing new.

Wipe your shoes, men. This way.

- Clean your feet!

- I didn't step on anything. Right?

Be careful with those boxes of yours

and don't scratch the furniture.

Now after shoving the body of Miss

Bradford in the rumble seat of the car,...

...the intruder came up in the elevator

and stood quietly into the suite here.

- Coming up in the elevator. Are you sure?

- Miss Val and I were affected...

...by the sound of the elevator running.

Seeing no-one on the upper floors,...

...we both went down to

the garage to investigate.

When we got down there we found no-one.

But I did notice that the garage doors...

...were open. In any event,

he read the note left...

...by Miss Arlene for Miss Val.

It was pasted on the mirror there.

- But it was found here.

- Hold it! Hold it!

- What the devil are you doing?

- I just wanna give it a futuristic touch.

- Get down!

- But I gotta be up.

You'll be up for thirty days

if I I get my hands on you.

Come here!

The telephone conversation you told

us about, Would you recognize...

- ... the man's voice if you heard it?

- Well, I'm not sure.

But I do know where

the rendez-vous was.

Come on, who is the guy

she met here last night?

- I don't remember and that's the truth.

- Maybe Jake saw them.

Sir, who are you and what are you

sticking your nose in this for?

Come on, come on. Lay off the butler.

- We wanna see Jake.

- Oh, well Jake isn't here at all.

- He left yesterday for Sacramento.

- Yeah, where is he stopping up there?

I don't know. He said

he'd be back tomorrow.

You tell him we wanna see him...

...and don't you be

taking any little trips.

Well, according to his brother,

Jake Bello, he went to Sacramento.

Send out a dragnet for him. He

might be any place but Sacramento.

I'm not taking any chances.

- Who was around the house that night?

- Mr. Bradford, Mr. Porter -one of his...

...partners, and Mr. Maynard- manager of

this Honolulu branch and Mr. Carlton,...

...Miss Arlene's fianc

- at least he was until yesterday.

- Don't forget yourself.

- Fortunately Mr. Bradford,...

...and Mr. Maynard, Porter and I were all

at the house when the telegraph came.

That's a punk alibi. Carlton looks

like the best bet. Where does he live?

Sherman Arms.

Dead since some time last night.

Shot right through the temple.

Ah, the girl's ring.

- Might have been the motive.

- "Forever in my heart, Arlene"

Hah, chief. Looks like an

open-and-shut murder suicide case.

No, no, Carlton has been dead too long.

Mr. Bradford might know

something about the gentleman.

- Don't forget the guy from the Islands.

- Yeah, the fireworks didn't start until...

- ... he showed up.

- He brought bad news.

Carlton and Miss Arlene were up to their

necks in the stolen securities racket.

You sure got good ears.

We had a tip on that.

- Go on, spill the rest of it.

- Well, there is a lot of money involved.

You see, Carlton's

system was to substitute...

stolen securities for bona fide bonds...

...and stocks belonging either

to us or held for our clients...

He then sold the good

securities and credited them...

- ... to Miss Bradford's account.

- Except in our case.

He shipped off the stolen stuff,

never dreaming we'd check...

- ... the serial numbers.

- No news, eh?

Keep up the search.

Increase the reward if you think best.

Do anything. Anything to save my daughter.

Well,...

...Let's go home, Everett. We can do

nothing more until the vault opens.

I don't want to go home now. I

feel closer to things down here.

We've been checking over Arlene's

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