Mr. Moto's Gamble Page #6

is permitted to occur...

I hope to produce the murderer

before it's finished.

You mean the fight will

bring him out in the open?

If I were sure of that,

I'd sell tickets myself.

To reveal a snake,

one must overturn the rock.

Get me the boxing commissioner.

- Okay, Biff.

- Sure I am.

All right, Steele.

- Who do you think you're shoving?

- Save it.

Wait till tonight

to knock his block off.

You never saw the day

he could whip the champ.

All right!

Lay off, or I'll run you both in.

There's a law in this town

against fightin' outside the ring.

- What's the idea of stalling us?

- How about a statement on Steele?

- Coroner gonna be the referee?

- Didn't I tell you to stay outside?

Nobody's givin'any statements around here

except me, and I ain't got nothin'to say.

- You can't treat the press like that.

- Why all the secrecy?

That's what I'd like to know. Who pulled

the strings to get this fight on tonight?

I plead guilty, Mr. Crowder.

You see, some people save strings.

I pull them.

I suppose you got a good reason

for sticking your nose into this.

Oh, yes.

A very good reason.

Mr. Riggs and I have promised

the district attorney...

to arrest the murderer

tonight at the ringside.

Why wait till then?

This is Mr. Moto's party.

I don't know what he's got on his mind.

All I know is I got a nice pair of braces

for the guy when he points him out.

If it's one of us, make the pinch now

and get it over with.

You appear strangely anxious,

uh, Mr. Clipper.

Aw, say, listen Doc, there's a fight

goin'on tonight.

Will you examine my boy

so we can get outta here?

Come on, Steele.

Calm down, Bill.

Your heart's pounding like a trip-hammer.

That's the way

I'll pound Moran tonight.

Oh, you're gonna use

a hammer this time?

- Oh, yeah?

- Break it up. Wait a minute.

Put your hands down

and keep 'em outta your pockets.

Open that door and go down

the hall to the service elevator.

I suppose you know kidnapping

is punishable by death in this state.

So is buttin' in other people's business.

Go on! Get goin'!

If I should decide to resist,

you wouldn't dare to shoot me.

The noise would attract attention.

- You wanna get goin'?

- Yes, sir.

- Where did that shot come from?

- Down the hall.

There's an open door.

What happened?

Oh, just a little scuffle.

- Well, are you hurt?

- No, thank you.

- Do you know who he was?

- No.

But I think we have a mutual acquaintance.

Thank you, Lena.

Evening, Lieutenant.

I sure hope your bluff works, Mr. Moto.

In poker, the man

with the poor cards...

very often wins on a bluff,

doesn't he?

And sometimes

he gets shot tryin'.

I wish I knew who sent

those mugs after you.

- I think I know.

- Who?

The murderer.

I've got the men placed

as you ordered, Lieutenant.

Okay, Smitty. This place is so full of bulls,

it looks like a rodeo.

I can't figure out why Mr. Moto

left us here in the clink.

I don't know, Wellington. Pop used to

leave me in jail once in a while too.

Guess they figure

it keeps us out of trouble.

If you ask me,

I'd say it's professional jealousy.

That's it. He's afraid

we'd catch the "homicider."

What would you do with the murderer

if you did catch him?

What would I do with him?

I'd hold him until the cops came.

And if he tried to take it on the lam,

why, I'd shoot him.

Watch out!

It might go off!

It wouldn't hurt you

even if it did. Lookit.

You certainly had me scared for a minute.

Look. Look at that!

- That's the murder gun.

- Wow!

Take it. Take it away.

Put it down. It's full of poison.

- Where did you get it, Wellington?

- Let me see now.

This is one time you've got to remember.

That gun's a clue to the murder.

- I'm tryin' awful hard.

- Come on, Knockout. Come on.

- Come on. Come on.

- It's no use.

Say! Sometimes I remember things

when I get hit on the chin.

No foolin'.

Take a poke at me and see, huh?

Go on. Hit me hard.

What do you think I got,

a glass jaw or somethin'? Hit me.

No, no, no.

Here. Do it like this.

Get the idea?

I think I get the idea.

That's the technique.

Now throw another one.

Can you remember now?

What's goin' on in there?

Ah! Breakin' up

the county's property, huh?

You'd better be savin' your energy

for that there rock pile.

You've got to let us out of here.

We just made an important discovery.

Show him the gun, Wellington.

- Put that thing away.

- Don't be afraid.

- It's only a water gun.

- It's full of poison.

Poison? Well, throw it

out the window.

- No, no. Give it to me.

- Look, Mr. Sheriff.

- You've heard of the Stanton murder?

- Sure.

- Well, that gun's the one that killed him.

- With a water gun?

How do you know,

and what are you doin' with it?

He found it, and there's some

of the poison we shot out of it.

Hmm! Say, it appears to me you know

a heap about this Stanton case.

- I'm one of the detectives working on it.

- So am I.

Have you boys been drinkin'?

Of course not.

Now look, Sheriff.

Let me show you

just how Stanton was killed.

- Yeah.

- Get over there, Wellington.

- Now, here's the prizefight ring.

- Yeah.

- This is Stanton.

- Yeah.

You're sitting over here,

and your name is Connors.

'Tain't at all.

It's Tuttle. SheriffTuttle.

Connors was Stanton's manager,

and you're just taking his place.

Oh, I guess that's all right.

- Now, uh, let me have the water gun, Sheriff.

- Nothin' doin'.

Look, Sheriff, you're playing

the most important part in this whole thing.

But I can't go on

if you won't help me.

Don't you realize the publicity

you'll get if we crack this case open?

Well, if you put it that way.

Here you be, but remember

no tricks.

Thanks. All right, Wellington.

Move the sheriff into position, will you?

- Keep your eyes on the arena.

- Yeah.

- Remember, the victim is about

to meet a terrible fate.

- Yeah.

- The fight is on. The men weave about.

- Yeah. Yeah.

I'm the murderer. I can't get a bead on

Stanton because the men are moving too fast.

- What do you do?

- I move over to here.

- At last, I see an opening I point my gun.

- Opening. Point.

- Then I shoot splash! And make a getaway.

- Shoot. Yeah.

Hey! You let me out of here!

Sorry I can't finish

the case for you, Sheriff.

- But I'll let you know when I do.

- You'll go to Alcatraz for this!

Bert! Oh, Bert!

What a crowd! What a crowd!

I certainly worked to put this one over, boss.

The fact that it's a championship fight

had nothing to do with it.

Maybe it helped. I wish we could have

a murder for every fight.

I gotta go down and show the gentlemen

of the press how to spell the word "colossal."

And I'm going down

to see Bill.

You've been seeing him

quite often, haven't you?

Well, why not?

He likes me.

He's young, good-looking

and the next champion of the worid.

Listen, Linda. I shouldn't have to tell you

anything about this game.

- You've grown up in it.

- And love it.

No. You only love the glamour

and excitement of it.

Why, I've seen boys like Bill

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