Mr. Moto's Gamble Page #7

come and go for years.

I built them up from chumps

to champions...

and I've seen a lot of them end up

just where they started.

Of course,

Bill might be the exception...

but I hate to think of my little girl

taking a chance on it.

Darling,

you are breaking my heart.

- Anyway, go down and wish him

good luck for both of us.

- He's still my choice for the championship.

- And mine too.

- Be careful, Bill.

- Don't worry, honey.

You're just nervous.

I can take care of myself.

Yeah? That's what

Frankie Stanton thought.

Lay off. Penny,

you'll have him all upset.

When you get in that ring, I want you to forget

all about Frankie Stanton... and her.

Don't think of anything

but that "champeenship," and you'll win it.

Okay, Tom.

Well, good luck, Bill.

- Keep your chin up, Penny.

- Yeah?

Keep yours covered up.

Uh, just a minute. If Bill wins tonight,

he'll be champion.

- That's what you want, isn't it?

- Naturally.

- And you don't care if he gets half killed doing it.

- Maybe you'd rather see him lose.

I can't stand to see Bill hurt

in the ring or out of it.

All you care about him is that

he's the coming champion.

When Tommy Callahan was champion,

you were just crazy about him.

You dropped Tommy

when he lost the title to Kid Burke...

and you went around with Burke

till he got knocked out.

You wouldn't give Bill a second thought

if he looked like that.

- Would you?

- You're darn right I would.

Semifinal coming up!

Trainin' on beer and blondes was your idea.

Now take your beating.

After tonight,

you and I are through.

Maybe you'd like

a little short-end dough against your boy.

- Maybe I would.

- What do you mean, short-end dough?

The odds are 2-to-1

Steele wears you down in five rounds.

Wait a minute.

Don't you start pullin' any of

that "five round" stuff tonight.

I'll stop that palooka

in the first round.

What happened to Frankie Stanton

ain't gonna happen to me.

You never can tell.

Some of these days, I'm gonna plant

this right on that guy's chin.

Save it till you get in the ring.

You just haven't got

what it takes.

Now try again and put

a little more English on it.

Hey, wait a minute, buddy!

Try this.

And here comes Bill Steele.

Hold everything.

Here comes the champ.

The champ looks a little overweight tonight

but he can put up a whale of a scrap

in any kind of condition.

- Got your poison on tonight?

- Sure. Right here.

Now a fighting pose, please.

- All right Hold it

- That's enough.

All the players in our little poker game

seem to be present, Mr. Riggs.

Things oughta start happening any minute.

This is the main event

of the evening.

Fifteen rounds of boxing for the heavyweight

championship of the worid.

Introducing, at 179,

the challenger

Bill Steele!

The heavyweight champion,

at 194

Biff Moran!

The referee George Blake!

Let's go!

Look out for the splash

when Moran hits the canvas.

Come on, Biff!

Take nine, Bill!

- Gabby, Bill's hurt!

- Aw, he just can't take it! The big palooka!

- Come on, Bill!

- Come on!

- Fight, Bill! Fight!

- Break it up! Break it up!

Bill! Bill!

Oh! Bill!

Bill's just letting Moran

carry the fight.

- Biff hasn't laid a glove on him.

- You better watch that referee then.

Somebody's giving him

an awful beating. Ha-ha!

Excuse me, Miss Benton. McGuire wants you

to come down to Steele's corner.

Thank you.

You can't let him whip you, Bill!

- It's for the championship!

- That's all you care about.

- You've got to stop it, Tom.

- I know what I'm doin'.

Oh, please!

Before he's badly hurt.

He's all right. Now go and sit down,

or I'll have you put out.

- That goes for you too.

- But you sent for me.

That's the first I heard of it.

Keep your shoulder up, kid

He's swingin'high.

He'll crowd you,

so roll with the punches.

Good evening, Miss Benton.

Oh, Good evening, Mr. Moto.

Oh! Oh, Bill! Come on!

Oh, come on, Bill!

- Come on, Bill!

- Give him that ol' left hook!

Anybody come out?

Clipper McCoy.

He went upstairs in the elevator.

- When he comes down, keep an eye on him.

- Right.

Hey! Hey!

Darn it. I knew we'd be late.

- Anybody in there?

- Sir?

- We want two good seats down front.

- Sorry. We're sold out.

He's sold out.

Do you know who we are?

Sure. A couple of guys

that ain't gonna see the fight.

Why

Say, I know a place where

we could sneak in. Come on.

What did I tell you? You hit him

with everything but the time clock...

and he comes back

as fresh as a daisy.

Aw, shut up.

I'll get him this round.

Come on, Bill!

Oh!

Get up, Biff!

Out!

The new heavyweight champion...

- Bill Steele!

- Bill did it!

- He did it, Mr. Moto!

- Yeah, but we're not doin' so good.

I told you, if Bill got into that ring,

he'd be champion.

- Let's go back and congratulate him.

- Pardon me, please.

But we hope to catch the murderer

within a few minutes.

You'll be safe if you remain here.

You mean you know who he is?

- I think we do.

- Linda, if the criminal is loose in this crowd...

the safest place for you

is upstairs in my office.

I don't want to see you and your daughter

get hurt. Stay right here.

You can't endanger her life You've got

to let me take her upstairs Come along!

Wait. I insist

that you remain.

Thank you, Mr. Benton.

Your own actions have proved

that you are the murderer.

And you almost committed murder

trying to prove it.

Permit me to correct you.

I removed the bullets early this evening.

When I announced that I would

reveal the murderer tonight

I knew he would try

to prevent me...

so I took the precaution

of, uh, looking under the ring...

among other places.

I deeply regret the necessity

of using a father's love...

for such a purpose.

All right, Benton.

Hey, Max! Louie!

Stop that guy in gray!

Out of my way! Gangway!

Hey!

- Did Benton come down this way?

- Yeah. He just took the elevator away from me.

Hey, Mike, Jimmy! Watch this elevator.

Grab anyone that comes out.

Cover the front stairs.

You take the back ones. Come on.

- Stand right there.

- Wha-What do you want?

I found out this morning that you welshed

on a bet in Chicago for 50 grand.

L I made that good.

Sure, with the dough you gypped me

out of on the Stanton fight.

You're crazy. I bet on Stanton

and lost. You know that.

That was just to cover up.

You're a smart guy, Benton.

It took me a long time

to catch up with you.

Give me a chance.

I was in a spot.

- I'll get the money. I'll pay off.

- This is the pay-off.

Well, I was afraid Benton

would do something like this.

This is not suicide, Mr. Riggs.

It's most unusual to shoot oneself

in the back.

And without a gun.

Well, I'll be

Every time we solve a murder,

somebody murders the murderer.

Now we gotta find him.

Come on.

Wait, Mr. Riggs.

He will soon return

by the only way

he could have left.

Yeah.

We caught this guy comin'out of

the elevator with a gun in his pocket.

It is most unfortunate

you were so impatient, Mr. Clipper.

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