Mr. Moto Takes a Vacation Page #2

- No, I'll have nothing to do with this affair nothing.

Scared of the mighty Moto, huh?

Yes, I am. As long as he's connected

with this, I'm not interested.

What if I was to rub Mr. Moto out?

That would be a different story.

I say, Mr. Moto,

can you keep a secret?

It will be my earnest endeavor

to respect your confidence.

As you know, I happen to have certain links

in Scotland Yard my uncle, remember?

- Oh, yes, Sir Hector. How is he?

- Splendid. He's assistant commissioner, you know.

- Would you gentlemen care for something to drink?

- I wish you'd go

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Mr. Moto?

- A glass of milk, if you please.

- Uh, yes, sir. And you, sir?

- I'll take a lime juice and soda.

- Do you think you should, sir? Remember, you're driving.

Well, Uncle Hector told

I say, what did that fellow mean by that?

Please continue.

Have you ever heard of

a supercriminal called Metaxa?

Metaxa? Well, the name

does seem to strike a chord of memory.

Well, he's on the record

as being dead...

but Uncle Hector thinks he's still alive

lying low in America.

- Oh, so?

- Now, I've had a brilliant idea.

- No.

- To find Metaxa and get a candid portrait of him.

Think of it the only picture in existence

of the world's most famous criminal.

- Who are you talking about?

- Oh Nothing.

Just a bunch of rubbish.

What about a drink?

- Oh, mm-hmm.

- Thank you.

Do you know you look exactly

like the Queen of Sheba?

Oh, thank you.

Honestly, though,

she should have that crown on.

That's what she thought.

But we've gotta be very careful.

Naturally. Well, what you people ought to do

is to get Mr. Moto to look after things for you.

Oh, no. And please remember

that I'm on vacation.

In fact, I feel like each one

of the three monkeys.

I mean, if men like Metaxa

are loose in America

I say, that's awfully good about the monkeys.

"Hear no evil, see no evil," and all that?

- Oh, priceless!

- Did you say Metaxa was in America?

I say, I'm frightfully sorry.

I did let the cat out of the bag again, didn't I?

Well, that's what Scotland Yard thinks.

Mum's the word.

Ah.

Your Majesty and gentlemen...

I give you the crown of Sheba and its safe arrival

at the San Francisco Museum.

Fremont Museum.

This is the curator's secretary speaking.

I'm sorry, but an interview now

is quite impossible.

Professor Hildebrand's leaving for the docks

in a few minutes. Perhaps tomorrow.

- Professor Hildebrand, it's 11:20.

- Susan, look here a minute.

I'm sorry, but we have to go.

These are all pretty snappy,

aren't they?

Don't you realize we have to start?

Uh-huh. Anxious to see

the romantic Mr. Stevens again?

I don't understand you. The most exciting day

in the history of the museum...

and you sit here choosing neckties.

But haven't you forgotten

that Hendrik Manderson is calling for us?

He's late as usual.

We should take your car now.

No, I think we'll give him

a little more time.

Hildebrand, what's the matter with you?

What are you doing?

I've been sitting outside

in that car waiting for hours.

- My dear Manderson, we've been waiting for you.

- Meh. Morning, girl.

- Good morning, Mr. Manderson.

Perhaps you can make him hurry.

No, he's impossible. Forever trying to be

a young man again. Look at that. Just look at that.

D'ah! Don't be such an old ranter.

There's no harm in a man

trying to look his best.

Won't make any difference

in your case.

Come on, girl. Come on. The boat's due now.

Never mind. Never mind. I can walk alone.

How 'bout a little news for the press?

- Oh, there he is!

- Huh? How 'bout it?

- May I have your autograph, Mr. Stevens?

- And don't say, "Best wishes. "

Prof. Hildebrand, you alarmed by the superstition

alleged to be connected with the crown?

- Certainly not. And that's Hildebrand.

- Ah, I'm sorry.

- Howard!

- Uh, Mr. Hildebrand

- Howard, it's wonderful to see you.

- Susan, how are you?

- Introduce me, please, Howard.

- Oh, yes, yes. Of course.

Uh, Susan, this is Miss Eleanor Kirke,

a fellow passenger of ours. This is Miss French.

- She's really the mainstay of the museum.

- How nice.

That armored truck there

is about to transport our treasure...

to a specially constructed

vault in the museum.

I say, this is all

frightfully exciting, isn't it?

Oh, that chap with the weapon

looks as if he means business.

Oh, I say, can't you wait and say good-bye

to Stevens and the others?

I'm afraid not. One must not

start a holiday by being late. Good-bye.

I do wish you didn't have to run off like this.

Oh, Mr. Moto, wait a minute!

- You forgot to give me your address.

- I do not yet know it myself.

- Look here, how am I gonna get in touch with you?

- I shall call you at your hotel?

Ah. Don't forget now.

Cheery-bean.

Follow that cab.

Quick.

You're all loaded, boys. Pull her away.

Howard, you haven't forgotten

your promise to me, have you

- that I'm your personal guest at the great unveiling?

- Of course I haven't forgotten.

- Good-bye. - I wanna go to the

museum and see all that stuff unloaded.

How about a little cheerio at a local tavern

a spot, you know? On me, of course.

Well, it's about time.

Captain.

Get after 'em!

They tapped the driver and stole that truck!

- What?

- They're not real officers. They're phonies!

- Let's catch those blighters. I'm from Scotland Yard.

- Huh?

- I'm a detective!

- Oh!

Wait a minute!

Hold that car!

Get after that armored truck.

It's headed for the Embarcadero. Go on.

- Make it snappy. Everything okay?

- Okay so far.

You guys get movin'!

- Hurry, can't you?

- Yes, sir.

Be careful!

Look out!

Huh. I guess they got away.

- Nonsense. We can't give up now!

- I can.

Look there. That looks like

a sinister street. Try it!

That ain't "Sinister Street. "

That's Montgomery.

Where did you learn how to drive?

- Why didn't you put on the brakes?

- I ain't got none.

- Shut up and back that jalopy outta there.

- Can't back neither.

Look, my good man,

keep a civil tongue in your head. Huh.

No wonder you chaps have so many accidents.

You drive on the wrong side.

- Oh, a smart guy, huh?

- Never mind, Joe. Let's get goin'.

I know I've seen that one chap's face

somewhere before, but I

ByJove, he was the guard

in the armored car! Follow him!

- They went in there.

- They look mighty mean.

- I'll stay here and reconnoiter.

- Don't get hurt doin' it.

- You go and fetch the bobbies.

- Yeah, I'll get the police too.

Put it in Rocky's warehouse

and get the car outta here.

- Where will you be?

- I'll get in touch with you later. Hurry.

- Come on outta there and keep your hands up.

- Hello.

- Oh, so it's you.

- Yes, it's me.

- Who are ya spyin' on?

- Me? Spy? I

- Oh, no. I-I'm just an innocent

bystander... standing by.

There he is, our man!

Coppers! Look out!

Come on, boys!

- Is you all right, boss?

- I think so.

Well, we got two of'em anyway.

- Here it is, Sergeant.

- Nice work, men.

Well, you and your friend

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