Mr. Moto Takes a Vacation Page #3

did a pretty good job.

We saved the crown,

and only one man got away.

Look here, Inspector. That man was the ringleader,

and I got a jolly good look at him.

- Oh, you did, eh? Could you identify him?

- Rather! I'd know him anywhere.

"... declared

Mr. Featherstone stoutly.

"Confident that the daring young

Englishman will identify the ringleader...

police are conducting a widespread search

for the missing gangster. "

- Ah, shut up!

- This is worse than I thought.

- You can't stay here. It's too dangerous.

- Keep your pants on.

The Frisco cops don't know me, and this limey

ain't gonna put his finger on me neither.

We'll take care of that smart guy

the same way we done with Mr. Moto.

Sit down.

Oh, it's you. You been long enough.

What happened?

I got here as soon as I could.

The whole police force is out looking for you.

- Never mind that. Did you follow my orders?

- Well, don't get sore, Joe.

I tailed Moto from the pier, but before

I could get him, he drove up to the city hall.

- Yeah? And?

- And went out to lunch with the chief of police.

- So Moto's still alive.

- Well, it's not my fault.

By that time, news came out

aboutJoe's run-in with cops.

I was lucky not to get picked up.

I told you I didn't want anything

to do with this unless Moto was eliminated.

- Now both of you leave here at once!

- Wait a minute, chiseler.

I'm gonna do just what I said I'd do.

And I'm gonna get the crown too, see?

Then you better make your plans, because at the

moment it's very unwise for you to remain here.

I'll be downstairs closing the shop.

See me before you leave.

Now listen. I ain't leavin' here.

You call Tony and Nick. We've gotta get that

limey and Moto. And no more mistakes, see?

Praise the Lord!

Amen!

Hallelujah!

Praise the lord!

- A bag of lychee nuts, please.

- Yes, sir.

- Please. Thank you.

- Like some?

Me too, please.

- Oh, excuse me.

- Thank you.

- Gentleman wishing to try lychee nuts, please?

- No, thanks. Me no "wantee. "

Why it's Mr. Moto!

- I-I mean, Mr. Sh-Sh-Sh

- Shimako.

Shimako. You see?

I haven't forgotten your alias.

- Featherstone never forgets. Try one?

- Oh, thanks.

- I rather expected to find you here.

- You did?

Oh, yes. Every tourist

first visits Chinatown.

I say, what an extraordinary day.

Did you happen to read about my adventure?

Yes, indeedwhich is my reason

for wanting to find you.

Huh? Well, that's funny,

because I've been looking for you.

There. See for yourself.

Not here!

- We'll never get a chance like this again.

- No, you fool. Put that away!

- I fear that you have exposed yourself to extreme danger.

- Really? How?

The man you have promised to identify

will certainly desire your removal.

But if you really wish

to be a successful detective...

there is one golden rule

which you must follow.

- Oh, is there really? Tell me.

- Never become a fatality.

Oh, Mr. Moto.

They're shooting at us

with a silencer! Get back!

Somebody just ran out!

That shot came from the inside!

No, from the opposite

direction. Observe.

- Come on!

- Let's catch him!

He's climbing up!

He's running along the ledge!

Get back!

There he is!

- Help me up, will you?

- It's too late, my friend.

But your Uncle Hector was right.

Metaxa is in America.

- Do you believe that was Metaxa?

- Undoubtedly.

Such phenomenal agility

carries conviction.

Do you think the ruffian who tried

to steal the crown at the pier was Metaxa?

Definitely no.

The methods are far too different.

I say, they'll have to be awfully careful

who they let in the museum tomorrow.

"Adams"? Pass in, please.

- Borodoff.

- "Borodoff"?

- Correct. I assure you, my invitation is in order.

- Just a minute, please.

- Oh, yes. Borodoff. Pass in.

- Thank you.

- Press.

- Just a minute. Admission card, please.

Look. My job's to dream up some art

on this crown dingus, and I gotta get it.

And my job's to see that no one gets in here

without a special pass. And no cameras.

- Well, you can't do this not to the Record Bulletin.

- No? Next, please.

- Dr. Pascal of Denver.

- "Dr. Pascal"? Oh, yes, Doctor. Pass in, please.

"Williams"?

...for such a crown, quite exclusive, don't you think?

- Oh!

- Oh, I am so sorry. My clumsiness was inexcusable.

Oh, it was my fault really

as long as the mirror's not broken.

I've decided. Tonight.

Oh, it's all right, and no bad luck.

- I am indeed relieved, madame.

- Yes.

I was afraid I was late, Howard.

- You're not cross with me, are you?

- Why, uh, uh

- Hadn't I better remind Professor Hildebrand it's getting late?

- Hmm? Oh, yes, darling, yes.

And tell him he ought to have been

more careful with his invitations.

Oh, I'm so happy for you,

Howard, and so excited.

I- I can't congratulate you here.

I'll wait till dinnertime.

- Well, really, I-I I don't think that I

- Oh, now, Howard...

you're not going to spoil

the lovely party I've arranged for you?

Ladies and gentlemen, before I admit you

to the home built for our priceless treasure...

I should like to pay tribute to the two men

who, upon this unique occasion...

deserve the major credit:

Mr. Howard Stevens, and Mr. Hendrik Manderson.

Uh, Mr. Stevens, as you all know...

was the leader

of our expedition

Excuse me a moment.

I forgot something.

While Mr. Manderson, noted for

his philanthropic activities...

generously gave the final donation that

enabled us to properly finance our expedition.

And now, as curator

of this museum, I shall, uh

Unlock the gates

thereby demonstrating

the elaborate precautions we have taken...

to safeguard our incomparable relic

from any further felonious attempts.

May I point out that this vault

is protected by invisible light beams...

which, when broken,

cause a series of alarms to be sounded.

Oh, I say, that's a jolly good idea.

All the mechanical devices

which science has been able to conceive...

are incorporated

in this impregnable chamber.

You may be assured that

the crown of Balkis, Queen of Sheba...

will rest here

in serene dignity forever.

Ladies and gentlemen,

uh, you see this key.

Now suppose for a moment

that I were a thief

- And that I were fortunate enough

to possess this key.

Now, I approach the gates.

I insert the key in the lock.

At this moment, may I suggest

that the ladies place...

their delicately gloved hands

over their shell-like ears?

I can assure you that the din that will ensue

will be, as the youngsters say

Simply terrific!

All right.

Everybody ready?

Now, then, hold tight.

Hmm. Something must have

Oh, well. We'll see what happens

when I open the gates.

- Someone must have pulled the switch.

- Well, uh, of course, the

the electrical current must be off,

or some minor fault.

You know, it's only

only just been installed.

Well, perhaps it's just as well.

We can all now enter the crown chamber

without alarm.

Gather around.

Ladies and gentlemen...

behold the crown of Sheba's queen.

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