Mr. Moto Takes a Vacation Page #5

And, uh, you would like

to teach him a lesson, perhaps.

Oh, I sure would.

They tell me this jiujitsu...

fixes it so a little fella

has a chance with a big bruiser.

Sometimes,

if one catches one's adversary off guard.

- Would you show me how, please? Right now?

- Right now?

- Yeah.

- Well, one simple throw.

Now, suppose you are that big bully.

Now, step right over there.

- Here?

- Yes, uh, start attacking me, swinging viciously.

Come on, Benny.

Be vicious.

Gee! Do you mean

I could do that to Butch?

Undoubtedly,

with the proper leverage.

Excuse me, Benny.

Yes? Speaking.

Who is this?

This is Wong,

Mr. Manderson's servant.

- I met you in the museum this afternoon.

- Yes, Wong.

What is it? Can you not tell me now,

if it is so terribly urgent?

Not over telephone.

I must see you tonight.

- It concerns the case you're working on.

- Very well.

- And where shall I meet you?

- At the Laughing Buddha restaurant.

The Laughing Buddha restaurant?

I shall be there as soon as possible.

Excuse me, I have to leave at once.

- You goin' out to detect somethin'?

- I hope so.

Boy, I'd sure like

to help you sometime.

Perhaps. Sometime.

Say, squirt. Beat it downstairs

and clean out the spittoons.

Do it yourself!

- What did you say?

- I don't suppose you heard me.

What happened?

- A very promising start.

- Thanks for the lesson.

I'll be back tomorrow

for another one.

I beg your pardon

Likee booth, please?

- You wish to order, sir?

- Yes. Later.

I beg your pardon, sir,

but I've been attacked and robbed by ruffians...

who have relieved me of my wallet.

It's very embarrassing, but I need

a little carfare to get to my residence.

- Certainly. Where do you live?

- In Liverpool.

Oh, so? This will assist you

to begin your journey.

I thank you, sir, and you will get

your reward in heaven.

Likee booth, please?

I'm expecting to meet a friend here

a Mr. Wong?

Mr. Wong? Oh, yeah!

Come this way, please.

I regret that I am unpunctual.

Be quiet.

- What happened?

- Mr. Wong is quite dead.

- You kill him!

- No. He was killed from in there. Step aside.

- Who was in here?

- A man. A white man.

- He came in right after Mr. Wong.

- What did he look like, please?

I- I couldn't tell. He kept his hat on,

and his coat collar up.

- He had the strangest eyes.

- Oh, so?

You will get your reward in heaven.

I say, could you tell me

Why, it's Mr. Mo Mr. Shimako!

Funny how we keep

bumping into each other.

- Mr. Featherstone, you are ubiquitous.

- Am I really?

Well, I'm looking for

240 Grand Avenue...

but I don't seem

to be able to find it.

Probably because

this is Sacramento Street.

Sacramento Street?

Fireworks. Well, this weather

does make everything seem a bit sinister.

But I... wonder if you would

help me find the place?

Certainly.

Now, listen, Joe. I tell you,

he's trying to double-cross us.

If he isn't, then why did he go

to the museum this afternoon...

when he had told us he's going

to Oakland, on business?

- Oh, he did that, did he?

- Yeah! I followed him.

I've had a hunch all along he was just

using us to do the dirty work!

Go tell Mr. Perez I wanna see him.

- Now?

- Yeah. Now!

What's the use

of putting things off?

Say I've got something

very important to say to him.

Okay.

- What is it?

- Joe's got something to tell ya.

- Says it's important.

- Later, later.

- The young Englishman may be here at any minute.

- Well, I'll let him in.

I wouldn't keep

Joe waiting too long.

You know how nervous he gets.

You, uhYou have a message for me?

- Sure.

- Well, what is it? We can't waste time like this.

How did you like

the museum this afternoon?

I was gonna tell you

about that, Joe.

I made a detailed plan

of the crown room.

It should prove very helpful to us.

Hand it over.

I said hand it over.

You're makin' a mistake, Joe.

I arranged with the Englishman

to come here tonight.

As soon as he's out of the way,

then you can proceed.

- Gimme the map.

- You'll find it's complete.

- Even to the location of the light beams.

- Thanks.

What's the matter with you, Joe?

Have you

- Have you gone crazy?

- Try to double-cross me, will ya?

No, no.

I wouldn't do that, Joe.

Don't, Joe. Don't.

- Don't. Don't, Joe.

- I guess you had to learn sometime.

240. I say, do you realize

where we are?

- What an amazing coincidence!

- Perhaps "contrivance" would be a more suitable word.

- Would it? Why?

- I will ask you a question.

- Who directed you to this place?

- A nice old gentleman I met in the museum.

- He broke my camera. We made an appointment to replace it.

- Oh, so?

- He's outside now, and Moto's with him.

- Yeah?

Do you understand that

you are the only person...

who can identify that gangster

who stole the armored car?

- Yes.

- This is undoubtedly their rendezvous.

- Wh-What?

- Taxi!

The Fremont Museum, please. Quickly!

Get the car.

Looks awfully dark.

I don't think there's anybody here.

- What do you want?

- I'm Mr. Moto, of the International Police.

We wish to come in.

My business is urgent.

- Oh, yes. I remember you. You were here this afternoon.

- That's correct.

So were you.

Come in.

Bad night. I suppose

you want to see the curator.

- Professor Hildebrand is here?

- Oh, yes. He just came in.

He'll be glad to see you.

He's got the jitters about that crown.

May I suggest that you notify the police

to have the museum watched?

I suspect there will be an attempt

to steal the crown tonight.

Yes, sir. I will, sir. Just as soon as

I show you to the curator's office.

Thank you.

I know the way.

Oh!

Look out!

What is it?

Footprints, byJove!

You're very perceptive,

Mr. Featherstone.

I say, Mr. Moto

- Do you really wish to be of assistance?

- You bet your boots I do.

Then come with me, over there.

Station yourself right here.

I can trust no one else.

Remain silent

and inconspicuous and watch.

- Stay here, don't show myself, and watch.

- That's correct.

Mr. Moto, i-if I do see anything,

what shall I do?

Inform me immediately.

I shall be in the curator's office.

- I may enter?

- Mr. Moto, what are you doing here?

I wish to see Professor

Hildebrand, please.

- He's playing chess with Mr. Manderson.

- Oh, so?

- I'll tell him you're here.

- Please.

Right this way, please.

- You didn't expect me to move

that knight, did you?

- An infantile play.

- Good evening.

This is a surprise, Mr. Moto.

We are kind of, uh...

keeping vigil, as you might say.

Excuse me.

Your move.

Oh, leave me alone. I can't play chess

with these constant interruptions.

Forgive the intrusion, gentlemen...

but I have some sad news.

- Whatever do you mean?

- The news is for Mr. Manderson.

I regret to inform you that your servant,

Wong, is dead.

What?

- What are you talking about?

- He was killed uh, less than an hour ago.

Ki Do you mean, murdered?

Yes. He was stabbed

with a desk knife.

What? I can't believe it, Mr. Moto.

How did it happen?

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