Mr. Moto Takes a Vacation Page #6
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Poor faithful Wong.
Have the police
been notified, Mr. Moto? L
I- I must call them at once!
I understand that my news is a shock,
Mr. Manderson.
Yes. But how did you find it out, Mr. Moto?
Hello, operator?
H- How did you find it out?
Where did it happen?
Hello. Oper Op
What is the matter with
this infernal thing? Hello?
Someone deprived this instrument
of all utility.
I don't understand any of this.
If, Mr. Moto, as you say, you're out to catch this,
uh, legendary Metaxa person...
you are no more
on holiday than I am.
Perhaps I have the busman's
conception of a holiday.
It's preposterous.
The scoundrel's been dead for years.
Please accept my assurance
that Metaxa is, uh, abundantly alive...
conducting his existence
right here in San Francisco.
I don't believe it.
Uh, do you really think
he'll try to steal the crown?
Assuredly. A man with
Metaxa's psychosis...
will be unable
to resist the impulse.
Then it must have been he
who cut the telephone wires!
Good heavens!
He might be here, now, in the museum.
- Why don't you call the police?
- Oh, no.
I have journeyed a long way
to find Metaxa, and...
I do not wish to give
him cause for alarm.
Alarm. ByJupiter! I've forgotten
Gentlemen, we have no real problem.
The beam system, then,
is in working order?
You may bet your shirt
on that, Mr. Moto.
- I set it myself before dinner.
- Well, you're certain this time?
Of course I am.
I don't make
a mistake twice, Manderson.
But to satisfy you, I'll show you.
There.
Hmm?
What? I-It's ruined!
- Completely ruined!
- Yep. Someone did a thorough job of it.
Now we must tell the police.
Hello. Hello. Give me the poli
What? Wha Oh!
- Uh, come with me. I'll notify the guard.
- Professor Hildebrand!
Come quickly! There's a man lying
on the floor out there.
- I think he's dead.
- What?
- Where?
- Here.
- Why, it's Mr. Featherstone.
- Yes. He came in with me.
- Uh, well, is he alive?
- Indeed yes.
Purely a temporary concussion.
Uh, Susan, did you see anything?
Why, I heard a noise, looked out,
and saw him lying here.
Then I distinctly heard
someone running away.
And from what direction
did that sound proceed?
- Right from the doorway, there.
- Oh, so?
I'll get my first aid kit.
Mr. Stevens.
May I ask what you are doing here?
I might ask you the same question.
I came by to pick up Miss French.
Wh-What's happened?
Oh, this is a lot of tomfoolery.
Can't you call a doctor for that boy?
There's nothing the matter with Mr. Featherstone
Mr. Stevens, would you be
of material assistance...
by carrying him into the office?
He's coming to.
- Who struck you, my friend?
- Me... taxa.
What?
Metaxa is in America.
One golden rule to follow: Never
Hildebrand.
Hildebrand, what are you standing there for?
Wh-What are you waiting for?
Why don't you call the watchman?
- Yes.
- I think it would be more desirable...
were we to ask Mr. Stevens to come into
the inner office for a little chat?
Me? Am I right in assuming
that you think I socked Featherstone?
- Step inside, please.
- Yes. Yes!
Be so kind as to tell me
when he recovers.
Don't make a sound.
Where is the switch to the alarm system?
- You have nothing to fear if you tell me.
- Why
It's on the other side of the desk.
You'll have to let me get over there.
Go on!
- I warn you, do not attempt to mislead me.
- Oh, I wouldn't.
Then where is it?
Under the carpet. There's a spring on the floor.
- Where?
- There.
- I see nothing.
- You have to roll back the carpet.
- You show me.
- I can't.
I can't see it!
Mr. Moto!
Mr. Moto!
Congratulations, Miss French.
And Mr. Stevens.
Why, i-it's Borodoff.
Oh, well, what does it mean?
- Is he Metaxa?
- He tried to find out where the alarm switch was.
- Uh-huh. Your Bolshevik. - Borodoff is
a criminal, but not of Metaxa's standard.
He and his partner are well-known
to the French and English police...
and, uh, until a few months ago,
they operated in Shanghai.
His accomplice is known
to all of you as Miss Eleanor Kirke.
I- II don't know what it all means.
Now, if this man isn't Metaxa,
and Stevens
But there are many other criminals,
Professor, who covet those jewels.
For instance, that gangster
Joe Rubla and his associates?
Well, any fool could see that, Mr. Moto.
But what about Metaxa?
Yes, Mr. Moto. Now, have you changed
your opinion, or do you still believe...
- that Metaxa will come here tonight?
- He's here now, Professor.
- In this room.
- What?
What on earth do you mean?
You see, last night, Wong chanced
to discover Metaxa's identity.
in order to collect the reward...
without endangering himself.
But, uh, Metaxa guessed
his intention, and...
uh, stabbed him before
I reached the rendezvous.
Fortunately, however,
before he died...
he was able to reveal
Metaxa's alias.
Professor Hildebrand,
will you be so kind...
as to accompany me
to police headquarters?
Oh, yes, yes. Of course What?
Why, this is outrageous!
I had nothing to do with this, nothing!
I refuse to go with you.
Oh, so? In that case,
I feel we must use persuasion.
Mr. Stevens, please guard Professor Hildebrand
and Monsieur Borodoff...
until I arrange for
an official arrest?
And do not hesitate to
use this if necessary.
How dare you! I'm Roger
Chauncey Hildebrand.
You all know me!
This accusation's monstrous!
- Gentlemen, the case is closed.
- Mr. Moto, congratulations.
I shall see you all later, at Headquarters.
I believe he's Metaxa! I say, sir, would you
pose for a candid portrait exclusively tomorrow?
- Certainly not!
- Hildebrand...
if you're really the scoundrel
who killed Wong, I
Excuse me, I want to call
a cab and make arrangements...
for Wong's funeral.
- What are you waiting for?
- There's somebody in there!
Hey, somebody's in the vault now.
Reach for it! Get down
out of there and keep those hands high!
- Hey, we ain't done nothin'.
- No!
The guy you want's inside now
lifting the crown.
- Aw, save that malarkey.
- Look for yourself!
Say, Moto gave us a good tip.
This mug is Joe Rubla, all right.
Yeah? We have got ourselves somethin'.
Come on.
One moment, Mr. Manderson.
I regret that I must ask you
to put down your weapon.
I trust you will not be so foolhardy
as to attempt escape.
Escape? From you? My dear Moto,
I know your reputation far too well.
You may drop your
characterization now, Mr. Metaxa.
Oh, yes. Uh, may I have the crown,
if you please?
You are very clever, Mr. Moto. I flattered myself
that I had completely hidden my identity...
but I see that my sense
of security was false.
It would be most distasteful to me...
should I be obliged to shoot you.
- Excellent makeup, Mr. Metaxa.
- Thank you.
Perhaps you would be
so kind as to remove it...
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