Mr. Moto Takes a Vacation Page #6

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

all about the alarm system.

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

that an aspirin cannot cure.

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.

It's right in front of you.

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.

He arranged a meeting with me

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.

Please remain where you are.

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...

so that I might acquaint myself

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