Nancy Drew... Reporter Page #5

- Tag him on a whisker, Soxie.

- The kid ain't got no whiskers yet.

He has too.

Wow, chalk one up.

Well, chase him for a change.

- How much time left?

- Come on, Ted. Don't be so nice to him.

Attaboy, Ted. Come on, hit again,

hit him again. Come on.

Come on, Loogan. Come on, hit him.

Do something, hit him, hit him.

Attaboy, Ted. Now, you got him.

Ted.

Ted, Ted. Oh, Ted, speak to me.

Speak to me. Ted, what happened?

That's what I was just about to ask you.

Try three, five, two, four, four, nine.

Gee, I wonder what they're doing.

I don't know, Killer.

Maybe they're both insane.

Hello, this is Soxie Athens.

Is my girlfriend there?

No soap.

Dear, there's only one more

we can call, and that just has do be it.

- If you got the rest of them right.

- Oh, I'm sure I have.

Yeah.

Oh, look at me. I'm ruined.

I won't even dare show up

for my tennis lessons now.

Tennis lessons?

Ted, is that girl you've been playing

with a tennis teacher?

Sure. It's Helen Winfield, the champ.

Those lessons cost me one... fifty a copy.

Tennis teacher. Oh, that's wonderful.

I mean, I'm sorry

about your lessons, but...

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Nothing. Nothing. Now try that other

number three, five, two, four, four, O.

Maybe you ought to be psychoanalyzed.

Oh, I'm going home

and getting me a cookie.

Get me one too. I'm gonna stay here

and find out what it's all about.

Okay, pal.

Room clerk, Beldenburg Hotel.

This is Mr. Soxie Anthens.

I'm calling my girlfriend.

She isn't here just now, Mr. Anthens.

- It's the place, how do I get her name?

- Be strategic.

Yeah. Yeah.

Do you know where Miss... went?

No I don't, but I'll see

if she left a message in your box.

- Soxie lives there too.

- Really?

No, there's no message, Mr. Anthens.

Shall I tell her you called?

Just a moment. Oh, Joe,

did Miss Lucas take your cab?

Yeah. Why?

- Her name is Lucas.

- Yeah.

She went to the Mandarin Cafe,

Mr. Anthens.

Well, thank you ve...

Thank you very much.

Mandarin Cafe.

Have you any money?

- Well, not to brag about.

- Neither have I. Don't eat too much.

Oh, boy, a Chinese place.

Mary Nickerson.

We just love Chinese places. Don't we?

- Yeah.

- Where did you hoodlums come from?

Thought you'd get away from us,

didn't you?

Yeah.

- You're going home.

- We are not.

We might get lost.

We're going with you.

- Over my dead body.

- Mine too.

Well, I guess I'll just have

to call up Nancy's father then.

Oh, all right, all right.

I suppose we'll have to do it.

On one condition, when the waiter takes

your order, you say "I'm not hungry."

- But I am. How about you, Killer?

- I'm starved.

We haven't enough money.

Are you going to cooperate with us

or not?

- How about it, Killer?

- Sure, we'll play along.

Okay, let's go.

Wait a minute. Let's just try this once.

Now, I'm the waiter.

What'll you have, pests?

Chop suey.

- No. No.

- No, No. Look, we're broke.

We can't buy you any food.

- Would you settle for a glass of milk?

- Well, we might go that far.

Okay. It's a deal.

Ted, why do you have to have a sister?

Ask Ma.

Oh, I'm afraid this is a little too close

to the orchestra.

This will be fine.

Thank you very much.

Ted, did you see?

She's right in the next booth...

...with Miles Lambert.

- She is?

Something's funny.

I'm positive that's Soxie's girl.

I think she's stepping out

with Mr. Lambert.

- Do you suppose Soxie knows Lambert?

- He might.

Let me out.

- What for?

- Never mind.

Never mind that.

Come on.

Maxie's Gym. Soxie.

- Hello.

- Mr. Anthens? This is a friend.

Would you be interested in knowing...

...that Miss Lucas is dining

with Miles Lambert...

...at the Mandarin Cafe?

- Who's talking?

Who'd you call?

I phoned Soxie about Lambert

and Miss Lucas. And was he mad.

- Suffering cats.

- We may learn something important.

When he gets here,

something's sure to happen.

Yeah, probably a tong war.

What you order, please?

I'll have some egg foo young.

- And you?

- Just tea.

And you too, please?

Glass of milk.

- And chop suey.

- Yes, yes.

Ted, look.

- Soxie.

- You cheap little...

- Take it easy, Soxie.

- Sit down.

You've been planning

to run out...

...since you found Lambert

was on that lady's dough.

Shut up, Soxie.

As for you wise guy,

you want this dame, she's yours.

But the moment you and her try a

break, you're gonna get a surprise.

I still got the tin can,

with fingerprints on it.

- I know what to do with it.

- Why, you...

Soxie, Soxie, don't.

Hey, what's the matter?

Hey, where you come from?

- What you doing? What's the matter?

- Why?

- I go call the police.

- No, no. Don't do that.

We don't want any publicity.

Come on, dolly.

- Get the check. I gotta call Dad.

- Sure.

- Yes?

- Your daughter's on the phone.

Thank you.

Hello, Nancy.

Dad what happens to the Lambert estate

if Eula Denning is convicted?

It goes to Miss Lambert's

nearest relative, Miles Lambert. Why?

Oh, I was just wondering. Thanks, Dad.

- Come on, Ted, hurry up.

- Give me some dough. I'm short.

It's all I have.

Sixty... five cents more, please.

Look mister, that's all we got.

Maybe you'll trust us?

Oh, sure, sure,

you nice people, I trust you.

Thank you very much.

Come on, Ted, we've got to hurry.

Sixty... five cents.

But you just said you trust us.

You see, we gotta go home

and get the money from our folks.

But we'll come back.

Sixty... five cent.

Now, look what you got us into.

We don't know nothing about it,

do we, Killer?

No, they invited us.

Look, mister,

we haven't got 65 cents.

Got check, no 65 cent?

- Yeah. That's right.

- No.

You wash dish all day.

Maybe two, three day.

Hey, hey, where you go?

Kitchen that way.

- Kitchen that way.

- Now, look.

- I don't wanna wash dishes.

- I'm awful tired, but I can supervise.

You're gonna wash dishes, both of you,

and it'll serve you right too.

- Hey, mister, maybe she could entertain.

- Entertain?

- Yeah, she's a famous singer.

- I thought you was my pal.

- What're you trying to do?

- You must be winging.

Honest, sir,

she's sung all over the world.

All right, you sing nice American song.

No good, wash dishes.

Come on, quick.

- What will I sing?

- Anything. "Little Bo Peep."

- Oh, oh, dear.

- We'll be in for life after this.

Say, mister, can't you help her out?

I can't do it, they're just too fast.

Oh, phooey.

Oh, Miss Drew, now we are all present.

Now, here's the $50 and the medal.

And now, if Mr. Bostwick has chosen

the best news story...

...submitted by our charming...

- Give the prize to this one.

About the humane worker

who invented a nut cracker...

...for toothless squirrels.

That's me. I won. I won.

- Lt is with great pleasure...

- Unless Miss Drew has a story.

Oh, I have a story, Mr. Bostwick,

but it's very confidential.

You see, my father...

Well, what is it?

The fact is, Mr. Bostwick,

some strange man called my father...

...and said he had the missing tin

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