Nancy Drew... Reporter Page #6

of sodium ferranide...

...with fingerprints on it that would

prove Eula Denning is innocent.

And would show up

the real murderer of Kate Lambert.

- Ls this true?

- Why, Mr. Bostwick...

...you know my father's reputation

and I wouldn't tell a lie.

- Go on. Go on.

- Furthermore...

...the man's bringing the tin

to my father's office this evening.

Terrific.

Charlie, stop the presses.

You're wonderful, Miss Drew.

Hold page one for replate.

Hottest story yet. Hey, rewrite.

Don't stand there like a half wit,

give her the money, she won.

- Congratulations.

- And now, Miss Drew...

...I take great pleasure in presenting

you the check and the medal.

Give the check to the others,

I'll just take the medal.

Come on, Ted. We're in a hurry.

Remarkable.

- Remarkable.

- Isnt it a whopper?

"Well, Soxie Anthens

gonna spill the beans."

Well, well.

You don't understand Sergeant

Entwhistle, that story isn't true.

It's printed in the paper.

- Nancy just made it up.

- What they print it for, if it isn't true?

That's the trouble with newspapers.

It wasn't their fault. I made the editor

think the story was on the level.

Why?

Oh, dear, Sergeant Entwhistle, are you

sure Captain Tweedy won't be back?

Sure, I'm sure. He's in Chicago on

a radio interview on how to avoid crime.

He's done it, all right.

- Just the same, I'll bet he'd understand.

- Yeah.

What's Captain Tweedy got

that I don't?

Well, for one thing...

Look, sergeant,

I put that story in the paper...

...so the police could trap

the real murderer.

Well, that's different. How?

Don't you see? That paper'll be

on the street any minute.

If Lambert's the murderer...

...he'll go after that tin can

the minute he reads the story.

He'll think Soxie's gonna

double... cross him.

Miss Drew, I'm sort of influenced

to think you've got something.

Of course. All you have to do is be

at Soxie's place when Lambert arrives...

...and arrest them with the evidence.

- Where does this guy, Soxie, live?

- Room 815, Beldenburg Hotel.

We'll help you identify them.

- You can't come along.

- But I got to go along.

I want to get an eyewitness story

about the case.

When they read what I write,

you'll be promoted.

Yeah? I see what you mean.

Promise to keep out of trouble.

- Oh, sure, we promise.

- We promise.

This is Sergeant Entwhistle.

Send up a couple of squad cars.

- Hey.

- Oh, no, no. You mustn't do that.

If they see police around,

they'll run away.

Or at least get rid of that tin.

Yes, I see what you mean.

I'll go alone,

capture them single... handed.

That will be much better,

but, if they even see you, then...

Don't worry. They'll never know me.

I'll wear that disguise

in the Cullen case.

Here it is, sergeant.

Thanks.

Thank you.

- Oh, careful, Grandma's medicine.

- Clumsy.

- Good evening, young man.

- Good evening, madam.

Will you register, Arthur?

Oh, sure, Grandma.

Grandmother would like the same room

she had when she was here.

- What was it, Grandma?

- Let's see.

My memory ain't what it used to be.

Was it, 815?

Well, 815 is occupied, Mrs. Plopper.

But I can give you the one

right next to it.

- Oh, that would be wonderful.

- Yes, that will have to do.

I have to be up high

on the account of my asthma.

I see.

- Show Mrs. Plopper to 817.

- Come children.

Why don't they make these doors

bigger?

- Careful, Arthur.

- Yes, Grandma.

- Anything else, madam?

- No, thanks.

There you are.

Thank you.

Get those bags open.

Didn't I tell you about my disguise?

- Out here, sergeant.

- Okay.

Did I fool them. Did I fool them.

Anything happens,

I'll give you the signal.

Right.

- Let me do that, will you, Nancy?

- Yeah.

This one goes to the wall.

- Pull that wire through, will you, Nancy?

- Sure.

- Here.

- Okay.

I don't like this business, Nancy,

it gives me the whim... whams.

I know. Me too.

All set here.

If you don't hear me, let me know.

- I can hear him.

- Yeah?

Why, I'm so sorry.

Why, I guess I must be

in the wrong room.

- What's your name?

- Why, my name is Mrs. Plopper.

Help. Help. Help.

Get the wagon and set it off.

Oh, do something. Oh.

- Hello.

- Drop that phone.

We weren't doing anything. Honest.

No, we were merely trying...

Shut up. Come on, get up, you.

All right, get out of here.

Come on.

Upstairs. All right, hurry it up.

Come on.

Mister, what are you gonna do to us?

All right, in here.

I wonder what they did

to Sergeant Entwhistle?

Gosh, I don't know.

- We've gotta get out.

- Yeah, I know.

- Oh, it's no use, Nancy.

- Let's yell.

Yeah, together.

- Help. Help.

- Help. Help. Somebody, help.

Think, I hope they got machine guns

in this picture.

So do I.

Say, look.

- Nancy's car.

- Nancy's car.

- Let's let the air out of the tires.

- We ought to do something.

Say, I just remembered.

Hey, those are mine.

- Let's put them all on.

- Oh, boy.

Help, somebody.

There's not a chance, Nancy.

Not a chance.

With hundreds of people right under

our feet, there must be some way out.

- What's that?

- Oh, it's just a fuse box.

Say, those are the fuses

to the electric sign.

If we turned that off,

we'd get attention.

They wouldn't notice it for hours,

maybe.

By that time, it'll be too late.

Beldenburg.

Wait a minute, I've got an idea.

- There, that ought to create a sensation.

- And this will help.

Look.

Bed Bud Hotel.

Get the engineer to fix it right away.

Somebody's coming.

Hurry up. Open the door.

- Mister, downstairs, a criminal.

- We gotta catch it.

Follow me.

So you were gonna double... cross me.

- Get the police, quick.

- All right.

Give me that.

That will hold them.

- Ted, hurry up.

- Right.

You're punchy, Lambert.

- That story in the paper was a phony.

- Yeah?

You're still hanging on

to that tin can.

In case I have to prove

you killed the old dame.

I don't trust you.

You'll get your dough,

soon as they convict Eula.

If I double... crossed you, you don't

think I'd tie up the law here, do you?

- Where did he come from?

- He was looking for that tin can.

Say this is a frame.

Ted, they're getting away.

Help. Help.

Come on, let's grab this one.

They're getting away

in my daughter's car.

Hey. Hey. Wait.

Hey.

Hey.

After them, man.

Nancy, get off that car.

Stop you idiot.

That's the car I'm chasing.

Come on, let's go.

Hell, what's this all about?

That's the man that poisoned

the Lambert woman.

- And here's the proof.

- Hi, Dad.

Nancy, how many times

have I told you not...

Sergeant, how dare you

allow my daughter...

Calling car 21, calling car 2... 1.

Proceed to Gem Movie Theater.

Apprehend two kids,

boy and girl, about 13.

Didn't like picture. Set off whistle bomb.

That is all.

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