The House on 92nd Street Page #5
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- 1945
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Let's go over to my office.
The cigarette which
Dietrich was shrewd enough...
...to take from Elsa Gebhardt's desk
was examined by FBI technicians.
Without a doubt...
...the woman who had delivered
the data from Mr. Christopher...
...was the woman
who had left the cigarette.
It was still the only lead
to her identity.
First, a portion of the stained cigarette
was examined by spectrograph...
...to determine what properties
it contained.
The lipstick could then be identified
by comparison...
...with all known brands
in the Bureau's files.
That's fine.
Send it along as soon as you can.
Here's the lab report on the lipstick.
The analysis revealed
a particular brand of lipstick...
...used by 98 different beauty parlors
in New York City.
By checking clients and operators
of these establishments...
...against the records of every known
suspect, the FBI narrowed their search...
...to one particular beauty parlor...
...and one particular suspect:
Luise Vadja.
Well, what was in the envelope
to cause so much trouble?
- Don't you know?
- I understood.
Family messages from people in Germany
to be smuggled underground.
I saw no harm in it.
- Perfectly innocent messages.
- That's all.
Now let's stop this little game
and get down to real honest facts.
I've told you the facts.
We know a great deal about you,
Miss Vadja.
You once worked
on a North German Lloyd liner.
You were a hairdresser.
You used to bring across letters
from Germany...
...and mail them
when you got ashore.
I never knew what was in them.
They were instructions
to German agents in this country.
And you were working as a courier
for the German secret service.
Right now, you're what
we call a sleeper agent.
You were planted here
a long time ago by the Nazis.
You lived a normal,
inconspicuous life for years...
...making friends, earning a living...
...just waiting until you got a call
for the one particular job.
And they saved you for a big one.
But you made one mistake.
You took the trouble
of becoming an American citizen.
And that, Miss Vadja,
makes you a traitor.
I've done nothing since the war began.
Nothing. I swear it.
All right. Now let's get back
to this envelope. Where did you take it?
I was told to take it
to a house on 92nd Street.
- And who told you to take it there?
- I don't know.
Could it have been a name
like Mr. Christopher?
- I don't know that name.
- Are you sure?
Yes, I know the name, but I don't know
who he is. I've never seen him.
Have you ever delivered messages
any other place?
- Just the house and to a bookstore.
- Bookstore.
If something goes wrong,
What bookstore?
It's on 59th Street.
I think the name is Lange.
- Aren't you sure?
- Yes, it's Lange's Bookstore.
You have a friend who's a scientist.
He's engaged
in very important war work.
- What is his name?
- I have no friend.
Yes, you have,
because he visits you at your home.
There is your friend...
...and there is your home.
And the name of your friend
You can keep this young lady
in custody.
I want a surveillance made
of Lange's Bookshop on 59th Street.
Right. We've been through
the Vadja apartment.
- Find anything?
- We found the typewriter and checks.
That's the one
that was used to copy the data.
Then Roper is the man
who's been getting it out.
- Shall we pick him up?
- No.
We can't pick him up
until we find out how he does it.
Here we've got a man
under 24-hour surveillance.
He never leaves the laboratory
without being thoroughly searched...
...and still he's getting the stuff out.
That's our problem.
That's what we have to solve.
How does he do it?
How does he do it?
The following day,
an unusual message from Germany...
...was picked up
by the FBI monitoring station...
...and relayed on to Dietrich.
It was also teletyped to Briggs.
Hey, you're in the wrong lane!
Stop a black coupe, 516 New York,
last three numbers. One man driving.
- Let me see your driver's license.
- I haven't got it with me.
- Well, let's see your registration card.
- I haven't got that either.
Okay, you come down
Have you anything to say?
I prefer not to say anything
till I talk to my lawyer.
All right. What's your lawyer's name
and telephone number?
Rector 23515.
Ask for Mr. Briggs.
You received that message
from Hamburg today?
- That's right.
- Have you done anything about it?
Well, not yet, Mr. Briggs.
I was about to contact you for advice
when the message came to meet you.
Oh.
We think that this may be the lead
that we've been looking for.
- It might be.
- What does it mean to you?
That's a familiar word in Hamburg
for a very special type of agent.
- Oh?
- It's the name of a performer...
...who accomplishes
spectacular feats of memory.
- Memory artist.
- Memory artist.
Hamburg's always looking for people
with unusual memories.
They take a special course
just to improve their memories further.
Yes, but do you think that a man
even with a very unusual memory...
...could get those formulas out?
All that complicated stuff?
Sounds incredible,
but that's what they're trained to do.
Sure, it is incredible.
Memory artist.
Photographic mind.
A little bit at a time.
Well, it may be a lead.
Maybe it's a solution.
What will I do about the message?
You just send it
through your regular channels.
- Oh, anything new on Christopher?
- No, not yet.
Mm-hmm. Well, I'll arrange
for your bail and fine.
Oh, uh, when you give
the message to Elsa...
...why, be very sore
at the police, huh?
- Yes, sir.
- Don't overplay it, you know.
The FBI had to know every
detail of Charles Ogden Roper's life.
Yeah, I remember that crazy
act, but I can't remember the name.
Does this sound like it:
"Has performed in clubs,
Sunday school entertainments...
...banquets, special parties.
Demonstrates amazing feats
of memory. "
Oh, don't pay any attention to that.
"Performs amazing feats of memory. "
What kind of feats? What's the angle?
Well, you see, people call for things
from the audience.
They want to hear stuff
out of highbrow books.
You know, this guy can keep 14 games
of chess going at the same time?
- Chess?
But 14 games going at the same time
would take a remarkable memory.
- Sure, but it ain't box office.
- I'll take this along. You'll get it back.
Don't worry, brother,
that act is out of date.
Mr. Roper.
- Yes?
- I'd like to see you in my office.
- Yes, Dr. Appleton.
This is Mr. Briggs of the FBl.
Mr. Roper, my credentials.
Sit down, won't you?
You recognize those?
Those are Photostats of Process 97.
They were stolen from here.
I understand you're one of the workers
allowed to leave the institute.
A few evenings each week, yes.
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