The House on 92nd Street Page #6

with a friend in town.

- We play chess.

Chess.

I never go anywhere else.

She's an old friend of mine.

I've known her a long time.

- How long?

- About three years.

Shortly after we intercepted this data,

$5000 was paid into your bank account.

That money was from

securities I'd sold.

Doctor, what do you want to know?

This gentleman thinks...

...that you memorized parts

of that formula before you left here.

And when you got to your

friend's house, you set them down.

We know all about you, Roper.

We've traced you back

to the day you were born.

We even know the approximate date

that you're scheduled to die.

You might be interested in this.

That's an intercepted message direct

from Germany.

It'll save a lot of trouble all around

if you'll cooperate with us.

- What do you want?

- You typed the formula...

...on a typewriter owned by your friend

and gave them to her, didn't you?

- Yes.

- What other contacts have you made?

I received several messages

at my friend's house.

From a man

by the name of Hammersohn?

- I don't remember.

- You don't remember?

A man who can keep 14 games of chess

going at the same time...

...and you don't remember?

You've been playing with a very

dangerous group of German agents.

We know. We've seen them work.

They don't mind murder.

You were the next one on their list

as soon as you finished your job.

Did you ever get a message from a man

by the name of Christopher?

- Yes.

- Isn't it possible that Christopher...

...and Hammersohn

are one and the same?

I don't know.

I've never seen either of them.

Did you deliver Process 97 data

to any other place...

...besides Luise Vadja's apartment?

Yes, after she was arrested...

...I received instructions to take the data

to another address.

I made my last delivery this morning.

And where was that?

Lange's Bookshop on 59th Street.

- I put the material in a book.

- What book?

Spencer's First Principles.

What was it you delivered?

What was it, Roper?

I gave them the latest data

on our final...

On our final experiments.

Thank you, doctor.

Put that man under arrest.

I'll call Walker.

Yes, sir.

For some time, Lange's

Bookshop on busy 59th Street...

...was under constant surveillance.

Every person who entered

or left the store...

...was being photographed

by FBI agents...

...from an office directly

across the street.

Can I help you?

- Yes, I believe you can.

Are you looking for a particular book?

Yes, but I can't find it.

Well, what is it?

Have you got a copy

of Spencer's First Principles?

Spencer's First Principles?

No, I haven't had a copy of that

for some time.

- I might be able to get it for you.

- That's funny.

A friend of mine

said he picked up a copy here.

That's very possible, although it must

have been some time ago.

No, this morning.

I'm afraid your friend made a mistake.

Oh, excuse me, I have a customer.

I don't think you're going to have

any customers for some time.

I'm from the FBl.

We'd like to talk to you at our office.

- Now?

- Right now.

Johanna, we've got to get

this through today.

- Where's Bill?

- At his radio station.

Now, you and Conrad

take this out there.

Stay there while he puts it into code.

Make sure that he sends it...

...because everything

depends on you getting that through.

- He'll send it.

- Then bring it back here.

Has the confirmation on Bill come?

No, we expect it any time now.

The clipper's been delayed.

- You think we ought to take this chance?

- There's nothing else we can do.

He's still our fastest channel

to Hamburg.

- We've got to take a chance.

- Okay, let's go.

Where have you been?

I've just seen the courier

from the clipper.

- He brought the message.

- Well, give it to me.

Come on.

"He is forbidden to contact

any agents known to you. "

Max!

We have a message for you.

- You've got no business to come here.

- We were ordered to come.

This kind of thing's dangerous.

We weren't followed.

This is from Elsa. You are to send it

immediately. This is important.

I have to put this in code.

That takes time.

- Do it right away.

Wait a minute.

Did you say

you can reach Hamburg with this?

That's what he said.

You are crazy. Look at the coils.

They're only 2 and a half meters.

This wouldn't carry

more than 20 or 30 miles.

This isn't the stuff we got you.

That's right,

I've made a few improvements.

This setup wouldn't carry

across the Atlantic.

How do you know?

Because I'm going to try it.

Go ahead.

The call signal's AOR.

- That's not Bill sending. I know his fist.

- Better answer it.

What's that?

That's not Hamburg.

There is no mush.

It's coming from somewhere nearby.

- Where's it coming from?

- How would I know?

It's not up to me to ask questions.

I follow instructions the same as you.

Maybe it's a relay station

picking up messages...

...from this and boosting

them across when conditions are right.

That's a new one.

Transmissions across

the Atlantic are uncertain.

I can't sit here all day

waiting to send messages.

I don't believe you, mister.

- Elsa wants to see you.

- What for?

She don't want you

to send no messages.

What's up, Max?

Got a message from Hamburg.

- Him?

- Yeah.

Elsa wants to see him.

Get going.

What'll that do?

It'll make him talk.

It takes time. Three injections.

In about an hour,

he'll be answering questions.

But what'll it do to him?

He'll tell the truth.

Scopolamine, drugs part of the brain.

I want to know about that envelope

and his radio and a lot of other things.

We've got the picture of the pickup

at the shop.

Lange's identified the man.

Good. Match that with all the film

we've got on the Christopher case...

...the Vadja house, Dietrich's office,

the gown shop, everything.

Right. Call you

from the projection room.

That's the man who picked up the book.

Lange's confirmed that.

And that's the match.

No question about it. Freda Kassel's

husband is Mr. Christopher.

- The third member of that household.

- The man posing as her husband.

Yeah, come on. We're going

out and pick up Mr. Christopher.

- Wake up. Wake up and talk.

- We can wait.

You're not going any place. Come on.

We're special agents of the FBl.

You're under arrest.

Where did you send that information?

- Give him another shot.

- That won't do any good.

Well, he's no good to us as he is.

What's the range of your radio?

Thirty miles.

And someone relays

your messages to Hamburg?

- Yes.

Who?

Who operates the relay?

You sold the others out, didn't you?

You had them arrested.

Uh...

Everything looks all right.

See if you can find a phone downstairs.

If he doesn't tell us

what we want to know, shoot him.

Look, let's not lose our heads.

- Yes?

- I'm a special agent of the FBl.

The apartment is surrounded.

- What is it?

- We'll give you exactly two minutes.

Women will come out first.

The men will follow,

hands above their heads.

It's the FBl.

We've got two minutes.

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