Think Fast, Mr. Moto Page #3

Meet her on the launch, as usual.

Okay, boss.

I still can't figure it out.

- What?

- How those five queens got in the deck-

And the five jacks!

- To you.

- To our last night.

No, to our last night at sea.

Tomorrow we'll be in China.

Excuse me, please,

but we are already in China.

- Hello, Mr. Moto.

- Hello.

The Yangtze River is extremely wide

where it meets the sea.

Let's finish our drinks and go on deck.

I know a swell place up forward.

- Won't you join us, Mr. Moto?

- Oh, no. Thank you.

Young love is very tiresome

for a third party.

I'm going to bed.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Here, what's the idea?

That's what I wanna know.

I dislike to be strenuous,

Mr. Carson.

Well, what'd you jump

at me for like a bloomin' gorilla?

The letter, Mr. Carson.

What letter?

What letter are you talking about?

- I was just cleaning this cabin.

- The letter.

Get away. Get away, I tell ya.

You touch me, and

I'll cut your heart out.

You think you're clever, eh?

But I know who you are,

Mr. Moto.

- That is most unfortunate for you.

- An importer, eh?

Well, you never fooled me. I "knowed" ya.

I"knowed" ya the night you came aboard.

I know you too.

Perhaps you remember...

curio shop in San Francisco?

How did ya-

I wasn't there, I tell ya.

- You killed a man there.

- I didn't. No.

And stuffed his body

in a wicker basket, Mr. Carson.

I didn't go to kill him.

He was hiding in back of the store.

So you were only kidding when you said

this was our last night, weren't you?

No. I'll not see you in Shanghai.

But you'll have to.

Where does your uncle live?

- I can't tell you now.

- When am I gonna find out?

Tomorrow, perhaps,

when we land.

Whatever's worrying you

can be fixed.

Just let me in on it.

I'll help you.

You can't. Other people

are involved.

- You're not married, are you?

- Oh, no. It's nothing like that.

I'm sorry to be so mysterious,

but I have no choice.

Look, I don't want you to tell me

anything that's none of my business-

Only anything you're

involved in is my business.

Please don't ask me any more.

But I'm in love with you.

- I know.

- Doesn't that make any difference?

- It makes all the difference.

- Well, then, the devil with all this secrecy.

You and I are gonna take

this ship right back to the States.

I want you to meet my family.

You don't know anything about me.

Who I am or-

- Who cares?

- You have your obligations in Shanghai.

You told me you promised

your father to make good.

All right. I will.

And if I do, will you marry me then?

We'd better wait

and see what happens.

Boy, will I work. From now on,

there'll be no more playboy stuff.

- Nothing but business and you.

- Mm-hmm.

We'll soon be alongside, sir.

- Where's my regular steward?

- Haven't you heard? Carson's disappeared.

- Disappeared?

- Yes, sir. Didn't sleep in his bunk last night.

Oh, so? That is too bad.

An accident, perhaps?

Well, that's what the skipper thinks,

but I got me own idea.

- Yes?

- Carson probably jumped overboard.

- He was a bit cracked, sir.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk.

And I hadn't tipped him yet.

That is very sad.

Here. You might as well have it.

Oh, yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Gloria!

Gloria!

Excuse me, please. Where is the young lady?

I should like to say good-bye.

I don't know. I've looked everywhere,

and I can't find her.

- Oh, so?

- Her luggage is gone too.

Oh, stewardess! Where's the young lady

who occupies this cabin?

The young lady was took off

in a motor launch early this morning, sir.

But she promised to give me her address

this morning. I don't know where she's going.

We never know what's going

to happen in this life.

Take Mr. Carson. Yesterday he was

talking to me just like you are now and-

Well, I never.

Can you tell me where

I can find young Hitchings?

- There he is with a Japanese gentleman.

- Oh, thanks.

Now, remember, if you ever come to

Flatbush, don't forget to look us up.

- Mr. Hitchings, I am Joseph Wilkie.

- Oh, how do you do?

Dad gave me a letter to deliver to you.

Said it was important.

- Oh, thanks.

- Oh, this is Mr. Moto.

- So pleased.

- Mr. Wilkie is our branch manager.

- Oh, so?

- Shall we go ashore now? The company launch is waiting.

- Sure. Will you go with us, Mr. Moto?

- I'm so sorry.

I must go back to my cabin,

but we shall meet again.

Certainly. Shanghai's

a small world.

I've made reservations for you at

the Cathay Hotel. You'll find it comfortable.

Oh, fine. Don't forget

to look me up, Mr. Moto.

We shall see each other.

Good day, Mr. Wilkie. So long, Mr. Bob.

- So long. - Wong, take Mr.

Hitchings's baggage dockside. Chop-chop.

- Who's the little Japanese gentleman?

- Oh, he's an importer.

I met him on the ship.

Nice chap.

Many strange people come to Shanghai.

You must be careful.

Oh, Moto's all right. We're fraternity

brothers, went to the same university.

Oh! That's different.

Hey, boy! You "catch-em"

my baggage. Chop suey.

Good?

You can't be in love with a girl

you don't even know.

- But I am.

- From what you've told me...

I should say that this woman's

in a desperate position...

and is therefore forced

to use desperate means.

That's not fair. You don't

know anything about her.

My boy, Shanghai's a melting pot

of all sorts of people in distress.

For instance, we've had a lot of trouble

in the colony with these White Russian women.

Many of them are very attractive, but...

being without country

and passports, they often resort...

to extreme measures

in order to leave China.

All that has nothing to do with Gloria.

You must remember,

you're not in the States now.

Here tradition and customs

stand for something.

Social circles are very prescribed.

You can't disregard them.

If everybody's so class-conscious here,

I don't think I'm gonna like it.

Of course you will, my boy.

You'll find Shanghai very progressive.

We have up-to-date

nightclubs, a racetrack-

I don't give a hang about that.

I've got to find Gloria.

You're not a free agent

anymore, my boy.

After all, you owe something to

the Hitchings family.

There are plenty of girls of the proper

class here. I'll see that you meet them.

By George, I completely forgot

about your father's letter.

That's perfectly blank.

Is this a joke?

Well, that's funny.

Dad said it was very confidential.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Speaking. Yes, I'll hold on.

San Francisco calling.

It must be Dad.

Ready for San Francisco. Just a moment.

- Yes?

- Mr. Hitchings Sr., calling his son.

Oh, so? Thank you. I will listen in.

All right, San Francisco. Go ahead.

Hello? Hello, Dad!

Swell. I can hear you just as clear-

I said, I can hear you very well!

Yes, Mr. Wilkie's here

with me now. Say, Dad.

That letter you sent?

There's nothing on it. It's blank.

What? Then someone

must have substituted it.

That letter was to warn Wilkie to

examine all shipments very carefully.

Government agents are concentrating

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