Think Fast, Mr. Moto Page #6

I was sure you were a good judge

of character, Mr. Marloff.

What about

young Mr. Hitchings, and the girl?

Muggs? Show Mr. Moto our vault.

And what do you

propose to do with them?

The young woman will go with me.

The gentleman has heard too much.

We have a cure for him- the river.

- I think you're wrong.

- Wrong? Why?

My dear Marloff,

I agree with you.

There is but one penalty

for treachery.

Slit her throat and be done with it.

But the young man-

After all, he's the son of the owner

of the Hitchings Line.

A millionaire. He may be worth

a lot of money to us. Alive.

- What you want?

- Can you direct me to the gambling room?

- Very sorry. Gamble room closed for tonight.

- Closed?

We have a shipment already,

onboard our launch.

Perhaps you would like to go with us,

to deliver it to the Marco Polo?

Excellent, and we can dispose

of the young lady on the way.

Muggs, open the door.

- Oh, Mr. Wilkie.

- Where's young Hitchings?

What does this mean?

I demand that you release him, at once.

- And if we do not?

- Get away from them, Wilkie.

So that's what you are. He's a crook!

He's in with Marloff.

I think, gentlemen, all this excitement

is hardly necessary.

- Untie me. I'll handle him.

- Yes, I've got to get you out of here as soon as possible.

Marloff, sahib,

I'm late because I-

Sahib-That man!

That man is police spy!

That Japanese!

He is the one who shot me.

He is the man I had

followed to police station.

Stand perfectly still.

- Please to come over here.

- But Mr. Moto-

Now think fast, Mr. Moto.

So you're a police spy, huh?

Don't... excite yourself...

- Mr. Marloff.

- You won't do any more spying.

Well... then...

let's have it over with at once.

Often... I have won...

I can also lose.

- Adram, you and Muggs take those people to the boat.

- Yes.

We have to leave at once.

And now, Mr. Moto-

If you please, here.

Get up, Mr. Marloff. Mr. Wilkie.

May I request you to secure his gun?

You'll find it inside his coat.

It went off! I... took hold

of the gun, and it shot him.

Oh, so? That would seem

to dispose of Mr. Marloff.

Open up! Police!

Open up, the police!

- Hello, Chief.

- Mr. Moto, what's happened?

- We got your telephone message.

- Mr. Marloff was shot, accidentally, by Mr. Wilkie.

I'm sorry, Mr. Moto. You had me fooled...

- but you saved our lives, old man.

- Your apology is accepted, Mr. Bob.

I must apologize too, Mr. Moto.

I didn't know. Let me congratulate you.

What-What is all this?

Mr. Moto. Well-

Who are you, anyway?

I think this will explain.

You recognize the company?

- Well, then you're-

- I have the honor to be the managing director.

- You've heard of us?

- Of course, you're our best customer.

- But I-I don't understand.

- I was forced to take matters into my own hands.

My business, as well as yours...

was being seriously jeopardized by

the smuggling activities of Mr. Marloff...

- and, uh, his friends.

- Well, then, you're not a detective, after all.

- Oh, only as a hobby.

- But what's all this got to do with me?

- I demand that-

- Mr. Wilkie!

You are not in a position to demand.

It was not an accident

that Mr. Wilkie shot Mr. Marloff.

- What?

- No.

I first suspected that some person

in a responsible position...

had something to do

with the smuggling...

when I read this letter...

Mr. Hitchings gave his son

to deliver to you, Mr. Wilkie.

And here it is.

And when Mr. Marloff made the unfortunate

error of recognizing you upstairs...

I began to think

I might be correct.

And, when you found this room,

and knew the correct code signal...

to gain admission,

I was practically certain.

But I wanted even stronger proof!

So I decided to give you

an opportunity to kill...

the only man who knew that you were

the head of this ring of smugglers.

- Mr. Moto, your young lady will be all right.

- Miss Liu?

- What happened to her?

- Someone shot her while she was telephoning us.

Oh, so? Then I suggest

that you see if there is not a gun...

with one cartridge fired

in Mr. Wilkie's pocket.

Silencer. You're right.

Take him away.

- The river police caught the rest of the gang.

- Thank you, Chief.

- But Mr. Moto, I thought you were shot.

- Yes, aren't you hurt?

Oh, yes. But fortunately,

I was wearing my new-style waistcoat.

Quite uncomfortable...

but very effective for such occasions.

Oh, now I know. You're the one

that put that note under my door.

- You wanted Wilkie to come here.

- Alpha Omega, Mr. Bob.

- Alpha Omega, Mr. Moto.

- Alpha Omega.

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