"And now, under the merciless rays of the pitiless Arabian sun... those of us who are privileged to be here are waiting with tense excitement." "The great moment has come— the moment which will prove to the world... whether the astounding theory of these intrepid adventurers is right... or whether they have been following a fleeting will-o'-the-wisp." "As I look down into the cavernous depths of the excavation..." "I can see the chief actors in this epic-making drama ofhistory." "First, as he should be, the young and brilliant archaeologist..." "Howard Stevens of the San Francisco Museum." "Words cannot describe the feverish tensity of this moment." "Surrounded by learned men from the four corners of the earth..." "Mr. Stevens is expertly brushing the dust of untold centuries..." " from an object of tremendous antiquity." " We'll soon know." "The bronzed young leader of the expedition is handing his find over... to Professor Heinrich von Kleinroth of Vienna, who, like many of the savants... recently hurried to this faraway waste to lend his knowledge and experience." "[Speaking In German]" "You are right, my friend." "This emblem is the line ofJudaea— seal of Solomon." "Are you certain?" "This contradicts all of my former research!" " Oh, your research." " Gentlemen, there is no doubt in my mind." " I'm holding in my hand the crown of Balkis, Queen of Sheba!" " [Man] Hooray!" " [Cheering, Chattering]" " Think of it, ladies and gentlemen." "After 3,000 years, uncovered before my very eyes... the fabulous crown of the Queen of Sheba!" "[Von Kleinroth] My friend, you have unearthed a symbol— priceless to seekers after knowledge like ourselves." "But keep in mind the immense worldly value of these jewels." "Guard them as you would your life." "Don't you worry." "Until we get it aboard ship, Prince Suleid and his men will look after it." " After that, my responsibility." " Surely no modern collection boasts such jewels as these." "Even the emeralds of His Highness, the Aga Khan, cannot compare with them." "[Speaking Foreign Language]" "Uh, the journalists are still waiting, Mr. Stevens." "Shall I send them away?" "Uh, no, I'll see them, but not in here." "I won't be long." "The responsibility lies more heavily upon Mr. Stevens than he cares to admit." "Uneasy lies the hand that bears a crown?" "He would be less uneasy if he knew that you were here to guard it, Mr. Moto." "You see, I was in Cairo when news came of Mr. Stevens's discovery of this ancient site." "My sudden visit here was in the nature of a gamble... which has been justified by the finding of this crown." "Still you leave me in the dark, Mr. Moto." "I cherish the hope that this priceless and exotic treasure... will lead me to a certain genius in the world of crime." "You believe a criminal is here?" "In this expedition?" "I hardly expect him to be so obvious or... so clairvoyant... but sooner or later he will come to wherever this crown may be." "It appears to me that you're still gambling, Mr. Moto." "Jewels such as these are certain to attract many thieves... but it doesn't follow that your man would be among them." "You are in error, Prince." "Uh, this certain man will be compelled to make an attempt." " Compelled?" " Yes, by his own mind." "He's psychopathic— a kleptomaniac upon a grand scale." "The more unattainable the object, the more determined he grows to possess it." "You may remember the daring theft of certain jewels... some time ago from the Tower of London?" "But that was the work of, uh— What was his name?" "Um— Metaxa." " Oh, but he's been dead several years." " I do not think so." "There have been several unsolved cases in the past few years... which, to my humble mind, bear unmistakable signs of Metaxa's handiwork." "So now Professor von Kleinroth accompanies the crown of Sheba wherever it goes." "Oh, no." "With your assistance, the professor returns to Vienna most inconspicuously." "But, uh, aboard the ship which carries the crown to America... will be a Japanese tourist— a Mr. Shimako." "Mr. Shimako, I might add, is, uh, clean-shaven." " [Woman] Aloha!" " Bye!" " [Crowd Chattering]" "Aloha!" "Well, next stop, San Francisco." " I suppose you're all excited, Howard." " Oh, I don't know." " Yes, of course I am." " It'll be wonderful for you, won't it?" "Like— Like Caesar or somebody returning home in triumph." "And I'll pick up where I left off:" "Tea parties, cocktail parties, dinner parties— all very pretty and very dull." "You know you like it really." "I could perhaps, in the right company." "Eleanor, you've got salt water in your eyes." "With shore-going glasses, everything's going to look quite different." " E-Excusing, please?" " Oh, hello, Mr. Shimako." "Where have you been hiding?" "Mr. Stevens, can you oblige with information concerning correct method for operating?" " Just buy this ashore?" " Oh, yes." "Excellent salesman say instrument foolproof..." " but I having strong doubt." " [Both Chuckle]" " It's all very simple." "Here, I'll show you." " Please?" "Pardon me. [Muttering] Oh!" "Oh, please forgive me, Captain." " I just picked up a few mementos of Hawaii, you see." " Ouch!" " I beg your pardon, madam." " [Captain] Say, be careful." "Oh!" "Oh!" "Henry, do something!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "Henry, do something!" "But really, I assure you that it's a ghastly mistake." " [Captain] Put that stuff away before you hurt somebody." " [Groans]" "[Eleanor] Ooh!" "[Squeals]" " Trusting you not injured." " Not seriously, I hope." "I say, Mr. Moto, how marvelous to meet you again like this!" "You are very impetuous, Mr. Featherstone." "Mr. Moto, whatever happened after you solved that case in London?" " [Moto] Nothing much." " Well, I say, what's up?" "Have I dropped a brick or something?" " Please do not concern yourself." " Well, look here." "If you're traveling incognito or anything, I won't tell a soul." "Oh, you are most accommodating." "May I be permitted to introduce my friend, Mr. Featherstone?" " Miss Kirke, Mr. Howard Stevens." " How do you do?" "Howard Stevens?" "I've been reading all about you." "All this about Salome's tomb— Wonderful!" "Wonderful!" "You and Mr. "Shimako" seem to be old friends." "Oh, yes, rather." "I've known Mr. Sh-Sh-Shimona for years." "I'm frightfully sorry." "I did let the cat out of the bag." "Yes— even the poor animal's tail." "But why are you hiding your light, Mr. Moto?" "You're not on a case now by any chance?" "I've gone and made a lot of trouble for you." "What a frightful fool I've been." "Oh, don't worry." "We won't tell anyone, will we?" "I assure you, the matter is of no consequence." "I am on vacation, and my humble incognito is merely... to avoid any possibility of business intruding itself." " [Transmitter Beeping]" " I wonder if they charge extra for "love"?" "You oughta know." "[Beeping Continues]" "It's a message for you, Joe, from Wendling." " I'm afraid it's bad news." " Yeah?" "Let's see it." ""Arriving Friday on Lurline." "TellJoe his friend..." "Moto also aboard."" "Mr. Moto, huh?" "It's very bad." "Why is he on that ship if not to guard the crown?" "So what?" "You think a littleJapanese dick's gonna scare me?" "Moto's very dangerous—very." "Everyone who does business with me tells me that." "What you worrying' about?" "I'm doin' the job." "All you gotta do is cut down the rocks." " And this time, you give me 30%." " No, I'll have nothing to do with this affair— nothing." "Scared of the mighty Moto, huh?" "Yes, I am." "As long as he's connected with this, I'm not interested." "What if I was to rub Mr. Moto out?" "That would be a different story." "## [Jazz Band, Fast, In Distance]" " ##[Continues, Loud] - [Noisemaker Tweets]" "I say, Mr. Moto, can you keep a secret?" "It will be my earnest endeavor to respect your confidence." "As you know, I happen to have certain links in Scotland Yard— my uncle, remember?" " Oh, yes, Sir Hector." "How is he?" " Splendid." "He's assistant commissioner, you know." " Would you gentlemen care for something to drink?" " I wish you'd go—" "Oh, I beg your pardon." "Mr. Moto?" " A glass of milk, if you please." " Uh, yes, sir." "And you, sir?" " I'll take a lime juice and soda." " Do you think you should, sir?" "Remember, you're driving." "Well, Uncle Hector told— I say, what did that fellow mean by that?" "Please continue." "Have you ever heard of a supercriminal called Metaxa?" "Metaxa?" "Well, the name does seem to strike a chord of memory." "Well, he's on the record as being dead... but Uncle Hector thinks he's still alive— lying low in America." " Oh, so?" " Now, I've had a brilliant idea." " No." " To find Metaxa and get a candid portrait of him." "Think of it— the only picture in existence of the world's most famous criminal." " Who are you talking about?" " Oh— [Chuckling] Nothing." "Just a bunch of rubbish." "What about a drink?" " Oh, mm-hmm." " Thank you." "Do you know you look exactly like the Queen of Sheba?" "Oh, thank you." "Honestly, though, she should have that crown on." "That's what she thought." "But we've gotta be very careful." "Naturally." "Well, what you people ought to do is to get Mr. Moto to look after things for you." "Oh, no." "And please remember that I'm on vacation." "In fact, I feel like each one of the three monkeys." "I mean, if men like Metaxa are loose in America—" "I say, that's awfully good about the monkeys." ""Hear no evil, see no evil," and all that?" " Oh, priceless!" " Did you say Metaxa was in America?" "I say, I'm frightfully sorry." "I did let the cat out of the bag again, didn't I?" "Well, that's what Scotland Yard thinks." "Mum's the word." "Ah." "Your Majesty and gentlemen..." "I give you the crown of Sheba and its safe arrival at the San Francisco Museum." "[Phone Rings]" "[Rings]" "Fremont Museum." "This is the curator's secretary speaking." "I'm sorry, but an interview now is quite impossible." "Professor Hildebrand's leaving for the docks in a few minutes." "Perhaps tomorrow." " Professor Hildebrand, it's 11:20." " Susan, look here a minute." "I'm sorry, but we have to go." "These are all pretty snappy, aren't they?" "Don't you realize we have to start?" "Uh-huh." "Anxious to see the romantic Mr. Stevens again?" "I don't understand you." "The most exciting day in the history of the museum... and you sit here choosing neckties." "But haven't you forgotten that Hendrik Manderson is calling for us?" "He's late as usual." "We should take your car now." "No, I think we'll give him a little more time." "Hildebrand, what's the matter with you?" "What are you doing?" "I've been sitting outside in that car waiting for hours." " My dear Manderson, we've been waiting for you." " Meh." "Morning, girl." " [Kisses]" " Good morning, Mr. Manderson." "Perhaps you can make him hurry." "No, he's impossible." "Forever trying to be a young man again." "Look at that." "Just look at that." "D'ah!" "Don't be such an old ranter." "There's no harm in a man trying to look his best." "Won't make any difference in your case." "Come on, girl." "Come on." "The boat's due now." "Never mind." "Never mind." "I can walk alone." " [Boat Whistle Blows] - [Man] How 'bout a little news for the press?" " [Girls] Oh, there he is!" " Huh?" "How 'bout it?" " May I have your autograph, Mr. Stevens?" " And don't say, "Best wishes."" "Prof. Hildebrand, you alarmed by the superstition alleged to be connected with the crown?" " Certainly not." "And that's Hildebrand." " Ah, I'm sorry." " Howard!" " [Reporter] Uh, Mr. Hildebrand—" " Howard, it's wonderful to see you." " Susan, how are you?" " Introduce me, please, Howard." " Oh, yes, yes." "Of course." "Uh, Susan, this is Miss Eleanor Kirke, a fellow passenger of ours." "This is Miss French." " She's really the mainstay of the museum." " How nice." "That armored truck there is about to transport our treasure... to a specially constructed vault in the museum." "I say, this is all frightfully exciting, isn't it?" "Oh, that chap with the weapon looks as if he means business." "Oh, I say, can't you wait and say good-bye to Stevens and the others?" "I'm afraid not." "One must not start a holiday by being late." "Good-bye." "I do wish you didn't have to run off like this." "Oh, Mr. Moto, wait a minute!" " You forgot to give me your address." " I do not yet know it myself." " Look here, how am I gonna get in touch with you?" " I shall call you at your hotel?" "Ah." "Don't forget now." "Cheery-bean." "Follow that cab." "Quick." "[Officer] You're all loaded, boys." "Pull her away." "[Engines Revving]" "Howard, you haven't forgotten your promise to me, have you—" " that I'm your personal guest at the great unveiling?" " Of course I haven't forgotten." " Good-bye." " I wanna go to the museum and see all that stuff unloaded." "How about a little cheerio at a local tavern— a spot, you know?" "On me, of course." " Well, it's about time." " [Vehicle Horn Honks]" " [Horn Honking] - [Officer #2] Captain." "Get after 'em!" "They tapped the driver and stole that truck!" " What?" " They're not real officers." "They're phonies!" " Let's catch those blighters." "I'm from Scotland Yard." " Huh?" " I'm a detective!" " Oh!" "Wait a minute!" "Hold that car!" "Get after that armored truck." "It's headed for the Embarcadero." "Go on." " Make it snappy." "Everything okay?" " Okay so far." "You guys get movin'!" " Hurry, can't you?" " Yes, sir." "Be careful!" "Look out!" "[Tires Squealing]" "[Grunts] Huh." "I guess they got away." " Nonsense." "We can't give up now!" " I can." "Look there." "That looks like a sinister street." "Try it!" "That ain't "Sinister Street." That's Montgomery." "Where did you learn how to drive?" " Why didn't you put on the brakes?" " I ain't got none." " Shut up and back that jalopy outta there." " Can't back neither." "Look, my good man, keep a civil tongue in your head." "Huh." "No wonder you chaps have so many accidents." "You drive on the wrong side." " Oh, a smart guy, huh?" " Never mind, Joe." "Let's get goin'." "I know I've seen that one chap's face somewhere before, but I—" "ByJove, he was the guard in the armored car!" "Follow him!" "[Gears Grinding]" " They went in there." " They look mighty mean." " I'll stay here and reconnoiter." " Don't get hurt doin' it." " You go and fetch the bobbies." " Yeah, I'll get the police too." "Put it in Rocky's warehouse and get the car outta here." " Where will you be?" " I'll get in touch with you later." "Hurry." " Come on outta there and keep your hands up." " Hello." " Oh, so it's you." " Yes, it's me." " Who are ya spying' on?" " [Gulps] Me?" "Spy?" "I—" " Oh, no." "I-I'm just an innocent bystander... standing by." " [Vehicles Approaching]" "There he is, our man!" "Coppers!" "Look out!" "[Gunfire]" " [Gunshot]" " Come on, boys!" "[Gunfire, Stops]" " Is you all right, boss?" " I think so." "Well, we got two of'em anyway." " [Officer] Here it is, Sergeant." " Nice work, men." "Well, you and your friend did a pretty good job." "We saved the crown, and only one man got away." "Look here, Inspector." "That man was the ringleader, and I got a jolly good look at him." " Oh, you did, eh?" "Could you identify him?" " Rather!" "I'd know him anywhere." ""...declared Mr. Featherstone stoutly." ""Confident that the daring young Englishman will identify the ringleader... police are conducting a widespread search for the missing gangster."" " Ah, shut up!" " This is worse than I thought." " You can't stay here." "It's too dangerous." " Keep your pants on." "The Frisco cops don't know me, and this limey ain't gonna put his finger on me neither." "We'll take care of that smart guy the same way we done with Mr. Moto." " [Rhythmic Knock]" " Sit down." "Oh, it's you." "You been long enough." "What happened?" "I got here as soon as I could." "The whole police force is out looking for you." " Never mind that." "Did you follow my orders?" " Well, don't get sore, Joe." "I tailed Moto from the pier, but before I could get him, he drove up to the city hall." " Yeah?" "And?" " And went out to lunch with the chief of police." " So Moto's still alive." " Well, it's not my fault." "By that time, news came out aboutJoe's run-in with cops." "I was lucky not to get picked up." "I told you I didn't want anything to do with this unless Moto was eliminated." " Now both of you leave here at once!" " Wait a minute, chiseler." "I'm gonna do just what I said I'd do." "And I'm gonna get the crown too, see?" "Then you better make your plans, because at the moment it's very unwise for you to remain here." "I'll be downstairs closing the shop." "See me before you leave." " Now listen." "I ain't leaving' here." " [Door Slams]" "You call Tony and Nick." "We've gotta get that limey and Moto." "And no more mistakes, see?" " [Man Preaching In Chinese] - [Tambourine Rattling]" "[Woman] Praise the Lord!" " [Continues In Chinese]" " Amen!" " [Man Continues In Chinese] - [Woman] Hallelujah!" " [Chinese]" " Praise the lord!" " [Chinese Continues In Distance] - [Woman Continues Affirming]" " A bag of lychee nuts, please." " Yes, sir." " Please." "Thank you." " Like some?" "Me too, please." " Oh, excuse me." " Thank you." "##[Brass, Bass Drum:" "March]" " Gentleman wishing to try lychee nuts, please?" " No, thanks." "Me no "wantee."" "Why it's Mr. Moto!" " I-I mean, Mr. Sh-Sh-Sh—" " Shimako." "Shimako." "You see?" "I haven't forgotten your alias." " [Moto] Featherstone never forgets." "Try one?" " Oh, thanks." " I rather expected to find you here." " You did?" "Oh, yes." "Every tourist first visits Chinatown." "I say, what an extraordinary day." "Did you happen to read about my adventure?" "Yes, indeed—which is my reason for wanting to find you." "[Featherstone] Huh?" "Well, that's funny, because I've been looking for you." "There." "See for yourself." "Not here!" " We'll never get a chance like this again." " No, you fool." "Put that away!" " I fear that you have exposed yourself to extreme danger." " Really?" "How?" "The man you have promised to identify will certainly desire your removal." "But if you really wish to be a successful detective... there is one golden rule which you must follow." " [Featherstone] Oh, is there really?" "Tell me." " Never become a fatality." " Oh, Mr. Moto." " [Muffled Shot]" "They're shooting at us with a silencer!" "Get back!" "Somebody just ran out!" "That shot came from the inside!" "No, from the opposite direction." "Observe." " Come on!" " Let's catch him!" "[Featherstone] He's climbing up!" "He's running along the ledge!" " Get back!" " [Muffled Shot]" "There he is!" " Help me up, will you?" " It's too late, my friend." "But your Uncle Hector was right." "Metaxa is in America." " Do you believe that was Metaxa?" " Undoubtedly." "Such phenomenal agility carries conviction." "Do you think the ruffian who tried to steal the crown at the pier was Metaxa?" "Definitely no." "The methods are far too different." "I say, they'll have to be awfully careful who they let in the museum tomorrow." "[Man] "Adams"?" "Pass in, please." " Borodoff." " "Borodoff"?" " Correct." "I assure you, my invitation is in order." " Just a minute, please." " Oh, yes." "Borodoff." "Pass in." " Thank you." " Press." " Just a minute." "Admission card, please." "Look." "My job's to dream up some art on this crown dingus, and I gotta get it." "And my job's to see that no one gets in here without a special pass." "And no cameras." " Well, you can't do this— not to the Record Bulletin." " No?" "Next, please." " Dr. Pascal of Denver." " "Dr. Pascal"?" "Oh, yes, Doctor." "Pass in, please." "[Guard] "Williams"?" "[Hildebrand] ... for such a crown, quite exclusive, don't you think?" " Oh!" " Oh, I am so sorry." "My clumsiness was inexcusable." "Oh, it was my fault really— as long as the mirror's not broken." "[Quietly] I've decided." "Tonight." "Oh, it's all right, and no bad luck." " I am indeed relieved, madame." " Yes." "I was afraid I was late, Howard." " You're not cross with me, are you?" " Why, uh, uh—" " Hadn't I better remind Professor Hildebrand it's getting late?" " Hmm?" "Oh, yes, darling, yes." "And tell him he ought to have been more careful with his invitations." "Oh, I'm so happy for you, Howard, and so excited." "I-I can't congratulate you here." "I'll wait till dinnertime." " Well, really, I-I— I don't think that I—" " Oh, now, Howard... you're not going to spoil the lovely party I've arranged for you?" "Ladies and gentlemen, before I admit you to the home built for our priceless treasure..." "I should like to pay tribute to the two men who, upon this unique occasion... deserve the major credit:" "Mr. Howard Stevens, and Mr. Hendrik Manderson." "Uh, Mr. Stevens, as you all know... was the leader of our expedition—" "Excuse me a moment." "I forgot something." "While Mr. Manderson, noted for his philanthropic activities... generously gave the final donation that enabled us to properly finance our expedition." "[Crowd Murmurs, Applauds]" "And now, as curator of this museum, I shall, uh—" " [Keys Jingle]" " Unlock the gates— thereby demonstrating the elaborate precautions we have taken... to safeguard our incomparable relic from any further felonious attempts." "May I point out that this vault is protected by invisible light beams... which, when broken, cause a series of alarms to be sounded." "Oh, I say, that's a jolly good idea." "All the mechanical devices which science has been able to conceive... are incorporated in this impregnable chamber." "You may be assured that the crown of Balkis, Queen of Sheba... will rest here in serene dignity forever." "Ladies and gentlemen, uh, you see this key." "Now suppose for a moment that I were a thief—" " [All Chuckle]" " And that I were fortunate enough to possess this key." "Now, I approach the gates." "I insert the key in the lock." "At this moment, may I suggest that the ladies place... their delicately gloved hands over their shell-like ears?" "I can assure you that the din that will ensue will be, as the youngsters say—" "[Chuckling] Simply terrific!" "All right." "Everybody ready?" "Now, then, hold tight." "[No Audible Alarm]" "Hmm." "Something must have— [Clears Throat]" "Oh, well." "We'll see what happens when I open the gates." "[No Audible Alarm]" " [Whispers] Someone must have pulled the switch." " Well, uh, of course, the— the electrical current must be off, or some minor fault." "You know, it's only— only just been installed." "[Chuckles] Well, perhaps it's just as well." "We can all now enter the crown chamber without alarm." "Gather around." "Ladies and gentlemen..." " behold the crown of Sheba's queen." " [Crowd Gasps]" " [Woman] Isn't that beautiful?" " [Crowd Murmuring]" "I will now leave you to admire our treasure at your leisure." "Thank you." "[Coughing] Infernal lot of poppycock." " Manderson." " What's the matter?" "I'm worried about that alarm." "I set the switch myself." "Let's go into my office." " Uh, wait a minute." " Watch the crown carefully, please." "Mr. Moto." "Susan." "Just a moment, please." " Mr. Moto, will you come with us to the curator's office, please?" " I should be honored." "You too, girl." "Come along." " Have you made certain of Stevens?" " Don't worry." "I will." " What are you doing here, Wong?" " Wait for Mr. Manderson with overcoat." "Yeah, that's right." "That's right." "I sent him for it." " It's going to rain." "Can feel it in my leg." " Been here long?" " Ten minutes maybe." " [Manderson] Anyone been in?" "No, sir." "Not see anyone." " Huh." "All right." "Let's go in." " I'll stay here, Professor Hildebrand." "This is most disconcerting." "Unless there's some mechanical fault... somebody has got in here and tampered with that switch." " Uh, Mr. Manderson, this man Wong— he's your servant?" " Yep." "Been with me for many years." "And listen, Mr. Moto, I'll tell you something." "The world would be a much better place to live in if there were more people like Wong around." "Now we've got to find out." "Come, gentlemen." "I'll show you the hiding place." "Oh, must I get up again?" "[Sighs]" "Quite ingenious, what?" "[Chuckling] My own idea." "There!" "You see?" "Somebody has disconnected it." "I should not make the contact now, Professor." "Remember the shell-like ears?" "Oh, of course." "How foolish of me." "We must get rid of those visitors." "But who on earth could've possibly done this?" "If you hadn't smeared your paws all over that handle, Mr. Moto might have got fingerprints." " Oh, dear." "What a great big zany I am." " That's right." "How dare you." "May I ask how many persons besides ourselves know the location of this switch?" "Only Mr. Howard Stevens..." "and the men who installed it, of course." "And Mr. Stevens has been associated with the museum for a long time." "No." "As a matter of fact... he's only been connected with us since the expedition was first organized." "Ah, now wait a minute." "Wait a minute, Hildebrand." "Stevens has an excellent record." "Excellent, Mr. Moto." "That's why Professor Cornwall hired him." "And I told you fif— [Inhaling]" "[Sneezes] I told you 50 times there is a confounded draft in this room!" "But didn't you engage Mr. Stevens, Professor?" "I was only appointed curator when Professor Cornwall was taken from us, rest his soul." "I see." "The young lady, your secretary— does she know where the alarm is concealed?" "No, no." "Uh— No." "Miss French could have known... but she herself expressed the wish that the knowledge should be strictly confined." "[Typing]" " Miss French." " [Typing Stops]" " Yes?" "ThatJapanese gentleman in there— is he not the famous detective, Mr. Moto?" " That's right." " Could you tell me where he is living?" "I'm afraid you'll have to ask him that, Wong." " [Chime Sounds]" " Oh, almost closing time." "I'm leaving now, Howard, but don't you dare disappoint me." " Mark Hopkins, 7:00, huh?" " All right." "I'll drop in for a little while." "You're a darling." "See you at 7:00." "[Slams]" "It's closing time, sir." " I'll see to it right away, O'Hara." " Yes, sir." "Frightfully fascinating, what?" "I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but we'll have to ask you to leave in a few more minutes?" " It's difficult to tear oneself away." " I know exactly what you mean— especially as I have a sort of proprietary interest in it myself, if you know what I mean." "Why, goodness me." "You must be the young Englishman who saved the crown." "Oh, they made a ridiculous lot of fuss about it." " It wasn't anything at all really." " You're too modest." " It wasn't anything at all really." " You're too modest." " Permit me to congratulate you." " [Chuckles] Oh, thank you." "[Whispers] I hope my shot of the crown turns out well." " I am told they don't allow photographs." " [Softly] They don't!" "But, uh—" "But look." "Rather clever, what?" "I'm going to shoot it now." " I got it!" " What's going on here?" " Here!" "I say, you jolly well leave me alone!" " My orders are no pictures!" " And now out you go!" " No, look, you can't do this." "Everybody's—" "Get—" " Oh!" " Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" " What's the trouble?" " This man took a snapshot of the crown." " He ruined my emulsion." " Don't forget, O'Hara." "If it hadn't have been... for Mr. Featherstone, there wouldn't be any crown to photograph." "[Featherstone] That's right." "ByJove, I never thought of that." "Oh!" "I'm so mortified." "How could I have been so clumsy?" "Oh, my camera!" "Oh, that's too bad about your camera, Featherstone, but we can't make any exceptions." "And now, ladies and gentlemen, I shall have to ask you to leave." "Well—" "Just a moment." "I shall, of course, replace your camera." "I'm afraid you can't." "You see, it's a very exclusive type." "I have a friend." "He deals in special photographic equipment." "If he hasn't one in stock, I'm quite sure he'll be able to procure one quickly." "Oh, do you think he can?" "I do hope so." " I must have a camera tomorrow." " His shop's open evenings." "It's in Chinatown, out of the high-rent zones." "I may possibly have his card." "Yes, here's the address." "Meet you there tonight." "Good day." "I'm only gonna stay at the party a few minutes." " Couldn't we have dinner together?" " Hildebrand asked me to work." "I'll come by here and take you out when you're through." "Oh, please don't worry about me." "The party's being given in your honor, isn't it?" "Oh, but, Susan—" " Yes?" " I have an engagement with Professor Hildebrand." "I think he might wish to see me in the present circumstances." " I'll tell Professor Hildebrand you're here." " Thank you." "And you know, of course, Mr. Moto." "[Chuckles]" "I did not anticipate this pleasure, Mr. Moto." "I am, in a modest way, a member of your profession." "So the professor has informed me." "Mr. Borodoff, a very distressing incident has just occurred." " Nothing serious, I hope." " Excuse me, please." "May I be permitted to ask Mr. Stevens a question which seems pertinent?" " Why, of course!" " Did you, by any chance..." " disconnect the alarm switch before the ceremony?" " Certainly." "I thought it might scare the pants off the visitors." "What in—Well— Why didn't you tell me?" "Why, I'm sorry, but how was I to know you wanted to demonstrate the thing?" "[Laughing] "Ladies and gentlemen, I assure you..." " the din will be simply terrific!" - [Groans]" "[Alarm Bell Ringing]" " [Bell Continues] - [Rapid Chattering]" "[Bell Ringing, Loud]" " I'm awfully sorry!" "I was in the— - [Susan] Turn it off!" "[Indistinct]" " I'm awfully sorry!" " What were you doing?" " What?" " What were you doing?" " [Ringing Stops] - [Shouting] I was just waiting for M—" "Just waiting for Mr. Moto, and I just came back to have one last look." "[Scoffs] Outrageous!" " ## [Humming] - [Shaver Buzzing]" " [Thunder Rumbling] - ##[Continues]" "[Knocking]" "[Shuts Off Razor]" " Your cigarettes, Mr. Moto." " Thank you." " Thank you very much." " I've got a favor to ask you, Mr. Moto." " Yes?" " Mind if I talk to you for a moment in private?" "Please, come in." " What may I do for you, Benny?" " I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Moto—" "I mean, the way you can clean up on guys twice your size— and..." "I was wonderin'—" "The truth is, there's a big palooka who works in the hotel..." " who's always pickin' on me and shoving me around." " Oh, I see." "And, uh, you would like to teach him a lesson, perhaps." "Oh, I sure would." "They tell me this jiujitsu... fixes it so a little fella has a chance with a big bruiser." "[Moto] Sometimes, if one catches one's adversary off guard." " Would you show me how, please?" "Right now?" " Right now?" " Yeah." " Well, one simple throw." "Now, suppose you are that big bully." "Now, step right over there." " Here?" " Yes, uh, start attacking me, swinging viciously." "Come on, Benny." "Be vicious." "Gee!" "Do you mean I could do that to Butch?" "Undoubtedly, with the proper leverage." " [Phone Ringing]" " Excuse me, Benny." "Yes?" "Speaking." "Who is this?" "This is Wong, Mr. Manderson's servant." " I met you in the museum this afternoon." " Yes, Wong." "What is it?" "Can you not tell me now, if it is so terribly urgent?" "Not over telephone." "I must see you tonight." " It concerns the case you're working on." " Very well." " And where shall I meet you?" " At the Laughing Buddha restaurant." "The Laughing Buddha restaurant?" "I shall be there as soon as possible." "Excuse me, I have to leave at once." " You goin' out to detect somethin'?" " I hope so." "Boy, I'd sure like to help you sometime." "Perhaps." "Sometime." "[Thunderclap]" "Say, squirt." "Beat it downstairs and clean out the spittoons." "Do it yourself!" " What did you say?" " I don't suppose you heard me." "What happened?" " A very promising start." " Thanks for the lesson." "I'll be back tomorrow for another one." "##[Woman Singing In Chinese, In Distance]" "I beg your pardon—" "##[Woman Singing In Chinese]" "[Speaking Chinese]" "[Chinese]" "[Chinese]" "Likee booth, please?" "##[Continues]" "[Chinese]" " [Chinese] - [Chinese]" " You wish to order, sir?" " Yes." "Later." "I beg your pardon, sir, but I've been attacked and robbed by ruffians... who have relieved me of my wallet." "It's very embarrassing, but I need a little carfare to get to my residence." " Certainly." "Where do you live?" " In Liverpool." "Oh, so?" "This will assist you to begin your journey." "I thank you, sir, and you will get your reward in heaven." "## [Chinese]" "Likee booth, please?" "I'm expecting to meet a friend here— a Mr. Wong?" "Mr. Wong?" "Oh, yeah!" "Come this way, please." "I regret that I am unpunctual." "[Speaking Chinese, Screams]" "Be quiet." " What happened?" " Mr. Wong is quite dead." " You kill him!" " No." "He was killed from in there." "Step aside." " Who was in here?" " A man." "A white man." " He came in right after Mr. Wong." " What did he look like, please?" "I-I couldn't tell." "He kept his hat on, and his coat collar up." " He had the strangest eyes." " Oh, so?" "[Speaking Chinese]" "You will get your reward in heaven." "I say, could you tell me— Why, it's Mr. Mo— Mr. Shimako!" "Funny how we keep bumping into each other." " Mr. Featherstone, you are ubiquitous." " Am I really?" "Well, I'm looking for 240 Grand Avenue... but I don't seem to be able to find it." "Probably because this is Sacramento Street." " Sacramento Street?" "[Shrieks] - [Fireworks Banging]" "[Laughs] Fireworks." "Well, this weather does make everything seem a bit sinister." "But I... wonder if you would help me find the place?" "Certainly." "Now, listen, Joe." "I tell you, he's trying to double-cross us." "If he isn't, then why did he go to the museum this afternoon... when he had told us he's going to Oakland, on business?" " Oh, he did that, did he?" " Yeah!" "I followed him." "I've had a hunch all along he was just using us to do the dirty work!" "Go tell Mr. Perez I wanna see him." " Now?" " Yeah." "Now!" "What's the use of putting things off?" "Say I've got something very important to say to him." "Okay." "[Thunder Rumbling]" " What is it?" " Joe's got something to tell ya." " Says it's important." " Later, later." " The young Englishman may be here at any minute." " Well, I'll let him in." "I wouldn't keep Joe waiting too long." "You know how nervous he gets." "You, uh—You have a message for me?" " Sure." " Well, what is it?" "We can't waste time like this." "How did you like the museum this afternoon?" "I was gonna tell you about that, Joe." "I made a detailed plan of the crown room." "It should prove very helpful to us." "Hand it over." "I said hand it over." "You're makin' a mistake, Joe." "I arranged with the Englishman to come here tonight." "As soon as he's out of the way, then you can proceed." " Gimme the map." " You'll find it's complete." " Even to the location of the light beams." " Thanks." "What's the matter with you, Joe?" "Have you—" " Have you gone crazy?" " Try to double-cross me, will ya?" "No, no." "I wouldn't do that, Joe." "Don't, Joe." "Don't." " Don't." "Don't, Joe." " I guess you had to learn sometime." "240." "I say, do you realize where we are?" " What an amazing coincidence!" " Perhaps "contrivance" would be a more suitable word." " Would it?" "Why?" " I will ask you a question." " Who directed you to this place?" " A nice old gentleman I met in the museum." " He broke my camera." "We made an appointment to replace it." " Oh, so?" " He's outside now, and Moto's with him." " Yeah?" "Do you understand that you are the only person... who can identify that gangster who stole the armored car?" " Yes. [Gasps]" " This is undoubtedly their rendezvous." " Wh-What?" " Taxi!" "The Fremont Museum, please." "Quickly!" "Get the car." "Looks awfully dark." "I don't think there's anybody here." " What do you want?" " I'm Mr. Moto, of the International Police." "We wish to come in." "My business is urgent." " Oh, yes." "I remember you." "You were here this afternoon." " That's correct." "So were you." "Come in." "Bad night." "I suppose you want to see the curator." " Professor Hildebrand is here?" " Oh, yes." "He just came in." "He'll be glad to see you." "He's got the jitters about that crown." "May I suggest that you notify the police to have the museum watched?" "I suspect there will be an attempt to steal the crown tonight." "Yes, sir." "I will, sir." "Just as soon as I show you to the curator's office." "Thank you." "I know the way." "[Thunderclap]" "Oh!" "[Gasps]" " Look out!" " [Grunting]" "What is it?" "[Sighs] Footprints, byJove!" "You're very perceptive, Mr. Featherstone." "I say, Mr. Moto—" " Do you really wish to be of assistance?" " You bet your boots I do." "Then come with me, over there." "Station yourself right here." "I can trust no one else." "Remain silent and inconspicuous and watch." " Stay here, don't show myself, and watch." " That's correct." "Mr. Moto, i-if I do see anything, what shall I do?" "Inform me immediately." "I shall be in the curator's office." " I may enter?" " Mr. Moto, what are you doing here?" "I wish to see Professor Hildebrand, please." " He's playing chess with Mr. Manderson." " Oh, so?" " I'll tell him you're here." " Please." "[Thunder Rumbling]" " [Door Opens] - [Susan] Right this way, please." " [Coughing]" " You didn't expect me to move that knight, did you?" " [Coughs] An infantile play." " Good evening." "This is a surprise, Mr. Moto." "We are kind of, uh... keeping vigil, as you might say." "[Chuckles]" "Excuse me. [Clears Throat] Your move." "Oh, leave me alone." "I can't play chess with these constant interruptions." " [Laughing]" " Forgive the intrusion, gentlemen... but I have some sad news." " Whatever do you mean?" " The news is for Mr. Manderson." "I regret to inform you that your servant, Wong, is dead." "What?" " What are you talking about?" " He was killed— uh, less than an hour ago." "Ki— Do you mean, murdered?" "Yes." "He was stabbed with a desk knife." "What?" "I can't believe it, Mr. Moto." "How did it happen?" "Poor faithful Wong." "Have the police been notified, Mr. Moto?" "L— l-I must call them at once!" "I understand that my news is a shock, Mr. Manderson." "Yes." "But how did you find it out, Mr. Moto?" "Hello, operator?" "H-How did you find it out?" "Where did it happen?" "Hello." "Oper— Op—" "What is the matter with this infernal thing?" "Hello?" "Someone deprived this instrument of all utility." "[Thunderclap]" "[Attempting To Whistle]" " ## [Whistling] - [Hiccups]" "[Hiccups]" "I don't understand any of this." "If, Mr. Moto, as you say, you're out to catch this, uh, legendary Metaxa person... you are no more on holiday than I am." "Perhaps I have the busman's conception of a holiday." "It's preposterous." "The scoundrel's been dead for years." "Please accept my assurance that Metaxa is, uh, abundantly alive... conducting his existence right here in San Francisco." "I don't believe it." "Uh, do you really think he'll try to steal the crown?" "Assuredly." "A man with Metaxa's psychosis... will be unable to resist the impulse." "Then it must have been he who cut the telephone wires!" "Good heavens!" "He might be here, now, in the museum." " Why don't you call the police?" " Oh, no." "I have journeyed a long way to find Metaxa, and..." "I do not wish to give him cause for alarm." "Alarm." "ByJupiter!" "I've forgotten all about the alarm system." "Gentlemen, we have no real problem." "The beam system, then, is in working order?" "You may bet your shirt on that, Mr. Moto." " I set it myself before dinner." " Well, you're certain this time?" "Of course I am." "I don't make a mistake twice, Manderson." "But to satisfy you, I'll show you." "[Chuckles]" "There." "[Clears Throat]" "Hmm?" "What?" "I-It's ruined!" " Completely ruined!" " Yep." "Someone did a thorough job of it." "Now we must tell the police." " Hello." "Hello." "Give me the poli— - [Receiver Cradle Clicking]" "What?" "Wha— Oh!" " Uh, come with me." "I'll notify the guard." " [Susan] Professor Hildebrand!" "Come quickly!" "There's a man lying on the floor out there." " I think he's dead." " What?" " Where?" " Here." " Why, it's Mr. Featherstone." " Yes." "He came in with me." " Uh, well, is he alive?" " Indeed yes." "Purely a temporary concussion." "Uh, Susan, did you see anything?" "Why, I heard a noise, looked out, and saw him lying here." "Then I distinctly heard someone running away." "And from what direction did that sound proceed?" " Right from the doorway, there." " Oh, so?" "I'll get my first aid kit." "Mr. Stevens." "May I ask what you are doing here?" "[Chuckles] I might ask you the same question." "I came by to pick up Miss French." "Wh-What's happened?" "Oh, this is a lot of tomfoolery." "Can't you call a doctor for that boy?" "There's nothing the matter with Mr. Featherstone that an aspirin cannot cure." "Mr. Stevens, would you be of material assistance... by carrying him into the office?" " [Groaning]" " He's coming to." " Who struck you, my friend?" " Me... taxa." " [Hiccups]" " What?" "Metaxa is in America." "One golden rule to follow:" "Never— [Hiccups]" "Hildebrand." "Hildebrand, what are you standing there for?" "Wh-What are you waiting for?" "Why don't you call the watchman?" " Yes." " I think it would be more desirable... were we to ask Mr. Stevens to come into the inner office for a little chat?" "Me?" "Am I right in assuming that you think I socked Featherstone?" " Step inside, please." " Yes." "Yes!" "Be so kind as to tell me when he recovers." "Don't make a sound." "Where is the switch to the alarm system?" " You have nothing to fear if you tell me." " Why—" "It's on the other side of the desk." "You'll have to let me get over there." "Go on!" " I warn you, do not attempt to mislead me." " Oh, I wouldn't." "Then where is it?" "[Susan] Under the carpet." "There's a spring on the floor." " Where?" " [Breathing Heavily] There." " I see nothing." " You have to roll back the carpet." "[No Audible Dialogue]" " You show me." " [Softly] I can't." "It's right in front of you." "I can't see it!" "Mr. Moto!" "Mr. Moto!" "[Screams]" "Congratulations, Miss French." "And Mr. Stevens." "Why, i-it's Borodoff." "Oh, well, what does it mean?" " Is he Metaxa?" " He tried to find out where the alarm switch was." " Uh-huh." "Your Bolshevik." " Borodoff is a criminal, but not of Metaxa's standard." "He and his partner are well-known to the French and English police... and, uh, until a few months ago, they operated in Shanghai." "His accomplice is known to all of you as Miss Eleanor Kirke." "I-I—I don't know what it all means." "Now, if this man isn't Metaxa, and Stevens—" "But there are many other criminals, Professor, who covet those jewels." "For instance, that gangster Joe Rubla and his associates?" "Well, any fool could see that, Mr. Moto." "But what about Metaxa?" "Yes, Mr. Moto." "Now, have you changed your opinion, or do you still believe..." " that Metaxa will come here tonight?" " He's here now, Professor." " In this room." " What?" "[Manderson] What on earth do you mean?" "You see, last night, Wong chanced to discover Metaxa's identity." "He arranged a meeting with me in order to collect the reward... without endangering himself." "But, uh, Metaxa guessed his intention, and... uh, stabbed him before I reached the rendezvous." "Fortunately, however, before he died... he was able to reveal Metaxa's alias." "Professor Hildebrand, will you be so kind... as to accompany me to police headquarters?" "Oh, yes, yes." "Of course— What?" "Why, this is outrageous!" "I had nothing to do with this, nothing!" "I refuse to go with you." "Oh, so?" "In that case, I feel we must use persuasion." "Mr. Stevens, please guard Professor Hildebrand and Monsieur Borodoff... until I arrange for an official arrest?" "And do not hesitate to use this if necessary." "How dare you!" "I'm Roger Chauncey Hildebrand." "You all know me!" "This accusation's monstrous!" " Gentlemen, the case is closed." " Mr. Moto, congratulations." " I shall see you all later, at Headquarters." " [Stammering]" "I believe he's Metaxa!" "I say, sir, would you pose for a candid portrait exclusively tomorrow?" " Certainly not!" " Hildebrand... if you're really the scoundrel who killed Wong, I—" "[Sniffles] Excuse me, I want to call a cab and make arrangements... for Wong's funeral." "[Thunderclap]" " What are you waiting for?" " There's somebody in there!" "Hey, somebody's in the vault now." "[O'Hara] Reach for it!" "Get down out of there and keep those hands high!" " Hey, we ain't done nothin'." " No!" "The guy you want's inside now— lifting the crown." " Aw, save that malarkey." " Look for yourself!" "Say, Moto gave us a good tip." "This mug is Joe Rubla, all right." "Yeah?" "We have got ourselves somethin'." "Come on." "One moment, Mr. Manderson." "I regret that I must ask you to put down your weapon." "I trust you will not be so foolhardy as to attempt escape." "Escape?" "From you?" "My dear Moto, I know your reputation far too well." "You may drop your characterization now, Mr. Metaxa." "Oh, yes." "Uh, may I have the crown, if you please?" "You are very clever, Mr. Moto." "I flattered myself that I had completely hidden my identity... but I see that my sense of security was false." "Please remain where you are." "It would be most distasteful to me... should I be obliged to shoot you." " Excellent makeup, Mr. Metaxa." " Thank you." "Perhaps you would be so kind as to remove it... so that I might acquaint myself with your true appearance?" "Certainly, Mr. Moto." "It will be a relief to be rid of it." "I understand." "My particular aversion is beards." "They itch." " [Thunderclap]" " There." "And now, Mr. Moto, would you have the courtesy... of explaining to me just how you came to suspect me?" "Gladly." "Your trusted servant Wong appeared to have some secret from you." " Yes." " The daring manner in which you killed him..." " was characteristic of Metaxa." " So you invented that story of Wong's death speech." "Oh, yes." "He was quite dead when I found him." "Your generous contribution to the funds of the expedition... was a shrewd investment— also, I have... great admiration for your infinite patience... but you made one simple mistake, Mr. Metaxa." " How so?" " When you returned here tonight... your wet shoes left their mark on the museum floor." " What is so unusual about that?" " Nothing, except the footprints were the firm stride... of a healthy man— until they reached the curator's office... where they suddenly, and most conveniently, developed a decided limp." "You are most ingenious, Mr. Moto." "It was stupid of me not to have seen through your false accusation of Hildebrand." " What's going on here?" " Get back there!" " My antiquities!" "My mummies!" " My goodness!" "Mr. Moto needs me!" "I am coming, Mr. Moto!" "[Sculpture Shattering]" " What's the matter, sir?" " Turn on the lights!" " Watch this man." " What?" "And now, Mr. Metaxa, if you have no more tricks to play..." " perhaps you will capitulate?" " Do you need any help, Mr. Moto?" "Thank you, not now." "But you may see that Professor Hildebrand is released." " What's this?" "Another one, Mr. Moto?" " Yes, Sergeant." "This is the real Metaxa." "Show him special attention, please." "You will find a Mr. Borodoff under guard in the museum." "He will make a fourth, should they wish to play bridge." "[Laughing]" "Oh, Mr. Stevens!" "May I suggest that you place the crown in safe hands... until the alarm system is repaired?" "Don't worry, Mr. Moto." "I'll take care of it!" "Oh!" "I'm awfully sorry I dropped it, Mr. Moto." "Oh, well." "Perhaps I was not meant to have a vacation."