 Welcome to Hollywood. The Iron Courses Radio and Television Service brings you the Hollywood Radio Theater starring James Mason and Pamela Colino in Five Fingers. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving Cummings. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we bring you another of our 20 greats, Five Fingers. A thrilling drama of a clever spy who sold his services to the highest bidder and recreating his original role of the infamous traitor in this 20th century fox picture will be James Mason and as his co-star his charming wife, Pamela Colino. Now act one of Five Fingers starring James Mason as the yellow and Pamela Colino as Countess Stavisky. This account begins in 1944. The war was at its height but some nations still were neutral among them Turkey. One evening late in March, an attache of the German embassy at Ankara, a man named Moisich, was about to enter his quarters when a stranger appeared from out of the shadows. Whatever you do, don't raise your voice. Who are you? What do you want? Take me to your office. Either you tell me who you are. Don't be a fool. I brought you the opportunity of a lifetime. I can make you the envy of the entire German Foreign Service. Now open the door. The stranger was in his middle 30s, well dressed and as Moisich soon found out exceedingly sure of himself. Let me warn you Moisich, not one word of this must reach anyone except your ambassador. My life will depend on your discretion. A responsibility I do not choose to accept. I'm afraid you have no choice. Your life will depend upon it too. You see, certain British documents classed as most secret have come into my possession. The price is 20,000 pounds. English pounds sterling. 20,000? Who are you? I am a spy, obviously. I'm also a businessman. And you consider it sound business to pay 20,000 pounds to an unidentified amateur for a set of so-called secret documents? Not so-called, not secret. I said most secrets. You will inform Herr von Papen of my offer. Naturally, he'll have to check with Berlin. I'll telephone you on Friday for his answer. I must have more information. If you accept, I'll return at 7 o'clock on Friday evening with two rolls of film containing photographs of the document. And I will receive from you the sum of 20,000 pounds in English banknotes. For each subsequent roll of film, the price will be 15,000 pounds. Is this clear? It's not clear at all. What documents containing what? For one thing, the English have been discussing with the Turks their possible participation in the war. A matter of pure supposition. I have the minutes of their secret talks. Your ambassador Herr von Papen would be enlightened by them and perhaps a little frightened. What is it? The latest Allied plans for the shuttle bombing of certain Balkan targets. When and by whom and how many. Go on. Don't be greedy, Moisés. What do you expect for 20,000 pounds? How did you obtain such information? There is no concern of yours. Noise my identity and please do not have me followed. You Germans have no talent for it. You keep wanting to get ahead of the people you follow. Yes, destiny extended hand to you. Take it and hold on. Good night, Moisés. The men left. Moisés did not have him followed. But had he done so, he'd have discovered that his visitor was in the employ of the British embassy. The ambassador's ballot. And like any proper ballot, he was at his post when the ambassador returned shortly before midnight from a reception. A pleasant reception, sir? Diplomatic receptions are never pleasant, D'Ello. The faces may be, but never the motives. Your coat, sir. Allow me. Speaking of pleasant faces, D'Ello. At one time weren't you in the service of the Countess Staviski? I was valid to her late husbands at the Court of St. James. She was at the reception. Was she well, sir? As charming and lovely as ever, but not so well off. The Nazis in Poland have confiscated everything she owns. I'm sorry to hear it, sir. She was a lady of great wealth. And she used it well. More than anyone I've ever known, Countess Staviski symbolized the world in which she lived. A world of beauty and luxury. Gone forever, I'm afraid. Let us hope not, sir. I put the survey of Turkish manganese beside your bed together with your journal. Oh, yes. Thank you. That will be all. D'Ello. One moment, sir. Your capsule. D'Ello, have you ever considered the possibility that you might, just for once, forget something? Often, sir. I don't think you'd ever get over it. No, do I. Good night, Your Excellency. Three days later, the German ambassador, Franz von Papen, sent for his aid, Moisage. He had just received a dispatch from Berlin. Well, it's here, Moisage. Read it. Transaction approved. Take every precaution. Essential, you determine identity of agent. Expect immediate report. It was sent by Colton Brunner. Well, here's the money. 20,000 pounds, eh? There's no need to count it, Moisage. I have not taken any of it. Sir, but I had no such intention. Believe me, I was just... Are you sure you can handle this alone? Oh, yes, sir. And I can develop the film myself. Good. The fewer people who know about this, the better. Particularly if this fellow makes fools of us. What was your impression, Moisage? Arrogant, spoiled, cynical. A British aristocrat if I ever saw one, sir. Fantastic. By the way, a code name has been assigned to him. He used to be referred to as Cicero. The name is the personal choice of Herr Ribbentrop. Is it any significant, sir? None that I know of, except the surprising fact that Herr Ribbentrop had ever even heard of Cicero. He'll be here tonight. He said seven o'clock, sir. Keep your wit sharp. A great deal depends on you. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Moisage. Yes, excellent. The money, here, you forgot it. Excellent. Promptly at seven o'clock, Diallo arrived at Moisage's office. On the desk lay the pile of banknotes. Ah, you have the money, I see. Thank you, Moisage. The film? Here, two rolls. Oh, fetch me a drink when I count it. Will you scotch whiskey, please? I'm sure you must have some. We have the best of everything. One of the pleasures of duty in a neutral country. You Germans can drink fine scotch whiskey and your enemies can fill up on fine German beer. Well, you can count the money later. It goes into the safe now until I've developed the film. Are you going to develop the film yourself? Yes, there's a dark room down the hall. Then perhaps you'd better drink this. You're trembling like a butterfly. You'll remain here until I come back. I lock the door. I won't open it to anyone but you. Now hurry. Moisage was stunned by the contents of the film as well he might have been. Back in his office he did his best to hide his excitement. Interesting snapshots, aren't they? The documents seem to be genuine. Don't be pompous, Moisage. My government has authorized me to make further arrangements with you. Splendid. 15,000 pounds for each additional roll of film. Oh, and about my present fee, I've counted the money. It was all there. Well, that money isn't the safe. It was. You opened the safe. It's open. You see, I said to myself, if I were an ambitious attaché like Moisage, what would be the combination of my safe? Oh, dear. And the answer was 1, 30, 33 the day Hitler came to power. I imagine that that would open half the safes in Germany. What an unimaginative lot you are. Well, don't be upset, Moisage. There was nothing else worth taking. My government is prepared to pay 10,000 pounds per roll. No more. We won't haggle. I risk my life to get these photographs. My price is quite reasonable. You'll pay it. Not until we know who you are and how you obtain such information. That is my business. I will tell you this. I work at the British Embassy. Sooner or later, you'll find that out anyway. You have been assigned a code name, Cicero. Cicero. A man of nobility, eloquence, and dissatisfaction. I like that name. When will you bring my film? A week from tonight. Have some money ready. Oh, and change the number of the combination. May I suggest one? Try 6, 18, 15. That's the date of the Battle of Waterloo. Good night, Herr Moisage. Diallo left. Then he took a walk, which led him to a rather shabby section of town and to a rooming house. The quarters of Countess Anna Stavisky. Oh, it's you, Diallo. Well, come in. Do I disturb you, madam? Not at all. Fortunately, I have a dinner engagement, but he's an undersecretary and he's used to waiting. Any particular undersecretary, madam? Undersecretaries are never particular, Diallo. Perhaps that's why they take me to dinner. It's far more likely that in madam's presence they feel like ambassadors. Of all the diplomats I've ever known, you're still the best. It is my good fortune that you've known so few valets. Diallo, please. I've spoken to you before about this. You're the valet to the British ambassador, not to me. Now, sit down and tell me the gossip. I'll begin with the British ambassador, madam. He finds you the most radiant, the most sought-after lady in Ankara. To him, you're a symbol of everything worth having and wanting. A symbol of the good old days. That's me. You see this, Diallo? An emerald. The last of the lot. I want you to take this to the pawnshop tomorrow. I couldn't face another trip. Would it not be pleasant to make just one more trip, madam? This time to redeem your jewels? Redeem? With English pounds? Here. Where did you get that money? It's yours. 5,000 pounds. But it can't be real. There's nothing as real as money. But I may never be able to pay this back. I don't want it back. I can't permit you. It must be the savings of a lifetime. Not savings, madam. I'm not a saving man. A business venture of mine has paid off handsomely. But what has it to do with me? I propose to advance you 5,000 pounds in return for certain favors. I have here another 15,000. I couldn't possibly keep 30,000 for the embassy, nor do I want to draw attention to myself by depositing it in a bank. But you, madam, could keep it for me. Go on, Diallo. You could leave this grubby room, rent an attractive villa. Live as you please. But how would all that be a favor to you? From time to time, I shall want to transact my business in privacy. And set aside certain quarters for me. I see. If all goes well, I shall have some 200,000 pounds within 12 weeks. That's the amount I've set as my goal. And then? South America. A new life, a new name. That, of course, will require a passport, visas, letters of credit. You could be of great help in obtaining them for me. How? I'll explain that when the time comes. Is there anything else? Nothing. Except all I've told you must remain extremely confidential. Seems little enough to ask for 5,000 pounds. Are you going to tell me what your business is? Sometime, perhaps. Not now. This is quite a trust you put in me. You seem very sure of yourself. I'm sure of you, madam. Oh? For three years I was valid to your late husband. It is said that no man is a hero to his valid. It is also true that no woman is a mystery to her husband's valid. You know me that well? Well enough. The source of your money has never concerned you any more than the source of your electric light. They became worrisome only when they were shut off. Quite true, but there it's pride. I have pride. A great deal I'd append upon your pride. You'll find it intolerable to have it known that your wealth was the gift of a servant. So, you will keep your mouth shut tight. Get me a brandy. There, on the table. Of course. No, D'Alo. Not two glasses. I shall drink only out of one, thank you. Do you know why I discharged you after my husband died? I think I do, madam. Because you made me uneasy. I felt you had an evil genius for something. Little did I know it was for making money. That's a lie. That wasn't why I made you uneasy. No? No. You were attracted to me. It was upsetting to feel that way about a valid and to feel that the valid knew it all the time. Have I offended you? You'll soon be very rich. Everything worth having and wanting. The ambassador didn't say that about you. I did. That's how I've always thought about you. And now you want me to go with you to South America? Yes. Away from the war, the intrigue, the fear... And the poverty. And it would be right for us now. Because now, now at last we are equals. Yes. Equals. Who's lying now, dear love? Where are you going? Madam has a dinner engagement and we seem suddenly to have run out of gossip. You made me a business proposition. I agree to that part of it. As for the rest, it's not an impossibility. It's merely an improbability. And above all, an impertinence. Because I address you as an equal. No. Because you address me as a servant. Because in the manner of an inferior you tried to buy something you didn't think you merited on your own. Now, let's get down to the details of business. As Madam wishes. My name is Anna. Yes, Anna. Thank you. It was inevitable, of course, that the British Embassy would discover that many of their carefully guarded secrets were now known to the Nazis. When this disturbing news reached London, a counter-respionage agent named Travers was sent to the ambassador at Ankara. We've made all sorts of preliminary checks, Mr. Travers. So far we've failed. I haven't the slightest idea how the German Embassy is getting this information. And if I were to assume that the source is someone here, here at the Embassy, sir? Not all our personnel and permanent employees have had security clearance from London. Forgive me, but I've never known a self-respecting spy without security clearance. And where do you store your state paper, sir? Right here in my study, and that's safe. What about the code room? Fadden can answer that. The code room is under constant guard, night and day. Sir Frederick, don't you think that this lamentable lapse in security could be due to a slip of the lip at some party or reception? My lips are not in the habit of slipping, Mr. Travers. Nor do I imply that they are, sir, but our secret information does pass through other hands. It might pass through other lips. Now, McFadden's been telling me about an unattached lady, a certain Countess Stavisky. It is possible, is it not, that... I beg your pardon, Your Excellency. What is it, yellow? It's time for your capsule, sir. Oh, thank you, yellow. Just set it down. Yes, sir. You were saying Travers... Are you a vanit? Yes. He's been with me for years. Well, about the Countess. According to McFadden, her circumstances have taken a startling change for the better. Does anyone know the source of her sudden good fortune? I'm not able to answer that. However, she has many friends on either side, allied and axis. Oh, by the way, you'll be interested to know I am not the only newcomer to Ankara. Colonel van Richter was also on the train from Istanbul. Van Richter? The Gestapo? Travelling under a Swiss passport. He calls himself Rudolph Hoedler, a tobacco buyer from Bern. He went directly to the German embassy, sir. Now, Dad, he's reporting to Van Papen as I'm reporting to you. If we only knew what they're saying. Yes, Sir Frederick, if we only knew. Van Papen's reception of Van Richter was anything but cordial. Van Papen had good reason to be aroused. So you come here seeking confirmation of the documents we bought from Cicero. You had your confirmation on the 5th of April. We sent you the British plans to bomb the Ploesti oil fields. Were they bombed or weren't they? Thousands of dead. Millions of gallons of precious oil destroyed. What is the need for further confirmation here, Van Richter? Regarding Cicero, it remains the opinion of General Kalkenprenund myself that all this still could be a British trap. Now, then, you seem very certain about the connection between the Countess Daviski and Cicero. May I ask why? Because it is obvious. Why else would he choose her new home for his next meeting with Moisish? What a strange and sudden and perfect relationship. Too strange, too sudden, too perfect. The unknown Cicero and the well-known Countess, well-known for her anti-German sentiment. Yet only a month ago she pleaded with me for an opportunity to work in our interests. For love, here from Papen, or for money? For money, of course. Alone, until the time when we return her property with confiscated in Poland. I want to talk to Cicero myself. Moisish, when do you meet with him next? First the evening, Countess. Then you will arrange for Mr. Hoedler, the Swiss businessman to be present. On Thursday night, the Countess Daviski was again entertaining. Among her guests was the tobacco buyer from Switzerland. During the evening, she led him through the house to his occluded wing where someone was waiting for him. You will find your man in that room, Mr. Hoedler. I shall see that you are not disturbed. Thank you, Madame. Are you, too, a diplomat, Monsieur, like here, Moisish? I suppose you could call me a middleman. There are so many Swiss middlemen. It seems to be a national occupation. And what could be more natural? After all, we Swiss have been in the middle for hundreds of years. Just knock on the door, Monsieur. Colonel von Richter, sit down, please. Moisish tells me that you ought to be the new intermediary. That is correct. Moisish is too well known here. It will be safer for me to deal with you. I'm happy to hear it. I share your concern. Dave, Countess, have you told her who I am? Of course not. Does she know the nature of your business? No. Then just what is her relation? My dear Colonel, I did not invite you here to discuss my personal affairs. We have some business to transact. Did you bring the money? You will be paid after we have developed the film. During the past weeks, I have sold Moisish 50 photographs. All of genuine secret documents. That's proof enough of my good faith. Henceforth you will pay on delivery. No? Well, possibly. You're no longer interested in the strategic plans of the Allies for the entire Mediterranean area. A second front? I do not know the number of the front. I do know that in these documents, Mr Churchill keeps referring to the soft underbelly of Europe. Of course, I could take the film to von Papen and ask that he himself query the German High Commanders to their interests. Very well. Here. 15,000 pounds. Why, you had it with you all the time. Who are you anyway? If I told you I was the... valid to the British ambassador, would you believe me? Certainly not. You see. At least tell me why you are selling us this information. I thought it was self-evident for money. No, but you must have some other motive. Perhaps you share our disgust with British decadence. If I have a disgust for everything, it is simply for poverty. You sell us information which will help us win the war. Yet you insist upon being paid in money with a very dubious future. British pound. What makes you think I think Germany will win the war? Apart from the money we pay you, you attach little importance to these dark men's. Why? In the first place, I cannot sell you the intelligence to make the proper use of them. In the second place, by informing a man about to be hanged of the exact size, location and strength of the rope, you do not remove either the hangman or the certainty of his being hanged. And now I'm sure you will want to rejoin your party. One week from tonight, I shall have some more film for you. Good night, Colonel. I trust your meeting was a happy one, Mr. Hodler. Quite satisfactory. Thank you. And you will honor us soon again. The honor will be mine. Good night, madame. Ah, how charmingly you sweet-click your heels. Good night, Mr. We'll continue with act two of Five Fingers in a moment. Letters that come to this show from servicemen bear postmarks from all over the world, and it's plain to see that they're having a wonderful opportunity to observe new customs and traditions among people of other lands. They're finding out too that these ideas of other people aren't so strange after all. For instance, in Fecamp in northern France, most of the men of the village are fishermen. Before venturing out to sea, they gather in the Notre Dame de Salute Church to make their devotions, and bring divine guidance for a successful trip and safe return. Benedictine services are held also in other parts of France, in England and Newfoundland, in Greece and Italy. They're of a religious nature, but fishermen are pretty superstitious, too. Many of them will refuse to join a ship that doesn't have a mascot, and some refuse to sail on certain days, or when the tide is running a certain way. I just don't think it'll be lucky for them. Well, this might sound strange, but as our servicemen have observed, we have our own traditions about the sea. In some cases, these are religious, too, such as the services that are held in San Diego and Wilmington, California, and New Orleans and other fishing centers of Louisiana. We have other customs as far as luck is concerned. The christening of a ship by breaking a bottle of wine or water over its bow, the carrying of a dog, cat, or other animal as a mascot. And the ritual still exists when crossing the equator of initiating the first timers, introducing them to King Neptune, the royal chaplain, the surgeon, the barber, and the royal baby. It's an enduring custom that dates back into antiquity when men in all seriousness paid homage to the sea gods. These things are part of our culture, and they have their equivalence among the customs and traditions of other people. The way of doing things may be different, but the ideals are the same, and our servicemen are helping to maintain goodwill between us and the people of other countries by observing these customs, by learning about them, and by honoring them. Now our producer, Mr. Cummings. Act two of Five Fingers starring James Mason as D'Ello and Pamela Collino as Countess Stavisky. Two weeks went by. The man known to the British as D'Ello the Vellet and the Nazis as Cicero the Spy continued his audacious operations. How did he get his information? Months before, he had learned the combination of the safe and the ambassador's study. Removing the documents, he would place them under a lamp, but the ordinary electric light bulb was not bright enough. So he would substitute a much more powerful one, and then with a tiny pocket camera, quickly photograph each new document. In a matter of moments, the papers would be back in the safe and the original bulb restored to the lamp. Simple and incredibly bold, and bound sooner or later to be discovered. But not yet. No, not yet. Come in, D'Ello. Another profitable evening? Profitable enough to bring the total to 75,000 pounds. Why don't you stop now? Why go on playing with fire? What makes you think I am? Oh, don't treat me like an idiot child. My friend, Hodler, he isn't sweet. I know a crush when I see one. Does it matter to you? Your safety matters to me. My security depends upon yours. Oh, forgive me. I keep thinking of myself as a man. I keep forgetting that I'm a valetouper's dividend. I can't be why a man as rich as you should go on pressing the trousers of the British ambassador. That's where I get my money. I steal the loose change from his pockets. Before you go, get me a drink, will you? Tell me, where do you plan to settle and go to South America? Real. There's no city like it in the world. When did you decide to go there? Many years ago. I was a cabin boy on a dirty tramp steamer. I could remember looking up at a villa high on a mountainside above the harbor. I could see a man on a balcony. He was wearing a white dinner jacket. He seemed close enough to touch and yet he was beyond the reach of anyone. I swore then that someday I would be that man. My drink, please. Do you have a nationality, D'Ello? You are not a native Englishman, are you? Albanian, English by adoption. In England, it seemed profitable to become a gentleman, so I went into service. As you have pointed out, I am not yet a gentleman, but I am the best of the gentleman's gentlemen. Which reminds me, the ambassador will be wondering what has kept me. D'Ello? I shall find Rio very much to my liking. You have waited a long time to kiss me. You don't have to wait any longer. Anna? Yes, D'Ello. Get me a drink. During the following weeks, D'Ello's fortune grew to 155,000 pounds. And yet despite the unerring accuracy of the information which he sold to the Germans, stubbornly and amazingly refused to act upon it. Still afraid that D'Ello was really a British agent. At a British embassy, Travers, the counter-espionage officer, continued on the merry-go-round, which had led him exactly nowhere. But one morning he asked the ambassador to send for D'Ello. We feel you can help us, D'Ello. After all, you were valid to the husband of Count Estavisci for some time. I'm sure you'll learn more about both of them than we could in a lifetime of investigation. Infinitely more, Mr. Travers. Tell me, did you ever hear the Countess express sympathy for the Nazis? To my knowledge, the Countess never spoke of countries or of political parties, sir. The world to her was made up of individual people whom she either liked or disliked. Well, would you consider her to have been pro-German? The Countess was capable of being pro anything, sir, if it made for a congenial dinner party. Would you consider it possible for her to have become a German agent? Only for money, sir. Of which she has suddenly acquired the most generous supply. I... I know nothing about spies, of course, but I can remember that the Countess had a remarkable talent for receiving confidences from important people. The late Count was relied upon her for acquiring information. Thank you, D'Ello. That's all. Oh, I'll be dining at the American Embassy. You may take the evening off. Thank you, sir. Clever chap. You've told us nothing. The fact remains that von Papen still anticipates every move I make. Well, Travers, no argument. No, Your Excellency. No argument. That same evening, Colonel von Richter was once again at Countess Stavisky's home, meeting with D'Ello. You're very nervous tonight, Colonel. Is something troubling you? This house is far too dangerous a meeting place for us. I wouldn't be surprised if the British were watching it. Not yet, but they will. They suspect the Countess is a German agent. Are you serious? And all the while you suspect that she was a British agent. Amusing, isn't it? We should never have met here. From now on, we won't. Do you know the Aslanhane mosque in the old quarter? Moisich will find it for you. We'll meet there a week from tonight. A week is too long. It must be sooner. Really? Why? Because there is something about which we must secure information as quickly as possible. A certain code word has appeared in several of the documents you brought us last week. The word is Overlord. We are convinced that Overlord is the name for their so-called second friend. What we must know is the place and date, the where and the when. I can understand your curiosity. I will pay you well for it. 40,000 pounds. Generous of you. But is information of that nature likely to turn up at the British Embassy in Ankara? Don't you read the documents you sell us? I photograph everything that's stamped secret, most secret and top secret. I'm not particularly interested in what they contain. You photographed the dispatch last week stating that the ambassador would receive a copy of the revised strategic plan for Overlord within ten days. 40,000 pounds, you said. For the where and the when. We'll meet at the Aslanhane Mosque on Thursday nights. Bring the money with you. In the morning, Mr. Travers for the first time had some good news for the ambassador. The British had succeeded in breaking the diplomatic code of the Nazi ambassador, von Pappen. And now for a change, sir. You can eavesdrop on von Pappen. All right, McFerden, read the message. This is from von Pappen, sir, to the Reich Foreign Minister in Berlin. In reply to your query concerning the authenticity of documents obtained from Cicero, I am firmly convinced the material is genuine. Cicero lives within the British Embassy. Obviously, he has access to top secret information. Lives here? Colton Brunner's failure to evaluate the documents and von Richter's refusal to make them available to me is a tragic blunder. I strongly urge you to bring this matter to the personal attention of the Fuhrer without delay, signed von Pappen. The code name for the informer, sir. Now, with your permission, I'll order a house search at once. An open search will put him right on his guilt. Well, that can't be helped. We can't catch him. We've got to frighten him. Enough to make him stop for a while. As you know, I'm expected in Cairo tomorrow evening. Until I return, take any security measure you think necessary. Well, for one thing, I suggest the combination on your safety changed and safety devices installed. A dozen members of the staff here have access to most of your secret documents. And there's also McFadden and you and I. Cicero could be any one of us. Yes, sir. Any one of us. Well, McFadden, better start changing that combination. How long will it take? Oh, a few days, sir. But I can install an alarm bell in a matter of hours. I'm sorry to disturb you, sir. About your trip to Cairo, shall I pack your uniforms? I won't be needing them. Thank you, dear Lord. Very well, sir. I'll tell you about it. By the way, dear Lord, don't be upset if these gentlemen ransacked my quarters while I'm gone. Oh, there'll be no need for that, I'm sure, sir. On Thursday night, Moisich and von Richter appeared as scheduled at the entrance of the Aslan honey mass. The commander will look here and find it. What's not there? It's never been late before, sir. Never. Could it be possible, sir, that the British have found him out? It is more possible that the British have known about him all the time. It's very curious how easily Cicero acquired the documents he wanted to sell. And when only once we named the information we want to buy, how mysteriously he failed to deliver it. What does the Colonel propose to do now, sir? Precisely nothing. All spies in time outlive their usefulness. I'm afraid, Moisich, that your friend Cicero has just about outlived his. Now, drive me back to the embassy. No, Diello did not appear that night at the mosque. He went instead to call on the counters to receive. Oh, you can be very proud of me, Diello. You have everything you asked for. Your passport, your visas, and your tickets. Your name is now Roberto Antonini. Well done, Senora Antonini. It was nothing. One of my many pleasant, wifely duties. How much did they cost? 5,000 pounds. Another thousand for birth and marriage certificate. And the tickets? Two first-class compartments, separate cars on the Istanbul Express leaving tomorrow evening. And the ship? An Argentine passenger freighter sailing from Istanbul directly to Diello, day after tomorrow at sundown. Now, remember, you ought to take no notice of me whatsoever on the train. When we reach Istanbul, we'll go aboard the ship at once. How does it go at the bank? The bank manager seemed extremely curious. But the papers will be ready tomorrow morning. How much? Another thousand. And all my powers of persuasion decide of respectability. That leaves roughly 130,000 pounds. In dollars, about 600,000. In Brazilian cruceros, about 11 and a half million. Plus the 40,000 you've got tonight. No, I withdrew from that transaction. The market's getting shaky. I've decided to retire. You have before you an Argentine gentleman of leisure about to take up residence in Brazil. I'm glad. We have more than enough anyway. We? We have more than enough? My dear senora Antonini, where I came from, a man's money is his own. And if his wife is a good wife, he gives her some from time to time. Whatever you say, Roberto. Will you miss being a countess? Not for a moment, darling. Not for a moment. In the morning, Mr. Travers, for the first time, had reason to specifically question the ambassador's vow. Uh, hello. May I ask what you're doing with those letters? Please, sir. Mr. Marston gave them to me. The ambassador's personal mail, sir. Oh, all right. I see. Perhaps you better take charge of it, sir, until he returns from Cairo. I think we'd better put it in the safe. How many letters are there? Uh, five, sir. Oh, this one seems quite personal. A lady's handwriting. You were looking at it, weren't you? It's perfumed, sir. It struck me as such a pity that so few ladies use perfumed letter paper these days. By the way, dear, I went you away from the embassy last night, between nine and ten. Yes, sir. Would you mind accounting for your movements? Not at all, sir. I worked for a while on the boulevard, for a drink at the Yuccell Palace. Then back to the embassy. Now, one other question about the Countess. Do you remember any particularly close friend she may have had in Switzerland? Did she go there often? Oh, very often, sir. She was extremely fond of Switzerland. Ah, then that explains it. Countess Tobiska left by plane for Switzerland this morning. I hope she can enjoy it in the style to which she is accustomed. Now, that shouldn't be any problem. She took with her 130,000 pounds. I wonder where she'd got it. Yes. I wonder, sir. Moment Act Three of Five Fingers. The town of Kotsabue, Alaska, had very little defense against the fire which raced through it on a winter's night. In a few hours, houses, stores, and other buildings had burned to the ground, and many people were homeless. The unit from the Eleventh Air Division, stationed nearby, took charge and made space for the people to stay overnight, sun-up, top-roarish, shelters, and mess tents. And the next day, they set to work to rebuild the town. On off-duty hours throughout the next few weeks, they worked as carpenters, painters, bricklayers, plumbers, and electricians. And from their example, the people of Kotsabue took heart. As the town was rebuilt, their hope for the future was rekindled. Such acts by you and your friends today are shaping our world of tomorrow. We pause now for station identification. The town rises on Act Three of Five Fingers, starring James Mason as D'Yello and Pamela Collino as Countess Stavisky. To D'Yello, the news was unthinkable. Anna Stavisky had stolen his money and gone to Switzerland. He hurried away from the embassy, went to a cafe and telephoned Moisage. Listen carefully, Moisage. Tell Colonel von Richter I have decided to get the information about Oberlord. I need the money, but I'm being watched. I'll arrange a meeting place in Istanbul. I'll call you there tomorrow at the German Consulate. After the phone call, D'Yello came directly back here to the embassy. Did he speak to anyone at the bar? I think you're on the wrong track sniffing off to D'Yello. After all, he didn't bat an eye when you told him about the Countess. But why go to a cafe to make a telephone call? And why did he... Oh, maybe you're right. Where is he now? Upstairs. If he should leave again, he'll be followed, of course. Yes, D'Yello was upstairs, staring at the ambassador's safe and the newly installed wiring that led up to the hall to an electric alarm bell. In the safe was a secret worth 40,000 pounds, but one turn of the dial in the entire British embassy would descend upon him. But then he smiled at how simple it would be. D'Yello walked down the hall to a broom closet and it was a fuse box. He removed the fuse that served the ambassador's study and thus broke the current to the alarm bell. Two minutes later, he was taking photographs of half a dozen papers containing the word Oberlord. And then there was no time to return the documents to the safe. No time for anything but to find out who was at the door. What do you want? I am the porter, sir. I clean the office now. No, not now. It's excellent. He won't be back until tomorrow. But it is necessary... Not now, I said. Come back later. But the porter was not one to quickly surrender. If he could not tidy up the study, at least he could vacuum the carpets and the corridor. And when he turned on the vacuum cleaner, there was no electricity. So I went to the broom closet, observed that a fuse was missing and promptly replaced it. Where's your D'Yello? Where did he go? Did you see him? The man! He'll get away! Where's D'Yello, my friend? He's chasing someone. You and Kim will follow him. Find him and stick with him. Get this batch off to London. I want all available information on D'Yello sent here at once. All right, McFadden. Let's take a look at the safe. All the papers are all here. What about the letters? That batch of mail that came for the ambassador. There were five letters. One letter's missing. The one with the delicate perfume. One letter gone, but none of the papers. I wonder why he... What's that light in the bedroom? It's an unusually bright lamp, isn't it? Come here. Photographic bulb! All right, all right. Have Burroughs and Murray watch the German Embassy. We've got to keep him from delivering that film. Grab him in public? Our Turkish friends might not like it. If we can't kidnap him, we'll have to kill him. There's a little matter called Overlord we've got to consider. I'll send a man out to the airport. After Johnson gets back, you and I will get out to the railroad station. If he doesn't show up at their embassy, you can be sure he's leaving town. At the German Embassy, Burroughs also making plans based on Diolo's phone call from the cafe in Moises. He said he would arrange a meeting in Istanbul very well. See what you and Sturgeon take the train. Moises and I will go by plane. Cicero is bound to be on one or the other. Shall we go armed, Colonel? Naturally. You ought to protect Cicero from the British at all costs until we get that film. And after that, sir? And after that, Moises. It'll be up to Cicero to protect himself from the British and from us. The crowded railroad station four men kept their tense watch for Diolo. Two British, two Nazis. But there was no sign of Diolo. Not until the train started to move from the platform and then from his hiding place Diolo dashed through the crowd and onto the train. I've gone through the last three cars. There's no sign of him. He's in the car just ahead. Second combat with the doors open. Well, there's nothing to do between here and Istanbul but make sure that none of them get off. Down there. The old familiar faces. The same two we saw in the station. But what if he is given them the film? They wouldn't be playing watchdog for him if he did. So, put your gun away, McFadden, and light up your pipe. It's a long ride to Istanbul. In his compartment, Diolo was reading a letter. A letter with the delicate scent addressed to the British ambassador. By the time you receive this letter I shall be far from anchor. Far from uncertainty and hunger and humiliation. I shall be settled by hope in a new life of security and self-respect. You have spoken to me so often, my dear ambassador of Diolo. The perfect valet. Surely I can offer no greater proof of my devotion to the allied cause than to inform you that your trusted Diolo is a German spy. I know both you and your government. Early the following morning, Diolo left his compartment and hid it another. Good morning, gentlemen. You sleep well. I slept extremely well. Guards to the right of me. Guards to the left of me. You are my bodyguard, aren't you? Or are you my assassin? We are here to see that no harm comes to you from the British. We will stay at your side till you reach the German consulate. Don't be whimsical. I'm here only to give you a message from Moisich. Tell him to meet me at Harkins restaurant at six o'clock this evening. We would prefer the consulate. No, thank you. So many more people go into German consulate than come out of. We must have some guarantee that your film is genuine. Here is a little strip of film. Have Moisich develop it and you will see a piece of the document that Colonel von Richter wants to buy. I'll deliver the rest of it when Moisich pays me 100,000 pounds. 100,000? I forgot to tell you I've just raised my price. At six o'clock in Istanbul in a restaurant called Harkins, Moisich kept his appointment with Diallo. Some moments later they were followed there by Travers and McFatten. Good evening, gentlemen. You wish a table? I'm looking for a friend. He'll be in a private room. There is a private room over there. It is occupied. Good. Then he's here. I am sorry. He does not wish to be disturbed. No, but he's expecting us. I am sorry. If you care to wait, please do be seated here. Well, he's here, McFatten. And Moisich is in there with him. Now, there's a time for using your wits and a time for blasting away. Let's get it over with. We've no monopoly on blasting away in this place. Huh? Are Nazi friends again? Those dim-witted supermen would drop us before we got clear of the table. But he may be handing over the film this minute. As of this minute, we don't want the film. Plans can be changed, you know. We want the yellow. We've got to know just how much the naches are found out. Now, I'm going to send him a note. Just a word or two to let him know we'll protect him. Ah, you're bomb it. Now, you jump at it. Oh, uh, are you? If you don't mind. Yes, sir? My friend may not know we're waiting for him. Would you give him this note, please? You just got it. Who is it from? What does it say? Ah, you're troubled, Moisich. Because you know that I haven't much longer to live. The two Gestapo men are here to protect you from the British. What two men? Really, Moisich, you and your guilty conscience and your big mouth. Well, the money is all in order. And here is the film. Got it. Has it occurred to you that our roles are now reversed? That the British may try to kill you? Well, Moisich, shall we go? Heading towards us, Travis. Travis, I'm touched by your solicitude. Imagine me of all men with a British sword and a British shield. Personally, I'd rather slit your throat, impractical. In that case, I'd be unable to tell you the things you want to know. You've no idea how confused the Nazis are to see you protecting me. They're still half suspect I've been a British plant all along. Now, we have a car outside. We'll see you safely to the British consulate. No. No, thank you. We'll walk away together and then say goodbye. We'll get the Turkish police to arrest you. The gun in your pocket, Mr. McFadden. It's against the law here to carry a weapon. Didn't you know? Come along. Of course. You disapprove of me, don't you, Mr. Travis? You're the most cold-blooded traitor I've seen in a lifetime of looking at human trash. What a pity. I rather hoped I looked like a gentleman. They left the restaurant. Behind them came the two Gestapo men, Siebert and Starvin. But Diello had known exactly what he was doing when he picked Hakeem's as the meeting place. Well, the narrow street was jammed with people and traffic. They walked not more than 50 feet when he suddenly darted away and was lost in the crowd. Meanwhile, Moisich had rushed to the German consulate with a roll of film that had cost a hundred thousand pounds. The film is developed, Herr Colonel. I have exactly the information you wanted. Oh, have you? It took you long enough. I was so nervous, I spoiled the first print. But here it is, sir. D-Day for Operation Overlord is tentatively set for early June along the coast of Normandy and the Cherbourg Peninsula. Colonel, did you hear me? Now you hear this. An urgent dispatch from von Papen. Von Papen? Have just received personal letter from Countess Anastaviske, naming Cicero as British agent. Unable to confirm accusation because Countess is now in Switzerland. But in due past efforts to ingratiate herself with us and compel to believe her charge is true. I cannot believe it. I have always believed it from the first. But the documents were genuine. Events prove some genuine. Of course they had to be. So that we would swallow that big lie, that one in your hand. I knew it. All along, I knew it. Nice, nice, nice. The yellow had won. And as Roberto and Annini, he sailed away to Rio. He bought a magnificent home, high on a hill, overlooking the harbor. And he wore a beautiful white dinner jacket every night. But one evening, as his valet was serving dinner out on the balcony, two gentlemen came to call on him. This is an unexpected pleasure, Senor D'Costa. And may I present my friend, Senor Santos. I am honored, Senor. Are you two associated with the bank? No, Senor, with the Brazilian Department of Investigation. And you have discovered some irregularity in my papers? Your papers are all perfectly in order. There is an irregularity, however, your account at the bank, Senor. I am overdrawn. As of yesterday, I had approximately 7 million cruisers in my account. And I was referring to the 25,000 pounds in cash with which you purchased this villa. The money has been returned. What an earth floor. It is counterfeit. You have a distorted sense of humor, Senor. And so is the money which you exchanged for Brazilian currency. It is all counterfeit. The most skillful I have ever seen. Senor Antonini, I implore you to cooperate. Those counterfeit notes were printed in Germany. The British have just established that beyond the top. And so far they have turned up in three places. Here in Brazil, in Turkey, and in Switzerland. Switzerland? Over 100,000 counterfeit British pounds confiscated there two days ago. In the possession of a political refugee, a lady account. It will be to your interest, Senor, to tell us where and how you got this money. Switzerland. Believe me, Senor, this is no laughing matter. It is my unhappiness to inform you you are under arrest. Anna! Anna, poor little Anna! Make a friend and you make an ally. There's a thought for you to keep in mind as many another American has. G.J. Watermul, a naturalized United States citizen, has done much to bring the fruits of democracy to his native country, India. As one of Hawaii's most successful merchants, Watermul, with his American wife, established the Watermul Foundation over 15 years ago to bring Indian students to America. The first year they offered 14 fellowships, paid for the student's passage to the United States and their tuition at the University of the Candidate's Choice and gave them $150 a month for two years' living expenses. Since the foundation was begun, industries all over America have offered their services to the Watermules and helping Indians learn modern techniques in pediatrics, the control of epidemics, food canning, and the building of machinery. Through the years, the Watermules have expanded their program to sponsor and exchange goodwill ambassadors between the United States and India. We should be especially proud of G.J. Watermul, who, as an American citizen, has proven to peoples of two nations that by helping others, you help your country. Now, here's Mr. Cummings with our stars. And here they are, James Mason and Pamela Kalina. Now, Irving, what about next week? It's just out of this world, Pamela. In fact, that's where we're going for the story, because it's paramount pictures, shocking story of the War of the Worlds. And as our star of this science fiction thriller, we'll have Dana Andrews and Pat Crowley. That would be quite exciting, Irving. Good night. Good night. Good night. I'll be seeing you Thursday night. Good night, cast. Right, well, William Conrad is the narrator. Hans Conrad is Moisich. Kurt Butterfield as Sir Frederick. John Doddsworth as Travers. Edgar Berrier as von Poppen. Polly Bear as von Richter. Leo Bredes-McFadden. And Vic Perrin, Luke Rookman, Lawrence Dobkin, and Eddie Marr. Hollywood Radio Theater is produced by Irving Cummings. Our orchestra is directed by Rudi Schrager. This is your announcer, Ken Carpenter, inviting you to be with us again next week at this same time for the Hollywood Radio Theater, a presentation of the United States Armed Forces Radio and Television Service.