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It is doubtful if as many warning flashes ever went out about any criminal, as were flashed by the United States Counterspuy's concerning one, Professor Emery Horn. Professor Emery Horn is a mastermind of crime. Professor Horn murdered a Counterspuy agent with a special flat-handled gun strapped to his chest. He poisoned his housekeeper with poisoned candy. Finally captured by the Counterspuy's horn... Tried and sentenced to death, Professor Horn was held in the safest penitentiary in the country, pending his execution. A few months ago, Professor Horn consulted the prison doctor about his badly infected upper lip. You're quite a character, Horn. While addressing me, doctor, kindly use my title. Oh, of course. Professor Horn. Only who made you a professor? The only person in the world who's qualified. Myself. Mm-hmm. Poor armed guards, and still were in the prison walls. Within the prison walls, doctor. All right. I will still now. I don't understand why your upper lip isn't healing. This is a bad infection. I believe the lack of healing is due to hyperproteinemia. Prison food is lacking thymine hydrochloride near cinnamide. Oh. Really? Think you know medicine, don't you? Pardon me if I speak medically over your head, doctor. But then ignorance always irritates me. Ah! There's hair around that infection. All right. Do you have to cover your whole upper lip with adhesive again? How long were you a horse, doctor? I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I hurt you. Really? Here you made six attempts to escape in two months, Horn. Professor Horn. How news does travel? That's only ten days more till you're transferred to the death house. You have a morbid mind, haven't you? Oh, no. I was only going to tell you that, uh, ironic as it may be, those ulcers you had for so long are cured. Through no doing of yours, doctor, I'm sure. Okay. Get going, Professor. Out that way. Are you awake? At least prison mattresses ain't hide it down, you know. Well, putt bugs. I'm getting on my nerves, too. You hungry, bugs? You said it. Here's a sugar cookie I took from the mess. Eh, you could steal the nose off the warden right while he was looking. Here, ain't it? Thanks. And, uh, put the crumbs in your pocket. Why should I go putting cookie crumbs in my pocket? You figure that one out, and I wouldn't have had to plan your escape for you. Both of us? You one way, I another. Huh? You've noticed I've been bringing back little pieces of lemon from the main dining hall. That's when I knew you was nuts. In my mattress, I have an extra pair of prison pants. Lemons contain acetic acid and acetic acid bleaches. I've been bleaching those pants with lemon juice, and now there is white as any duct pants. Sometimes I think you're a witch. Hey. Witch, you pinched them glasses. They're horn-rimmed spectacles, bugs. You ever see a little piece of wire lying around in the recreation yard? Sure. Well, there are lots of little pieces like those, and I've been collecting them, winding them together and bending them into these eye frames and ear pieces. The next step was to unravel threads in the bottom of these trousers and wrap them around the strands of wire to thicken them. Yeah, that's just right. And then I had to give the strands a smooth surface. I pasted a flower in water, didn't I? Yeah, but where did you get the glass and plastic crystals stolen from the wristwatches of other prisoners? And with my new mustache? Hey, now wait a minute. You ain't got no mustache. What do you think is under this adhesive tape on my upper lip? Well, you said you scratched your lip. I did, on purpose, with a dirty pin to make sure the infection continued. My excuse to keep the adhesive on. And all the time you were growing a mustache under it. Oh. Okay, so now you've got white pants, a pair of specks, a mustache. But why go to all that trouble just to bust out over the wall? Bugs, ever notice in the corner of our recreation room there's a pile of old building plans, blueprints of model houses, things like that? Yeah. At the right moment I'll suddenly become a building contractor inspecting the building. Now walk right out to freedom and the execution of a plan I have in mind. Holy smoke, professor. You sure? You sure? Having trouble, bugs? There's pain in my insides. I feel like I'm dying. Bugs, you aren't dying. That cookie was poison. Help me, I don't want to die. I can't anymore of that poison. I made scraps of garbage, bits of toothbrush, handle and surface too strong and quick by it. They'll find out. Oh no, no, the crumbs I made you put in your pocket they'll prove you stole the cookie yourself. There is you rotten... God! What's eating you, professor? Hey, what's with bugs? I'm afraid it's my fault, God. You killed him, professor? He confessed to me about a murder he'd committed the police never knew about. He was eating a cookie. He must have poisoned it. He must have committed suicide right under my eyes. When we come to the corner, I'm ducking out into that little anti-room of the recreation hall. Cover my place in lines so they won't miss me. I need at least three and a half minutes of glasses. He's a tape off. Now the blueprints. Oh, it's the freedom. Three minutes left before I miss. I'm the architect's assistant working on alterations to be made in this prison. Yeah? I didn't hear nothing about no alterations. How did you get into the prison? I'm by the entrance on the other side with the rest of our staff. Has this desk, your seated, had always been located at this spot? Yeah. Twelve years now. So I can watch this inside gate. An automatic slide gate controlled from here? No. When the gates to be opened, I phone the main gate room and they push a button. And this gate slides open. Will you demonstrate, please? My dear man, I'm in a hurry. I've got to know how these things work. All right, all right. Erickson gate number two. Open her up. The architect guy. Yeah. Okay. Now she'll open. Well, there's your gate. Fine. Thank you. Hey, you want to see her close again? Yes, please. Slow it at four one more time. You can't just walk out of here. I'm connected with a building contractor. You got to sign out with me. Then I got to check at the main gate room. They check at your signature when you sign in. Yeah, it's all right. But first you've got to show me how this gate works. We're planning alterations. We may have to move this platform that you sit on. Oh. Well, the gate there is controlled by this button here. But the inner gate's controlled from the main gate room. Why is this one easier? They figure anybody gets past that gate has the right to leave. We may have to change that. I want a closer look at the gate itself. Push the button now, please. Thank you. You're coming back? No, my work is all done. You can close the gate. Okay. Harry Peters, Mr. Harding's not in his office here. I'll try all the departments. I was sure we had the professor solid away for good. He's fantastically clever, Peter. Now he's loose again, a vicious killer. Though I smelled trouble during his trial, Peter, the amazing knowledge of legal tricks he passed on to his defense lawyer almost saved him from the chair. But we're going to get him again if it's the last case I ever handle. I don't think I've ever seen you so angry, Dad. He's killed two state troopers, one by agent, probably a fellow convict. I'm never going to give up on that man. We haven't got one lead on him. Then we'll have to start back at the beginning. Now we know that for some years Horn posed as a scientist and lived quietly in a small town in Illinois. Where he killed the counter-spine, but, Dave, we find Toothcombe that place at the time. This time we won't be looking for a clue in the ordinary sense, Peter, but some new clue to his character. We'll have to learn about the man from that old house. 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Say Pepsi at the stand. Say Pepsi. Whenever you reach for a refreshment, remember, why take less when Pepsi is best? And now back to Counter-Spy and eerie stormy night at the former hideout of Professor Horn in Illinois. Dave, this old house is the best locale for a murder I've seen in years. It was the locale of a murder, Peter. The stain of Agent Cameron's blood still there in the carpet. I know. That thunder. This musty, creaky old place. I'd hate to spend a night here alone. I'll control your imagination, Peter. Let's stick to facts. Gladly. Have we got any? Well, I've been here in the study looking through some of these scientific books Horn left behind. Check with me and see if I make sense. Oh, look. A book on physics. Stresses and strings. Take this page. Hmm. Little drawings. Sort of doodles in the margins. Scribble probably while he was thinking over digesting what he was reading. Sketchy little drawings out there. Unfinished. Almost absent-minded. There's some on almost every page. See? Hmm. I'll take another book at random. This one on biochemistry. Nothing eighth grade about these books is there. See this page? More drawings of the same kind. It's true of a dozen more of these volumes I've leafed through. Then Horn's a doodler. A scientific doodler. Dave, how can we use the fact that it's a characteristic of Horn's to doodle in scientific books? Well, Horn has this scholarly side to him. I wouldn't you think that everywhere he goes he'd want to consult scientific works? But where could he, except in libraries? Exactly. To be more exact, scientific libraries. Right. Now, first we'll check through all these books. We may find various definite types of doodles that occur over and over. We'll make photostatic copies and send us set to every library in the country. But Dave, this will mean asking librarians to watch all their readers. They're not trained for that well. All library books are inspected every so often, Peters. The only tiny clue we need may be hidden this very moment in some library. If we only knew where. And if we only knew where Horn is now. Hey, fella, come on. Thank you, stranger. These desert flats are mighty lonely. Not many cars coming through. I'm glad you came along. Especially since I see your, uh, just about my size. What? Get out of the car. Oh, arm stick up, huh? Okay, okay. I guess very well about your size, mister. Your suit will, um, suit me very well. My suit? I can always get money when I want it, mister, uh, what's your name? Blake, Jack's special delivery, Blake. The professional football player? Well, a pleasure to meet you, mister Blake. Take all your suit, please. Hey, but the next bullet won't go into the ground, mister Blake. It'll go into you. Okay, tough guy. There you are. Jack it, throw it in the car, please. Now the trousers. I need the shoes too, please, mister Blake. And, of course, your car. Hey, look, I'll die out in this desert in the sun. True. We must be 20 miles from water. Oh, be a sport. Will you give me some kind of a chance? A chance? Very well, mister Blake. We'll play a little game of my invention. Just remain there beside the road, mister Blake. Now, uh, mister Blake, you start running. I'm going to try to run you down with your own car. If I don't get you in one minute or less, you'll be perfectly free. I care how to run an automobile. Oh, you forget your special delivery, Blake. The best broken field runner in football. Start running, mister Blake. Any direction, I'll even give you a little head start. Good, good. Now, here I come. Keep on running, mister Blake. Only 10 seconds more, you'd still be alive. But then I wouldn't have had your clothes and your car, would I? Oh, Mr. Peter, what? We've got the five books Horn used on some eight visits to this San Francisco scientific library, but the drawings don't seem the same. It may not be on them. I think it is. The characteristics are here. The little drawings are more definite and finished as if he had a definite plan. There's a volume on explosives. Here. Page 287. Dealing with liquid explosives. The drawings look something like bottles. And a notation 32 ounces. I mean 32 ounce bottles, maybe, but why bottles? No bottles are an innocent way of carrying liquid explosives, aren't they? Into a bank vault for it. But there are no books here about vaults or electronic protection devices. Well, here's a book on the scientific preservation of works of art. Paintings. No, I hadn't got to that one yet. Here's something, Dave. Drawings on two different pages. Pages where the locations of famous paintings are listed. It's an unusual interest for Horn. Little drawings that might represent explosions. Look where they are. Right next to the listing of four different paintings kept here in San Francisco. Suppose Horn were planning to steal and preserve them in good condition scientifically and sell them later in secret. It says here these paintings are insured for $250,000 each. And one of them would be a good haul. Unless some of these paintings are kept in vaults. They might be. And that's where his liquid explosives had come in. No doubt they're a watchman to be taken care of. The explosives might serve two purposes, Dave. Kill the watchman and blow open the vaults. Yeah. But why pick quart bottles to carry the stuff in? Anyway, we'll check these museums about their storage vaults. See if we can't narrow the field. Okay. And as for the watchman, Peter, that's your special assignment. What's that, sir? You're the, uh, my watchman here at the museum, sir. I didn't see you were sitting there in the shadows. Yeah, we feed her after needing a bit of a rest from walking me post. An only job, hm? It is. The museum being off by itself this way. And creepy, too. With the cemetery under beside the church. I, uh, happen to have a couple of bottles of wine here, this package. Could, uh, could I offer you a drink? You could. Only, uh, might not be wise for you to be, uh, bottle here outdoors. Yeah, there's never nobody to see. Well, I'm sure it'd be better inside. Maybe, uh, maybe down in the cellar where it'd be warm. We'll drink a friendly toast, too. Art. But if you're bound to give me a drink, I don't mind the first one right here. Oh, well. Try this support out in Spain. It's a dark, heavy wine. There you are. Thank you. Shall we, uh, go inside now? Uh, what kind of wine would that other bottle be now? I'll show you inside. Let me see. Ah, very well. It's a, uh, light white wine. Well, now that's more like it. Might I read the labor? Oh, I must say. You could take my word. I'd like to know what it is I'll be drinking. I only want to look at the labor. If you insist. Yeah, thank you. Uh, tip-top valley sartone. Bottled by tip-top valley winery incorporated. Now, I wonder if this bottle would bounce. You've thrown it! You want me to drink some wine that blows up? Mm-hmm. Oh, you! Take it easy, horn. We've got no, no, no! It's okay now, Dave. You're not blowing open any balls tonight with this explosive wine. Harding. I'd like to know how you caught on. I'll be glad to tell you, and I'll also tell you that we know where you got that suit you have on. You murdered Jack Blake in the desert two weeks ago. I'll be glad to tell you a lot of things, horn, including this. You're not going to cheat the executioner again. When your friends drop in, be generous, but be thrifty too. Serve plenty of delicious Pepsi Cola. Pepsi's big 12-ounce bottle gives you not just one sparkling glass full, but two, yet a carton of six and served 12 delicious drinks. Yes, Pepsi is America's biggest cola value. You get twice the tangy taste, twice the refreshment, twice the Pepsi. So why take less when Pepsi's best? Whenever you reach for a refreshment, remember... Pepsi Cola, tips and spots, two full glasses, that's a lot. 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