 And now, two counterspies. It's on the waterfront. It's just the right kind of a night for that, Carl. Oh, look. Yeah. That's your night. I'll wait for you in the car. You handle Steve Marlis alone. There's nobody else here on the waterfront. Nothing's doing, Carl. Count's Lusky said you're in on this with me and you stay in. He's coming on the dock now. Got the bottle. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got you a message to meet you. What's up? Don't move, Steve. What's the idea of the gun? Steve, Count's Lusky don't like competition. Competition? Specially from one of his own passes. I don't know what you're talking about, Thatcher. A count found out about you setting up shop for yourself on 12th Street to punk faulty travelers checks. Look, Thatcher, I can explain this. What's why Carl's got that bottle of engraving acid in his hand? Thatcher. A count's orders is to get rid of you the best way. Thatcher, don't think that. The message is the best way I know how. Okay, go ahead, give it to him. Field officers stand by. This is headquarters Washington. A special message from Mr. David Harding. This is David Harding. One of the cleverest counterfeiting rings in criminal history is now operating in high gear. This gang specializes in passing fake travelers checks and has to date cashed over a half a million dollars worth in 37 states. All counters by field officers will immediately contact local police authorities and set up cooperation plan R3. Reports will be radio daily to this headquarters. Yes, Carl. What about Councilorsky? He's down in the basement of the house with Thatcher. They're in the print shop. Carl, I've been waiting for your call for hours. I was afraid you'd run out on me. Well, me run out on you, huh? Listen, you and I are going to cash in on those printing plates together just like I promised. Do you have the plates with you, Carl? I got them with a nice and safe. How'd the count take it when he found the plates were gone? Throwing me crumbs, I showed them, didn't I, baby? Uh, Carl, when do I meet you and where? I'm up in White Plains, Hilda. Remember that spot outside town where we parked on our first date? Uh-huh. I'll be waiting for you there. I'll start right away, Carl. From here on, honey, it's just you and me and a nice, fat million bucks thanks to the count's plates. See ya. Well, Hilda? It's all arranged, Counselor Ski. He's waiting for me at White Plains. And the plates? He says he has them in a safe place. Hilda performed excellently. Don't you think, Thatcher? Sure. She's a regular Catherine Hepburn. Carl, I feel like such a... Well, Carl isn't a bad sort. What's the idea of slapping me? To remind you, my dear Hilda, just what a bad sort Carl is. Low despicable thieves. Slimy double-crossers. Makes one lose faith in human nature. Three months, my best and clever work went into those plates for the new traveler's checks. Real masterpiece. And he's more important than Etcher's professional pride as the tremendous financial setback. My passers-throughout the country are awaiting the shipment of new checks. In the meantime, my press in the basement stands idle. Million-dollar business. Elters stand still. And you have the temerity to say Carl is not a bad sort. Really, Hilda, I'm ashamed of you. Etcher, bring the car around. He'll go keep Hilda's date. With Carl. Melanie, until it move, and I'll fire this automatic without hesitation. Honest, Consolesti, you got it all wrong. Etcher and I were right beside Hilda when you spoke to her on the phone. She's a liar. She probably took the plates herself. You can't trust a dame like Hilda and the police. Can't have, Carl. Well, a count wants to hear out of you as a place where you had the plates hidden. Count, I wouldn't try to pull a fast one on you. Side road counting. Carl, I'm going to let Etcher have a session with you. But I told you perhaps... We called a session with Steve Morris last month. I brought an extra large bottle of engraving acid for me this time, Carl. Etcher, I'm sure Carl vividly recalls there was hardly enough left of Steve Morris to make a decent burial. Count, county, if I tell you where the plates are, will you give me a break? Where are they? I promise me, county. You won't let Etcher do that to me. I promise. I won't permit Etcher to touch you. Better the plates. In a locker in Grand Central Station. The gate of the locker? Right here in my coat. I'll read you and get it. I'll have it Etcher. Now, everything's okay. Now you can get the plates back. You let me go? Course, Carl. Open the door. You hide the car. Open the door to Carl. You're going to jump out, Carl. Oh, but, Carl, you promised you'd give me a break. This is it. They're only doing 40 miles an hour. Now, jump. Now, Carl, please. No, please. Don't turn back, Etcher. So, I'll pick some up. You'll suck, Carl. You sure let me give them... We're doing this the way I planned. Okay, county. More speed. It's not that. Carl's locker was empty. Here's at Baltimore Field Office. I'm leaving my office now to get the 5 o'clock train for New York. You board the train at Baltimore and meet me, car 4, compartment C. What's up, Mr. Huntington? With a surprise break in the Traveler Shack fraud, Peters. We're on the details on the way to New York. Counterfeit engraving plates are now in our New York field office. How do we get them, Dave? And I before were dead on a dirt road north of White Plains, New York. Apparently, the victim of a hit-and-run accident. Apparently, our agents went over the scene of the accident. They found evidence that Walton had tried to crawl off the road before the car hit him. While I'm interested in Walton, Dave, two previous convictions as a passer of counterfeit money. So, Brayden from the New York office went to the rooming house where this Walton had lived. The landlady turned a package over to Brayden that Walton had left with her for safekeeping. And the package contained the Traveler Shack plates. Right, Peters? The landlady was also helpful in another way. There's a coin phone in the rooming house. And she recalled that Walton spoke on the phone many times to someone he called Count Zaleski. Count Zaleski, our old friend the International Swindler. According to our periodic surveillance reports, he arrived back here in the states from Argentina six months ago. He rented a brownstone house on East 86th Street in New York City. An operation like the phony Traveler's Shack syndicate would be right up his alley, Dave. Looks like Zaleski's our boy, all right. Well, we can pick him up for questioning, but when we take him in, I want to make sure that we have all the... By the way, Peters, remember my friend Mickey Alvin? The Colby City boot black who sends his savings to the counterfeit fund. You said you hoped to meet him sometime. Well, here's his latest letter. Let's see. Dear Mr. David Harding, I'm very glad you put my money in the fund. It makes me feel like I am part of your wonderful bunch of fellows, even if it's only $2.62. Well, boy. Last week, I had a very good week, Mr. Harding, because there was a big convention in Colby City, and I picked up a lot extra in tips. I figured that if I take a bus and back, I could take a trip to Washington pretty soon. I know this is asking pretty much, but could I at least walk through the counter-spinane building? I wouldn't bother anybody. I'd just like to walk through, and if I knew I could do that, I would work extra hard and save every cent. I hope this is not asking too much, Mr. Harding. It's surely Mickey Alvin. Well, I wrote him, Peters, that he can not only walk through the building, but eat lunch or dinner with us, whichever he likes. Well, oughtn't you to send him the money, Dave? Well, the way I figure that, boy. He likes to make his own way. Let him earn the trip, and then I'll give him the money when he starts back for Colby City. Good hunch, Dave. What's your plan now about Councilusky? Oh, yes. I didn't tell you, did I? Uh-oh. Here I go again. That's right. Only this time, when you go under cover, Peters, it's going to be much more risky than usual. Hilda, I told you to stay away from that window. But, Councilusky, I just wanted to see if that man was still watching this house from across the street. Of course he is. He may be from the police. Oh, let's soon find out. Etcher, come on upstairs. Thanks. I've got a more important job for you at the moment. And, uh, Etcher, bring your gun with you. Why were you standing across the street watching this house? That's a question with an answer, not a question. You wouldn't be so free with that mid-year if you didn't have a ride on the other one. Councilusky, he doesn't sound as if he's from the police. Keep out of this, Hilda. Well, are you prepared to answer my question now? We're standing over there waiting for an invitation to come in. Who are you? You mean in New York? Etcher. All right, all right. Don't take me long to catch on. My name's Vince Powell. I used to be tied up at the Tyler crowd in Mason City. I got out of the jug there a couple of months ago and I commenced to look up an old friend of mine. What friend, Powell? Carl Walton. Too bad about what happened to Carl. Eh, Councilusky? I don't know any Carl Walton. Look, Count, if you and me are going to do any business, let's talk in the up and up, hm? Carl was working for you before he had that accident. This guy's too wise. Etcher. Carl just said something about our doing business. Carl left something for me to hold for him. The plates. Count, your boy here is a real genius, isn't he? About that business, Carl. Well, printing counterfeit ain't in my line. So I figured I'd put those plates on the market. I also figured that I ought to give you first chance to buy them. Where are the plates now? You know something, Count? I think I got a temporary loss of memory. And you know something, Powell? I admire you. Sure, I'm a grand guy. The courage for you to come here and make your offer. Oh, I don't know. I figured as long as I had those plates on tap, you'd make sure that I wouldn't have any sudden accidents. Now that we understand each other, Count Zaleski, what do you say we talk business? Peter is to Harding. Peter is to Harding. Harding, go ahead, Peter. I just got back to my room, Dave. Zaleski's stooge Etcher tailed me. He's outside in the hall now. I set up a two-way radio in the closet. How'd you make out, Zaleski? You did all right, Dave. I set up a deal to set him back the plate one at a time the way you lined it out. Dave, there might be a shortcut to some of the evidence in the secretaries. Hilda Krakow. Yes, he was giving me the eye all the time I was there. Maybe I can make Hilda Krakow really go for Vince Powell. Vince Powell asked me to go out with him tonight, Count Zaleski. Of course, you accepted him. Look, Tom, I'm not telling you how to run your business, but I don't trust Powell. How do we know who he is? That's what I intend to find out, Etcher. Who he really is. Well, he was a member of the Tyler crowd and did serve time in Mason City, as he says. Then a fingerprint check would prove it. I can get a routine check for a politician friend of mine in Mason City. Police won't know anything about it. Oh, I get you, Count. You're going to use Hilda to get a set of Powell's prints. Hilda. Use the compact trick. Make sure it's open when you drop it and the powder spills out. For his own sake, Vince Powell had better be everything he says he is. Well, good night, Vince. Good night, Hilda. Aren't you going to ask me in for a nightcap? Count Zaleski doesn't approve of my entertaining friends in his home. But I had a wonderful evening, Vince. Thanks. I know a better way than that of saying thanks. Give me that. See what I mean. Yes, I took it. My compact had slipped right out of my hand. It shows what a kiss can do sometimes. The powder spilled all over. No use crying over spilled powder. Vince, aren't you going to pick up my compact? Well... Sure, I'll clean it off with my handkerchief. No, no. Never mind, Vince. I'll clean it when I get inside. Okay. Here you are. Thanks. The mirror broke. That's supposed to mean bad luck. I hope not, Vince. I hope dropping this compact meant only good luck. For both of us. Back to counter-spy. Prouched in the closet of his room, Harry Peters is working over a small two-way radio. Peters to Harding. Peters to Harding. Hey, Mindeve. Peters to Hardening. Go ahead, Peters. Dave, I thought I'd never get you on this two-way. I had some trouble with the condenser. I've been fooling around with it for almost an hour. Hilda pulled a fast one on me, Dave. Got my fingerprints by using the old dropped compact gag. I couldn't avoid it. I figured you'll probably have somebody in Mason City check on my prints. I'll contact Washington and have a set of your prints rushed out to the Mason City police. We'll make it easy for Zaleski. Okay, Dave. He's hoping we beat Zaleski to the punch. It's not fitting, is it, Jim? Don't want that press stopped until the run is completed. Then you'll set it up for the run on back-slave. Too bad we haven't got that back-slave right now, sir. We'll have it by tomorrow night when Vince Power makes his second attempt down the mirror. Oh, it's Hilda. On both the door, is it, Jim? Oh, just came in from Mason City. And? The fingerprints checked. Vince Power's everything he said he is. That's the late fallen again. Don't be silly. What if you fall in love with Power? It would be such a short-lived romance. What? What do you think? I'm afraid Hilda that Vince Power will soon join his friend Carl Walton. But Vince hasn't double-crossed you. Here you go. Did you think I was really going to pay him for those plates? My own plates? Practically a blackmailer. Vince, I'm so glad I found you in your room. What's the matter, Hilda? Just a minute. Look, don't deliver that back plate to the count tomorrow night. But I've got a deal. He's going to kill you. What? Just as soon as you turn that black plate over to him, he's going to have to kill you. Vince, I don't want that to happen to you. You don't? You don't believe me. Should I? Vince, I only want to help you. Why? Because you're nice and... and I like you very much. When you kissed me the other night, I... You know something? I'm beginning to believe you. Thanks for the tip, Hilda. No, no. Well, I... I've got to get back now. Maybe I'll... hear from you sometime, Vince. Sure, Hilda. You'll hear from me. Bye, Vince. Yeah, goodbye. Catch you. You move Paul and Gunco, sir. Vince, I didn't know he followed me here. Believe me. It's okay, Hilda. Anyway, I like solar countergames like you couldn't be trusted. I heard the talk you two had in here. Come on, both he is. Count Zaleski's waiting for you downstairs in the car. It's kind of cold out here. Do you mind if I get my coat out of the car? I'll try any tricks. Don't worry. I know better. Come on, come on. Make it savvy. Right with you. I'm just looking for my best coat. After all, I want to look stylish when I go riding with Count Zaleski. I said snap it up. Here it is. Nice looking coat, huh? Get it on first, Paul. The Count don't like to be kept waiting. I'm sure there's a turn off the main highway up ahead. Take it. With pleasure, Count Zaleski. Hilda, front here with me's got the shakes, Count. Hilda recalls what happened to Carl Walton. Don't you ever do. Count Zaleski, please don't do that to me. You don't have to worry about being thrown from the car, Hilda. I've got something special planned for you when we get through with Paul. You know, Count, I thought you were a smart operator. Why should you doubt it now, Paul? Because getting rid of me isn't going to get you what you want. Here's a turn off, Count. It's about my lack of judgment and disposing of you now. You need that back plate to finish printing the travelers checks. You'll never get it this way. I realize that. Well, I'm forced to attend to first things first. It'll take extra a long time to make a new plate. You can save all that time. Sorry, Paul, no more deals. They got enough to open that door. Look, Count, don't be a sucker. Open the door, Paul, unless you prefer that I fire this gun at you. Carl! Police car. I can see the headlights in the rear view mirror. Step on it, thatcher. Come to a stop. Let them come. Are you crazy? Come to a stop, I said. All they can do is give us a ticket for speeding. Robert Brayden, got him, Mr. Harding. Harding. Do what I meant, Count Zaleski. I had a couple of bad minutes back there, Mr. Harding, before I heard the patrol car, Siren. Sorry, we took so long, Peter. We wanted to avoid shooting on the main highway. What is this? This Zaleski is my assistant, counter-spry agent Harry Peter. And it's all for the wind-up for you and your gangs, Zaleski. By the way, etcher, thanks for giving me the chance to get my coat out of that closet. When I went in there, I switched on a radio transmitter and my conversation with you tipped off, Mr. Harding, as to what was going on. Chief, I want to talk to you about Hilda Krakow, about putting in a clemency plea for her when they come to trial. Brayden, you and Carpenter take care of this bunch. We'll do it, Mr. Harding. Come on, Peter. We'll talk about that clemency plea on the way back to town. Every Tuesday and Thursday, same time, same station to counter-spy. Listen on Thursday for the exciting case of the rats of relief. 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