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A pair of silver candlesticks. Silver candlesticks? But the only... Schneider. Yes, my dear sir, Schneider. Now known as William Grant. But, but it's not possible. You, you can't be... Yes. Time and science have altered my appearance considerably, yes. Well, the candlesticks, please. But, it's been six years. I never dreamed after all that time I... I've just sold them. Sold them? Just this morning for five hundred dollars. Five hundred dollars? Are you a stupid idiot? They're worth millions. To whom did you sell them? Quickly, man, to whom did you sell them? I, I have the sales slip right here on my desk. I, I, I'll give you the information. Now, Mr. Schneider or Grant, just stand where you are. Why are you pointing that gun at me, you fool? I didn't know who you were six years ago, but I do now. And I, I know who to call about you, too. I have his number right here in my address book. Yes, here. I, I'll call him. Let me have that gun. No, I won't. Let's see that sales slip. I have no name, no address. If you were still alive, so this is who he was going to call. The man would be a runic justice to make the call for him. And have the man I intend to kill find the candlesticks for me. I wish to place a long distance call to New York, please, person to person. The name of the man I'm calling is Mr. Ken Thurston. You see, Mr. Thurston, I am a collector of early American silver. Huh? Yes. When I learned that Jonathan Small had a pair of silver candlesticks made by Paul Revere for George Washington, I went to Valley Forge to buy them. You call me from Small's antique shop, Mr. Grant? Exactly, sir. As I told you, I found him dying from a bullet wound. However, he managed to tell me two things. One, that a man named Schneider has returned and is after the candlesticks. Schneider? Why, Ken? Yes, chief, yes. Go on, Grant. Yes. Well, secondly, that I should call you. And then he died. And there you have my story, sir. You could have told me that over the phone, Grant. Why come all the way to New York? Because I wish to help you find this Schneider, Mr. Thurston. I don't know who he is. I'm not interested. But I must have those candlesticks for my collection. It's an obsession with me, sir. I shall not rest until I have them. I see. Well, I'm not sure this is any concern of the Bureau's, Mr. Grant, but if we learn anything, we'll let you know. Oh, thank you, sir. But either of you care for a chocolate? No, no. Very well, gentlemen. I shall bid you good day. What do you think, chief? Oh, nothing but a crack. Well, I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about Schneider. You think it's the same Schneider we were after? I did trace him to Valley Forge. And he got out just ahead of me and skipped the country. I still remember the file description. Short, 130 pounds, blonde, blue eyes. Very near sighted. Oh, sir, that's not bad. That was over six years ago. A long time. Yeah, not too long to wait for a few million dollars. What are you driving at? Look, we suspected Schneider being a Nazi agent. Oh, sir. So what? A lot of that stuff's never been recovered. They make a pretty good reason for Schneider to sneak back here now. Oh, sure, sure, again. But what would George Washington's candlesticks have to do with it? Suppose I'll let you know, chief, from Valley Forge. But we have nothing for sale at the moment. The owner of the shop has just died. Yes, I have heard. You were a member of the family? Yes. You were a member of the family? No, I'm Eva Mastos, Mr. Small's assistant. I'm preparing to close up the place now, so if you pardon me, Mr.... My name's Ken Thurston. Just one question, Mr. Mastos. I'm interested in the silver candlesticks. I understood Mr. Small had a pair that were made by Paul Revere. They were sold yesterday. Oh, not too bad. Do you have any idea who bought them? No, Mr. Small made a sale himself. However, perhaps there's a record in the office. If you can't wait, I check and see. Sure, Miss Mastos, I'll wait. What the... What's that? Well... Pagon Zellschmidt. Get out from under that counter. What the blaze is... Here, let me take that thing out of your mouth. Police, fire help, the girls, the girls! What happened, Pagon? The girls should get it. Eva Mastos, wait a minute. She must have skipped out the back door. Let's have a story while I cut these ropes. A story? She came in here asking for candlesticks. Was it my fault we didn't have any? But she conked me and ties me up here behind the counter. Yeah, there you are. So Eva Mastos wasn't Mr. Small's assistant. Mr. Thurston, the lady demented Mr. Small had only one assistant. Me. You? I was here in the valley porch trying to get in on a sucker. I mean on a tourist trade, you understand? What kind of gold bricks were you setting this time? Mr. Thurston, they were hatchets. The original hatchets, G. Washington, used to cut down the cherry tree. Yeah, I had two dozen on consignment from a hardware store in Philly. Only they didn't sell so good, so... Oh, so I took this job with Mr. Small. So that's how you got my name and phone number. Pagon, were you here when he sold those silver candlesticks yesterday? Oh, sure. A Dr. Eckhardt bought them. Eckhardt? A little skinny guy with glasses and an accent. What a sucker. 500 Missoumers for things to hold candles when you can buy electric bulbs for practically nothing. You happen to know this Eckhardt's address? Why, it's, uh... Hey, why are you so interested in this silver gimmick? Huh? Must be pretty valuable stuff, eh, Mr. Thurston? They're worth a lot more than 500 bucks to a customer I know. They are? A lot more? That's right. Hmm, imagine that. Mr. Thurston, drop around again sometimes when you're in the market for a hat. Wait a minute, Pagon. Won't do you any good to buy those candlesticks back. You don't know the name of my customer. Uh, why shouldn't we be stuffing about this, Mr. Thurston? Let's make a deal. Okay. What's Eckhardt's address? Room 304, the hotel. Who's the customer? The United States government. So long, Pagon. Hello, Dr. Eckhardt. How do I come in? Well, it's something important. I'm quite busy packing at the moment. Yes, the clerk told me you were checking out, but I think you've got time to discuss those silver candlesticks they're on the dresser. Do you mind what I've done? Yes, you wish. That is far enough, Mr. Thurston. Well, little either. You had better luck looking for candlesticks here than you had on the antique shop. Much better. As you notice, I have found a gun also. Yeah, either. You are quite right. Oh, Eva, where's this man? A very dangerous one. The man called X. A man called... Yeah, doctor. And I am one who believes in removing all danger. We're coming to it last, my dear Thurston. Grant. What are you doing here? Waiting for you to regain consciousness, my dear sir. Would you care for chocolate? I'd much rather have you put that gun down. Not just yet, Thurston. I have no wish to emulate the departed Dr. Eckhart. Dr.... Well... He does look dead. Where's the girl? Yes, Dr. Eckhart has reached the end of his trail. Just as you and I have. What's that supposed to mean? It's simple, Thurston. I have found my silver candlesticks and you have come face to face with Schneider. Now to continue with Frigidaire's man called X starring Herbert Marshall. Ken Thurston is in Valley Forge searching for an ex-Nazi agent named Schneider and some millions of dollars of loot stolen from occupied countries and hidden here in United States. Now in the hotel room Ken faces a gun held by the fat man Grant who claims to be a wealthy collector of early American silver. Yes, Thurston. I have found my candlesticks and you have come face to face with Schneider. You're wrong of these one of those, Counts Grant. Take a closer look at those things in the dresser. Closer look? Oh, well, sir, I shall. Well... These candlesticks are puters. Chubby imitations, not the ones I was after at all. Yeah, little local color. Curtis, if you'll tell. When I first came in, I was fooled by him, too. So, what about that Schneider crack that gun? My apologies, Thurston. I came in after hearing the shots and took it for granted that the dead man who called himself Eckhart was Schneider. The gun was to defend myself, of course. Oh, of course, of course. By the way, does this pocket hypodermic set belong to you? I found it beside Eckhart's body. Well, yes, it's mine. It must have dropped out of my pocket while I was examining him. My thanks for returning it. Unfortunately, I am, sir. I carried the insulin with me at all times. Well, Mr. Thurston, I'll leave you now. I came down here thinking I could help, but I can see I'm well over my depth. I'll stick to my collecting from now on. That's a good idea, Jonathan. Don't worry. When I get the candlesticks, you'll help on me. Thank you, sir. And again, my apologies for trying to play detective. Good day, sir. I beg your pardon, Mr. Selschmidt. You know me? All Valley Forge knows you, sir. Your ability of judging antiques is famous. It is? I mean, oh, sure, yeah. And speaking of antiques, would you possibly be interested in the hatchet? Good for chopping down cherry trees. Well, as a matter of fact, I'm more interested in the candlesticks. Those things again. Say, what's on these candlesticks anyhow? Selschmidt, I am willing to pay a substantial commission to the man who informs me the moment Thurston gets a lead on them. You are? Well, I don't sell myself for peanuts, you understand? Here's my card, sir. And here, a small retainer. Oh, no, sir. You'll have to make it at least 10 bucks. Hey, a C-note. 100 bucks! Precisely. May I depend on your, um, cooperation, Selschmidt? Believe me, Mr. Grant, my dearest friend, not only will I cooperate, I'll even help you find it. So, Eva Mastos lives on Walnut Street in Philadelphia, chief. That's right. And what about Eckhardt? That could be plenty. Chief, I'm still positive they're the key to the hidden Nazi loot. You just do what I said and we'll wind this thing up tonight. The train for Philadelphia is ready to pull out. Now, thanks for the lift, Pagan. Meet me there later with the address I gave you, but be careful. I don't want that address getting to the wrong hands, you understand? Oh, sure, Mr. Thurston. You can always depend on the Selsch. That's what I'm banking on. See you later, Pagan. So long, Mr. Thurston. Now, I wonder what he meant by that. Oh, well, a bird in a bush, I always say... Oh, Selschmidt? Hello, Mr. Grant. What are you doing down here? I thought you might have some information as to Thurston's destination, so I followed you. Well, well, Mr. Grant, I could say no, but it's George Washington's birthday. So how could I tell a lie? I'd be happy to give you the information. Good man. For a slight consideration. Mr. Thurston? Sure, I'd like to talk of a little theory, will you? So? Yes, about a man named Schneider who had a scheme to come back to this country to cash in on a few million dollars worth of loot. He had stashed away here. It involved plastic surgery and fake papers. But it was worth the gamble. Go on, Mr. Thurston. He went to a Dr. Eckhart for the plastic job. Eckhart had a nurse assisting him by the name of Eva Mastos. You're interesting. Go on, please. Somehow Eckhart and Eva learned what Schneider was after, the silver candlesticks that held the key to the treasure. You're right, Mr. Thurston. I had some right here in this bag. But you must believe me. I don't want them for myself. It is for the people of my country for food and clothes, singing and medicine. I must keep some. That's up to the courts to decide. You made a bad mistake when you tried to take things in your own hands, Eva. I don't know. I'm so mixed up. It all looks so simple at first, but not. Yeah. Well? All right. Can I write? Let us go inside and examine them. Perhaps we will be able to find what is in them or on them that they... Yeah. I know what you mean. Dark in here. I will turn on the light. Don't bother, Eva. I'll turn them on for you. You... Hello, Grant. That gun's becoming a permanent fixture. It was nice of you to deliver the candlesticks to me this way, Thurston. I presume you've already guessed their little secrets. Could be microfilm hidden in their bases. Schneider left them in the antique shop six years ago because I was after him. They were too hot to carry along. That is quite correct, my dear sir. That film contains a list of hiding places of $10 million worth of easily saleable jewels, paintings, rare objects of art. Now, Eva, my dear, please be kind enough to give me the candlesticks. Eva? Better do as he says. But, Kansas man, do you realize who he is? Sure. He's Schneider. You disappoint me, Thurston. I thought I had altered my entire appearance. The plastic surgery was good. Yes, Schneider, but the, uh, chocolates gave you away. The chocolates? A diabetic wouldn't be always munching on candy unless it was a reason. You were trying to pile on weight. And you were using the insulin to help you. Unfortunately, however, not clever enough. The candlesticks, Eva. All right. Here. Thank you. Thank you. Now I shall bid you farewell, Thurston, and you, Eva. You see, the race is not always to the swift, but to the wisest. He's going to shoot. Quite right, my dear. Goodbye, my friends. Get him, chief. All right, let's have that gun, Schneider. Get him, Wilson! You all right, Ken? Yeah, thanks, chief. You timed it nicely. Well, you figured it. We were around waiting when Schneider came in. But I do not understand, Ken. How did you know he was coming here? Oh, that was easy. I just told Pagon not to give him this address. Thank you, Mr. Thurston. I guess the chief and me cleaned up this mess for you all, right? Ken, you know, I killed that guy. Yeah, I know. Will I have to? Sorry. Sorry, Eva. Maybe not. That's something else the courts will have to decide. Yeah. Well, Ken, I guess that winds it. Yeah. You know, chief, none of this would have happened if Schneider would have followed the advice of the man those candlesticks were made for. George Washington knew that silver and gold weren't the only coin. And he wrote it in his copy book when he was a boy. He said, labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire. Conscience. That's something for all of us to remember. All of us. Star Herbert Marshall. Thanks for being with us. May I remind you again that America needs scrap metal in order to produce steel. Steel to make things you want and have been waiting for. Steel to keep prosperity and employment at a high level. So this week, collect scrap metal around your home and turn it into your community scrap drive or to your local scrap dealer. Next week, with the dubious help of Pagon Zeltschmidt, Mr. X tackles an international counterfeiter to whom murder is only a sideline. Pagon, of course, will be played as usual by Leon Bellasco. So join us, won't you, when next I return as the man called X. Good night. This man called X is directed by Jack Johnstone, with music composed and conducted by Johnny Green. Tonight's story was written by Sidney Marshall. So till next week, same time, same station, this is Wendell Niles speaking for Frigidaire made only by General Oldridge. All characters and incidents used on this program are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons or incidents is purely coincidental. Remember, every Sunday night brings you two popular dramatic shows on CBS. 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