 It's being loaded aboard the Aranaco. The Aranaco? An old tram steamer tied up at Pier 28. Well, you have your instructions. What can we do? We can't get near the ship. You know, don't you, that if those chemicals fall into the hands of our enemies, we're through? Sure, I know them, but the war of swarming with gods. And we've got to think of another way, Lascari. That ship has got to be stopped. Yes, this is Olga. Yes, I understand. I'll do as you say. You begin to slip that time? How much further is it? Be there in a minute. It's Mr. Wong at home. I'm Mr. Simon Dayton. Mr. James Lee Wong. Good evening, Mr. Dayton. I am James Lee Wong. I beg you to forgive my feathered friend. He delights in the sound of his own voice, but like so many humans, the words don't seem to matter. If you will forgive my humble sorrounding. Well, Phil Davis sent me to you, Mr. Wong. Yes? My life has been threatened. He said you'd be able to help me. The request from a friend is virtually a command. If you'll state your case, please. Well, I haven't any case. I'm just convinced that somebody's out to get me. That's all. Whom do you suspect? Anyone, everyone, every place I go. I tell you, it's driving me crazy. How long have you been bothered by this, shall we say, apprehension? For a couple of months. You see, about that time, my two partners and myself arranged to ship a load of chemicals abroad. From that time on, we've had a lot of trouble. Just what sort of trouble? Factory deliveries held up. Railroad shipments damaged. Ships withdrawn that I'd already charted. I see. Gone. My office has been entered and rifled several times lately. Oh. Anything taken? Desk, file search, but nothing taken. Is there anything else you can tell me? Yes. A couple of days ago, a Miss Petroff dropped into the office with a letter of introduction. Yesterday, I saw the man from whom she said she got the letter. He had never heard of her. How about these two partners of yours? Wilken, Meisel, they're okay. We've been associated for 15 years. I don't know. I seem to have the feeling that I'm being followed that I was followed here tonight. It all seems so indefinite. Well, I just can't give you a single clue, Mr. Wong. On the contrary, Mr. Dayton, you have. You spoke of a forged letter. You have it? Oh, yes, of course, at the office. Will you do this? Will you come to the office and talk it over? I'll pay you anything you ask, but I must have a helper. I'll lose my mind. I will ten o'clock in the morning, suit you. Fine. I do appreciate this, Mr. Wong. Appreciate it immensely. In the meantime, what would you advise me to do? I would suggest an almond duck smothered with succulent water chestnut. A little rice wine. What? I beg your pardon. Have you a good cook? Yes. Then go home. Have some dinner and sleep. He rests well, who dines well. Thank you again. I'll see you tomorrow morning at ten. Good night. That wasn't my children. That wasn't John I saw his face. Easy. John, what happened? What happened? Wong! Mr. Wong will be here at ten o'clock. I'm not seeing anyone else, understand? Well, I'm Mr. Meiser and Mr. Wilker in your office waiting for you. Anything wrong, Dayton? Nothing wrong with me. What's in your mind? We overlooked a little matter in our partnership agreement. It's quite important. Yes? What is it? There's nothing that covers the situation which will arise if one of us dies. Meiser thinks of everything. In order to simplify things, I've drawn up an additional clause to our agreement. I'll read it to you. In the event of the demise of any of the three principles to this agreement, it is understood and agreed that his interest shall revert in its entirety to the surviving principles and... or principles. We both signed. The way I figure it's wise to always be prepared in a case like this. Look at this now. Not trying to back out again, Dayton. No. Well, don't. Your in is too deep for that. That ship is going to sail. Mr. Wong should be here by now. Well, he's not due for twenty minutes, Mr. Dayton. Good morning, Mr. Ross. Good morning, Carl. Can I see Mr. Dayton? Oh, I'm sorry, Carl. It's impossible. You've been telling me that for a week. Well, Carl, he'll see you tomorrow. I'll get him to. He'll see me today. Oh, what do you want? I want my formula. Throw him out! Ryan, muscle! Throw him out of here! Throw him out! You promised to pay me for my formula. You promised to make me a partner. You've got a shipload of it going out tomorrow. You're trying to freeze me out of this deal. Let me go! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Carl! Carl! I will! I will! No! I won't! The police shall be here. It's the police department. Street speaking. This is Simon Dayton, Dayton Chemical Works. Yes. There's a man from my office threatening me with a gun. With a gun, eh? Davlin. Yeah? There's a guy with a gun at the Dayton Chemical Works. You'd better stay with me. He's dangerous. Oh, Carl and I are old friends, aren't we? Yes? Hello, Myra? Is there a guy up there with a gun? Your boss just phoned. Well, yes, there is, Sam, but I don't think you need to... I'll be right up. Carl, why don't you go home now? No, I'm going to wait here. I gave him my formula. He said he only wanted to look at it. Now I won't give it back. Well, I'm sure Mr. Dayton just misplaced it. He's been very busy lately. But he says I didn't give it to him. Oh, he probably just forgot. He's been awfully worried. Look, Carl, why don't you go now? If he... I want my formula! Myra, where's this gunman? I'll let him know you're here. He doesn't answer. Well, I was standing at the window when we drove up. Mr. Dayton, it's locked, Sam. What's all this about? Street speaking. I'm down at the Dayton chemical company. Looks like a homicide. Yeah, everything, right away. Why'd you kill Dayton? I didn't. I want you to pull yourself together and tell me exactly what happened. Hello, Juan. Hello, Street. I hope I'm not too late. My appointment was for 10 o'clock. What appointment? I have an appointment with Mr. Dayton. Sam wasn't shot. There's not a mark on him. Looks like heart failure. What about this gun? Even with my rather limited experience, I would say the doctor was correct in his assumption. Simon Dayton was not shot. How do you know? Did you examine the body? No. But I examined the gun. I'm afraid it hasn't been fired. What'd you find? A piece of glass. Now, look, Juan. The doc tells me he died of heart failure. Now, you're going to tell me somebody hit him over the head with a bottle. Hardly. I'm not suggesting this is part of a bottle. It's just a piece of egg shell. Chief, do you want to say this? I found it in his inside pocket. There was a Mr. Dayton's paper. Have you a right to read them? I've already read them. What's it to you anyway? Who are you? One of the partners? No, sir. Well, who are you? Mr. Dayton's office manager. Sir, if I might. Please. I got you a message, Mr. Wong. We've prepared everything. So nice of you to take so much trouble. Oh, we're always interested when you decide to work out one of your experiments with us. Mr. Simpkins is anxious to meet you. Oh, yes. I told him that we were at Oxford together. Oh, really? He's the scientist you said you want. Mr. Simpkins? Mr. Wong. Delighted, Mr. Wong. How do you do, Mr. Simpkins? We didn't have any glass blowers on the faculty, but Mr. Simpkins assures me he's one of the best in San Francisco. I'm sure of it. Now, do you think you can determine from these small pieces of glass size and shape of the original? I don't see why not. Then shall we go to work? Calcium, 0.063. Silicate of potash, 0.653. Manganese, 0.217. That much manganese? Yes. Why? Awful of brittle glass. Must have been made by a Bavarian. Why do you say that? They're the only glass blowers I know who use that much manganese. From the curvature, it must have been almost a perfect sphere. 65 millimetres in diameter. About two and a half inches. Try to reproduce the size of the thickness as closely as possible. Which Julie should tie first? Left or right? Left. Where's the capital of Minnesota? St. Paul. Scratch your neck. Say R. R. Count from 12 to 25. 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25. What do you associate with the word hiccough? The spasm of the diaphragm. When you do get it, what do you expect to find? I'm afraid I don't quite know yet. But I'll tell you just as soon as I do. Are you wasting your time, Wong? It's as plain as the nose on your face. Roma figured Dayton stole that two-bit invention of his and goes up there and waves a gun around. Dayton's got a weak heart and a jumps and he keels over dead. So they'll find out the little guy's crazy and that'll be the end of it. Here's the, uh, Roma sanity report. I told you they'd find out the little guy was insane. Insane? He's just as sane as you are. Yeah, you have to be crazy to dope one of those things out. Here's your corners report. The guy died of poison gas. Gas? That's impossible. How could the guy have been gas? What's that? That is a replica of the murder instrument. Now look, Wong, you're not going to tell me you took those little pieces of glass and put them together and made that. You flatter me. Some friendlies of mine made this. Sort of a gas grenade, huh? Brakes went throng? Undoubtedly. That gun was a ruse. A magician's trick. While Dayton was watching that gun, Roma threw that glass globe and it broke and killed Dayton. And everybody else in the room. Sure. And it's right at work. But he could have planted it. That's it. He planted it. And when Dayton came back to his desk, he stepped on it and it killed him. Sure. Well, that should be easy to find out. Mr. Russell and Miss Ross were with Roma in the room the whole time. That's right. Bring them in. Say, how much longer? Take it easy. Is it for me? No, lady. Miss Ross. Russell. Inside. Hello, Mr. Wong. Sit down. Please. I want you to dismiss everything else from your mind and concentrate on what happened this morning. Who do you think you're talking to? I'm sorry, Myra. This is business. Please. When Roma broken Dayton's office this morning, did he have anything else in his hand beside that gun? Not that I know of. But you're not sure. You mean in the hand with the gun? No, the other hand. The left hand. Naturally, if the gun was in the right hand, the other hand would be the left hand. Naturally. No. Did you see him drop anything on the floor? No. I'm quite sure it wasn't dropped. How do you know it wasn't dropped? You picked it up in little pieces, didn't you? It had to break. But not by dropping. Did you see Roma stoop over and roll a little glass globe like this? What's that? Isn't that curious? Yes. That's a replica of the glass globe that might have contained the gas that killed Dayton. Now, there's no gas in that. And you? Maybe you can answer my questions intelligently. What hand did you have a hold of? Left hand. Did he have anything in the left hand? No. You're sure he didn't have anything in the left hand? No. Yes, I'm sure. I beg your pardon, Miss Ross. I would like to ask you a question if I might. Yes, Mr. Wong. Did Mr. Dayton have any set habits? I mean, for instance, did he always open the top drawer of his desk, then take out his bank book and examine the balance at 9.30 sharp every morning? What's that got to do with it? Please, Sam, Mr. Wong is trying to ask me a question. Mr. Dayton didn't keep his bank book and his desk at the office. I know, Miss Ross, but... did he take bicarbonate of soda or change his coat or anything at all at any second time? What are you driving at? If the murderer knew the habits of the victim, he could have placed the bulb where the victim himself could explode it. That's right. Was Romer ever in Dayton's office before he came into that gun? You mean this morning? This morning, yesterday morning, the morning before. What morning do you mean? Any morning! No! Mr. Wong, I think I know what you're trying to get at. Mr. Romer hasn't been in Mr. Dayton's office for a month. Oh, I don't think he could have been planted as far ahead as that. Obviously, the murder was timed to a curb and Mr. Dayton was alone in his office. That's all. Mr. Wong, it's been such a pleasure meeting a detective with such charming manners. Thank you. I'm sure you, too, will be very happy. You know, Mr. Fang, do you? Devlin! Yeah? Bring in Myzlin Wilkes. Is it for me? No, lady. You two. You were Dayton's partners, weren't you? Yes. Yes, we were. What were you doing in his office this morning at 9.30? Well, purely business meeting between the three of us. What kind of business? Well, we had a rider to an agreement which needed the signatures of all three. Is this it? Yes, that's Dayton's copy. In other words, if Dayton dies, two fellows that inherit his interest, all right? That's right. I've ever seen a motive for murder this piece of paper is in. Did you take anything else into his office? Oh, absolutely nothing. You ever see one of these? Oh, I can't say that I have. Some type of late bulb, I should say. Pardon me. Isn't Myzlin of the Vavian name? It was a Rizny, I believe. Why? Are we to consider ourselves under arrest, Captain? No, you can go. Very good. All the information we got out of them. Yeah, Chief. Any more of them out there? Yeah, a woman. Who is she? I picked her up in the Dayton Chemical Works. Yeah? Bring her in. This way, lady. What's your name? Margaret Dolan. Sit down. Where were you at 9.30 this morning? At 9.30 this morning, I was in the Dayton Chemical Building on the fourth floor. What were you doing there? What I'm always doing. What's that? Prepping floors. That'll be all. Thank you, Lady. This way, Lady. Devlin. Yeah. Nice going. Thanks, Chief. Get out of here. Well, that's all of them. Oh, no. You're forgetting this Petroff, the one with the letter of introduction. But to say nothing of the party or parties who rival Dayton's office. And the guy that stole Dayton's car. And the man who stole Dayton's car. Look, Romer's got a motive. At least he thinks he has. The formula. Meisel and Wilkes have a motive. But the Russian gal and the guy that stole Dayton's car. See if you can dope that out for me. You're blunder. Both of you. You must have, although Dayton wouldn't have gone to war. And you. I told you to be careful. Dayton's out of the way. Yes, but that Chinaman saw your face. I'll take care of him. We're not taking any chances like that. We've got to stop that boat and get their formula. It won't take them long to get that boat loaded. Then we've got to work fast. It's the formula that worries me. If we could only reach Roma. It's impossible. He's in jail. Then it's got to be Wilke or Meisel. It'll be Wilke. I'm having cocktails with him tomorrow. Olga, you can be very clever when you're not careless. And you, you watch the boat. And remember, be careful. Wong is a clever man. But if you watch your every movement, as you've been trained and as I do, even Mr. Wong can be fooled. You won't find anything in there, Wong. We've checked it completely. The only fingerprints on the car are Dayton's and his shoppers. What'd you find? Well, the man who stole Dayton's car obviously picked up a companion. I don't think Dayton smoked this type of cigarette. You mean there's something in the tobacco? A Cachilla Bob. It's mixed with tobacco in South America. Look, Wong, first you give me a Russian. Now we got a hitchhiking South American. The nice menagerie you're getting. Where do we go from here? To Carl Romer's house. All right, Devlin, back it up. Tommy, bring that car over. Right. What about your international duet? You're still holding Carl Romer on, too? Yeah. Well, then we must eliminate him before we can proceed. What do you expect to find at Romer's? I don't know, Street, but he won't have to look. Quite a disturbing, Miss Romer, but we'll have to look over your husband's workshop. Why don't you let Carl come home? He didn't kill Mr. Dayton. He was only angry because Mr. Dayton kept his formula. All he wanted was to frighten him. Yeah, well, if that's true, Miss Romer, you haven't anything to worry about. He'll be out in a couple of days. You'd know that's all Carl did while the gun wasn't even loaded. All we are trying to do is to help your husband, Mrs. Romer. Now, if you'd allow us to have a look at the room where he worked. We haven't anything to hide. You can see everything. My husband is innocent. Come this way, please, where Carl works. Would you like to see Carl today? Oh, can I? Yeah, if you get your hat and coat, and we'll take you down. What are you looking for? Sand. What are you going to do? Build a beach now? Quite sand. What's the difference? It's used in the manufacture of glass. Miss Romer, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your husband. Has he ever mixed up with the officials? That is the law. Oh, no, sir. By the way, Mrs. Romer, where was your husband born? He was born here in San Francisco. And he's lived here all his life? Yes, sir. Let's go. Are you going with us? No, I'm going home. But if you need me, I'll be there. Thanks, I'll remember that. Of course I want to help in every way possible, but you've come to the wrong man. Sometimes we witness things without being aware of their importance. Are you implying that my eyesight is failing? You misinterpret my words as well as my motive. I don't think I misinterpreted your motives. Just what is it you think I may have seen without being aware of it? The murderer planting the instrument of death. We know it was planted in Dayton's office shortly before his death. It couldn't have been placed there in my presence. There is always that possibility. You were there that morning. So was my soul. That is true. I admit that the death of my partner was very profitable to me. But outside of that, I can't help you. We count us to go up. I'm sorry, we have to cut our visit so short. I quite understand. I'm glad you call, Mr. Wong. Countess, I'm honored. Mr. Wilk, the Baron von Kranz. How do you do? How do you do? I'm glad you came with the countess. My dear countess, what an unexpected pleasure. And may I add, looking even more charming than when I saw you last. I regret not recalling the occasion. I regret having made so faint an impression. Surely you remember. The Argentine ball at the Embassy in London. Oh, of course, how stupid of me. But there were so many other celebrities there. Mr. Wong, Baron von Kranz. How do you do? How do you do? It's still Mr. Wong. As yet I've had no occasion to change my name. Are you in a hurry, or will you join us in a cocktail? Well, since you insist. Allow me, countess. And are you going to be in San Francisco long, Countess? Just a fortnight. Really? Oh, allow me. I do mind. Baron, may I have one of your cigarettes, please? Thank you. If I may. I have them especially made for me. Hmm. Very pleasing, an individual flavor. A trace of Katrina. I bought the papers Mr. Wilk wanted from the office. Mr. Wilk has engaged at prison. I'll just leave them in the library. I think that'll be all right, sir. Yes? I have the papers. All right. Thank you. I seem to be just in time. Mr. Wong. Countess Du Bois, my partner, Mr. Meisel. How do you do? Mr. Meisel. What are acquaintances, Countess? There's a delivery letter for you, sir. Excuse me. Oh, Baron. Mr. Meisel. Baron von Kronz. Oh, I think I have everything you raised as you suggested. It's all right, Russell. You can go now. Great speaking. This is Christian Wilk. I'll just receive a warning. My life is in danger. Come right away. Are you home? Yes. I'll be right off. Come on. Hey, Tommy. 3,800 block on Wilk Street. Make it snap, all right? Mr. Charleston. Very good, sir. Stay at the door. The door's locked, sir. Well, you've got a key. Yes, sir. Well, use it. Yes, sir. Get the dock, and nobody leaves here. You've been here all the time? Yes. I came here to question Wilk, and his guests arrived. Any ideas? Nothing definite. Wilk? Is he... I believe so, making you the sole owner of the Dayton Chemical Works. Are you trying to... Yes. Who was the last one with him? Mr. Russell, sir. Mr. Russell. The office manager. Yes, sir? Mr. Wilk. Were you in here with him? Yes, I was. What were you doing? I brought some papers. Did you kill him? Oh, of course. No, sir. I did not. After Mr. Russell left, I saw Mr. Wilk close these doors and apparently locked them. I convoked for the fact that everyone here was in the other room. Why was he in here alone? I had given him a special delivery letter, sir, which he brought directly to this room. That's right, Captain. We all saw that. He seemed greatly agitated. The doc's coming up. Okay. See if you can find a letter. Nothing on him. How are you, Street? Hello, doc. All right. Everybody wait in the next room. Watch. Any marks on him? None that I can see. Well, what killed him? That's up to the coroner, Captain. There you are, Street. This letter's from Roman. What are we waiting for? Look here. More glass, huh? Yes. And the same texture. Yeah. So what? So maybe the guy wore earrings. Come on. You can't deny writing that letter. It's your own handwriting. No. I don't deny that. It is my handwriting. Why'd you write it? I can't tell you. How'd you get the letter out of the jail? I can't tell you that. If you take my advice, Carl, you'll tell the Captain everything you know. I can't. You're going to talk, Romer. If it's a little persuasion you want, you'll get it. Have the DA's office sent over a couple of men. You'll talk, Romer, if it takes all night. You'll excuse me, Captain. There are just a few things I'd like to look into. As soon as I can find out why you wrote this, I'll know everything. I know. I'm very sorry, but I can't wait. I know you're innocent. I'm only trying to help you. If there's something bothering you and it's protection you want, I'll promise you and your family every protection in the world. You'll protect it, Wilk. Don't you realize if you continue this attitude, we'll have to indict you for murder. Come on, Lady, right this way. Oh, Carl. Great. Well, Captain, I got it out of her. She mailed that letter. Romer gave it to her once she visited him yesterday. She mailed it this morning. Maybe you'll talk now, Romer. Unless you want your wife to go to the gallows with you. Carl, tell them what they want to know. You know you're innocent. Let her sit down. I refuse to be held here any longer. As attorney for the deceased, I demand you let me phone the district attorney. I'll have to call headquarters. I thought I told you not to put any call through. Oh, all right. Put him on. Listen, Sam, I can't hold this guy Meisel much longer. He wants to call the DA. Consists as attorney for the two murdered men. You can't hold him. Wait a minute. Meisel's hollering for the DA. Can I hold him as a material witness? Yes, you can. But if you do, you won't have your job in the morning. Look, Devlin, release all of them. Yeah, let them go. But make them go straight home. Yeah, where I can get a hold of them if I want them. I don't care what he says. He's the suspect and the material witness. You can go. You can all go. But you got to go right straight home and stay there in case Street wants you. Yes, sir. Do you think Captain Street will call out the militia if I see that the countess has suffered? Street wants it your own home where it can be reached. Tell Captain Street that the countess now will be having dinner for the next hour. But after that, you'll be at your own home, Mr. Meisel? Yes, but only because I intended to go there in the first place. Take her into the matrix. Okay, Captain. Come on, lady. You're the toughest nut I've ever had to crack. Cheat. Yeah. Lady to see you. I don't want to see anyone. It's the lady. Keep working on them, boys. Do you want to see me? I thought we had a date tonight. Oh, I'm sorry. I got tied up inside. You know how it is. I thought I heard a woman's voice in there. Who is it? Mrs. Romer. Good heavens, not Mrs. Romer. Why? Oh, nothing. She just mailed a warning letter that Romer smuggled out of jail. I suppose that makes her a criminal. Yes, it does. She's no more guilty than he is. Oh, look, let's don't go into that, Myra. She's all right. She's with the matron. Sam, can I see her? Why don't you let me take her to her sister's? You could find her just as easily there. All right, all right. I'm tired. I don't care. Maybe I killed him. Maybe you did. Look, honey, phone the matron and tell her I'm coming down to get Mrs. Romer. No date, huh? I'll be back for you later. Captain Street? No. No, Captain Street isn't here. There's Hawkins of the DA's office. This is Theodore Marshall speaking. Tell Captain Street that I have just finished dining with the Countess DuBois and I'm on my way home now. If Street wants to make anything of it, he can reach me there in about an hour. Is everything going all right? Yeah, I'll have her loaded by morning. All right, fine. How have you been? The police held me. Held you for what? Don't tell me you don't know Wilk was killed. Wilk killed? Come on. How did you do it? I didn't. Anton, don't be so modest. That leaves two of them. Only Meisel. And Mr. Wong. Wong? Yes. What do you think I left the place? He suspects us. He was here in search of the apartment. Here? How do you know? I saw him. And you let him get away? Yes. Why? Because we're calling on him tonight. Good evening, Mr. Russell. You found what you were looking for? Yes, I did. Would it by any chance have anything to do with your employer's death? Oh, no, of course not. It's my contract. You see, I had a personal contract with Mr. Dayton. I was afraid the successor may not live up to its terms. But why in the dark? I was afraid. I was afraid my life might be in danger. And tomorrow might be too late. You see, I understand the authorities are taking all Mr. Dayton's effects tomorrow. That's true. You were very close to your employer, weren't you? Oh, very close. He's more than an employer to me. He's my best friend. Would you really like to help? Of course. Then go home and stay home. And I'll have one less person to bother about. Can't you see this is getting you nowhere? That you'll have to tell us what you know eventually? Your turn, Captain. Listen, Romer. You know who killed Dayton and Wilk. But what's more important, I know you know it. Now, you may think you're saving that measly neck of yours by not talking, but you're not. Many a man has swung for no unless and you do. She's safe with her sister. You're not lying to me. No, we're not lying. She's at your sister's. You want the name of the murderer? Yes, Carl. Yes. You must be very careful. Take no chances. He's a very cunning and desperate man. He'll stop at nothing. Who is it? We'll take every precaution, but who's the man? Well, it means my life if you fail. We'll not fail. We'll get him before he can strike again. The man who murdered Simon Dayton and Christian Wilk is... he or my son. How do you know? I was working at his house one day. I heard him talking to someone and he said, Wilk fades out of the picture just 56 hours after Dayton. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but after Mr. Dayton was killed, I got thinking and a cold chill went down my back. That's why I sent the warning letter to Mr. Wilk. I know it. Get the boys, two cars, clear gas, the whole works. You two men stay here and protect Carl. Get him anything he wants from the kitchen. Send him and get the radio from the matrons room. I knew I'd crack this case. Would you like to come along and see me pinch a murder? I should be delighted. Follow me. That was a tough one. All right, men. Five-fifteen marks in square and no slip-ups. Somebody out cold in there. Break in. The house was surrounded and took the easy way out. All right, Devlin, call headquarters. The men stay here till the doctor gets here. The rest of you search the house. Seems kind of useless, though. This man's obviously taking his own life. Yes, and with the same weapon. Why not? He knew it was fast and he knew it was sure. Yes, it's very fast and it's very sure. You know I hated to work on poor little Roma the way I did, but it was the only way I could crack the case. That's what happens to Roma now. We'll let him go. No good reason to hold him any longer. I wonder if you'll bring him to my house on the way. Why? Well, he'll talk more freely now. And I think we should know a little bit more about Meisel. Yeah, that's okay. Oh, say one. I've got a date. You mind if I bring Myra along? She's down at the station waiting for me. Delighted. It's my servant's day out, but I think we can have some tea. Yeah, tea. That's great. Use our beans with her to figure this out a long time ago. We'll be right with you, Myra. Let him go and make out the report. Yeah, go and phone their odds and explain that to them. And get a hold of the newspapers. I don't want this story gummed up. Sorry, Myra, I was held up. Did they get you watching money? No, I mean I was delayed. You're telling me. Look, it may not seem of any importance to you, but I just solved the murder case. Hooray! It was Meisel. Meisel? Yeah, I knew Roma was innocent all the time, only I had to get a few facts out of him. I can't tell you everything. You're wonderful. Are you going to release Roma now? Yeah. Sweet. Well, there's a few questions we've got to ask him. Goodbye. No, Myra, not me. Wong's going to question it. We're going to Wong? Yeah. Oh, darling. Well, this must be Mr. Lascari. I don't think we've met before. How do you do? I'm the Baron. I'm so sorry my surfing wasn't here to let you in. A good evening, Countess. Really, your presence in my poor house gives me more honour than I can reasonably bear. Let the phone alone. My dear Baron, I was only going to turn on the light. Is there any reason why we should have no light? Do sit down. You sit down. With your permission, Countess. Well, this looks like quite an evening. Talk, Wong, and talk fast. Why have you been trailing us? Trailing you? Yes. You were in my apartment tonight. Your apartment? I saw you. What did you take off my desk? Mr. Anton Mold blot her. You are Mr. Anton Mold, aren't you? What are you? What's your interest in us? I was called in on the Dayton case. What has that got to do with us? Well, it seems fairly simple. You tried to stop the shipment of some poison gas to the enemies of your country. Well, the next move, of course, was to obtain possession of the formula from the four men who owned it. You tried to kidnap Mr. Dayton. I remember your face in spite of the foul glist, Countess. That's what I'm having now. And the next morning, Mr. Dayton was found murdered. Am I right so far? I see by your faces that I am. Very gratifying. You know, in my country, a teller of tales asks no final reward. This isn't getting us anywhere. You then turn to the most dangerous of all deadly weapons, a beautiful woman. And I must say that Miss Petra played her part to perfection. Cut the compliment. But in spite of all your efforts, you still appear to be without the formula. Because you've got it. I'll give you exactly four minutes to hand it over. But if I assure you that I haven't the formula, you've wasted a half a minute already. You drive a very hard bargain, Mr. Moe. I have no choice but to accept. This glass ball drains a concentration of the poison gas you're looking for. What are we care? Where's the formula? The formula is of no use to you unless you understand its operation. It destroyed us all. Don't move. Lightest exertion will kill you instantly from this failed poison gas. Invisible. Colourless. Swift. It's in your lungs. Into your bloodstream. There's no escape. Soon you feel a sensation of choking. A tinkling in your fingers. Paralysis of your limbs. No pain. See numbness flowing through your veins. Annoying at your brain. Just as the poison reaches the heart. Then. Then the sleep of everlasting death. Let's get out of here. Stay where you are. Face the other way, please. Just in time, street. But not for tea, I guess. Countess. Allow me to present the Countess Dubois. Miss Olga Petrov. Originally Miss Sophie Doe of Brooklyn. Captain Anton Moe, who has been cashiered from at least three armies. And our good friend Laskari, who was born... well, was born without a copter. Are they mixed up in this? Only indirectly. In this particular case, they haven't killed anyone. But I assure you, they gave me a most uncomfortable... four minutes. If you call your men, please. All right, over there. I congratulate you on your exoneration, Mr. Roma. Thank you. Devlin, pick up at Wong's and make it snappy. So nice to see you again, Miss Ross. Now, Mr. Roma, I know how anxious you must be to get home. But there's a small service that you can do me if you will. With pleasure. I have the photographs of our three friends here. With a long list of the crimes for which they are wanted by the federal government. Now, Mr. Roma, there is one small point that I can't seem to get quite clear. Of course, it is obvious the suicide of Meisel clearly establishes the identity of the murderer. But we have yet to determine the method that he used. Now, you no doubt have experimented from time to time as we all have with vibrations of sound and used those vibrations to shutter tubes or globes of glass. But Meisel went a step further. He filled the glass globe with your poison gas, then made use of some form of sound that he could control from a safe distance. So all he had to do was to plug the globe in his victims' quarters and wait an opportunity to explode it. I think it is more than likely that he was preparing to take the life of one of us where accidentally he destroyed himself. I'm sorry to spoil your theory of suicide, Street. Now, I am positive that this globe is identical to the globes that were used in the murders. I've destroyed two or three myself in my own experiments with various forms of sound, but not when it was filled with gas as this one is. So tonight, if you will help me, I'm going to try radio. I have ascending set. If it succeeds, all we have to do is to look for one in Meisel's home. Needless to say, we'll operate it from a rejoining room. But I assure you there's enough poison in this. Your carriage approaches. So sorry you can't stay. When you're at liberty, do call again. Hey! Watch that! That one, too, was empty. All right, Devlin. Cut them and take them away. Don't forget you have another passenger street. Yeah. Romer, too. So you always arrange to have your victims called the police themselves. And the sound of the siren exploded the globe. Clever. Very clever, Romer. Well, let's start moving. That goes for you, too, sister. Open right along, Charlie. Man, that's off the slate. I knew it all the time. It was Romer. I hope you're convinced. I am. Thanks to Mr. Wong. You're very clever, but I don't see how you figured out all... Look, Myra, Mr. Wong is tired, and I'm tired, and we have a date. Oh, have we? Yes, for supper and a show. Oh, so nice of you to remind me at midnight. We'll probably wind up in a lunch wagon. Well, you know what you were doing, and you start running around with the detective. Oh, you admit it? What? But you're a detective. Good night, Mr. Wong. I do hope we meet again sometime. Good night, Miss Ross. Good night, Wong. That's a fine crack to make in front of Mr. Wong. Don't stand, don't act. Love birds. All the time, too much of music. Have a nice day. A very nice day. Do you like something to eat? Chicken noodle? No. Pork cha? No. What do you like? Just a cup of tea. A cup of tea? All right. A cup of tea.