 Box 13, with the Star of Paramount Pictures, Alan Ladd as Dan Holliday. Box 13, care of the star times. If your advertisement is on the level, I think you'll find this worth your time. Be in the Quanhai shop in Chinatown at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Pretend you want to buy some jade. Reject the first two pieces offered, then mention the hangly piece in the window. Buy the hangly. This will be worth a lot of money to you. Remember it's the Quanhai shop in Chinatown. Ask for jade, but reject the first two pieces. Then mention the hangly piece in the window. Go back and wait for further instructions. That was the letter. No signature. It sounded interesting, and it was. If you like, murder. And now back to the treasure of hangly. Another Box 13 adventure with Alan Ladd as Dan Holliday. Isn't it, Mr. Holliday? Why should you reject the first two pieces? Ah, that's what makes the letter interesting, Susie. Why reject the first two pieces and then mention the hangly piece? All right. Why? I think I've got an idea. What is it? Pretty obvious, Susie. Look, the letter doesn't say anything about identifying myself, does it? No, it doesn't. Well, if I follow instructions, follow them exactly. I'll be tipping myself to someone in the store. You get it? Oh, sure. Whoever wrote the letter will be there, too. Waiting for you to follow instructions. That's a great deduction. And I did it all myself, too. You sure did. Okay, Susie, I'm going to make like Marco Polo and visit our Chinese friends. It took me a half an hour to drive to Chinatown and another 10 minutes to find the shop of Quan Hai. I lived in the windows. It was the usual line of stuff, back scratchers, pinions, bamboo trinkets, red lacquer bowls, but only one piece of jade. It was roughly square and seemed to have been broken. It looked like a part of a bigger piece. So I went into the shop. There were six or seven other people besides myself, and, well, they were looking at curios and no one paid any attention to me. Then a young Chinese cleric smiled and came over to me. Oh, yes, sir. Can I help you, please? Oh, yes, I want to buy a piece of jade. Yes, sir. You want a certain color? Well, I don't know. This is a very nice piece, sir. It is what we call the mutton fat color. It's very nice, but not quite what I want. A ring, perhaps? Cuff links, a snuff bottle? I don't know. You see, it's for a gift. Oh, this piece is very fine, sir, and the carving is excellent, but it is not very old. Oh, there's a piece in the window, the only piece. What is that? The piece in the window, sir? Yes, it's a hangly piece, isn't it? Well, if you will please to follow me, sir. But the piece is in the window. I know, sir, but for that piece you will have to see Mr. Kwan. This way, please. If you please, sir, in here, I will send for Mr. Kwan. You will please excuse me now, sir, the other customer. Yeah, sure, thank you. It is nothing at all. You went out and I heard a key turn in the lock of the door. I thought I was left alone in a room that was different from the rest of the story. Very different. Instead of the usual junk that tourists buy, this room was a treasure house. Rose quartz, wonderful jade screens. Beautiful porcelain bowls have seemed to be lighted from inside. Lack of wear that's shown like satin in the dim light. I was looking around me when... Good afternoon, sir. Oh, how do you do, Mr. Kwan? I am Mr. Kwan. Please to sit down, sir. Thank you. May I help you, Mr. Mr. My name is Holiday, Dan Holiday. I am honored, Mr. Holiday. Your clerk told me I'd have to see you about that hangly jade in the window. Yes, that is true. You want that piece, Mr. Holiday? Yes, I'd like to buy it. One moment. It is strange that a hungry piece has lain in the window for two weeks now. You are the first to ask for it. I saw it and liked it. Of course. You are a man of excellent taste. It is a very fine piece. Incredibly ancient and incredibly valuable. Oh, maybe I can't afford it. The hangly piece, Mr. Kwan. Thank you, sir. That is all. Yes, Mr. Kwan. Does he always lock the door when he leaves this room? There are very valuable things in this room, Mr. Holiday. Oh, I see. But the hangly piece, is it valuable, Mr. Kwan? Yes, Mr. Holiday. So valuable that there is no price on it. Odd that you should ask for it. You have no idea how odd. It is a piece of a larger work, at 12 inches by 12 inches to be exact. This is only one-third of the original. May I see it? Certainly. It looks like a wonderful piece of jade. Do you know what Confucius said about jade? Well, I seem to have heard quite a few things Confucius was supposed to have said, but I doubt if any of them would fit the bill just now. Yes. But Confucius said that jade is like truth. It gives out a bright rainbow, and it shows a pure spirit among the hills and stream. Truth gives out a bright rainbow. That's a very pretty figure of speech, Mr. Kwan. Yes. Truth is very often a figure of speech. Is it not, Mr. Holiday? Yes, I'm afraid you're right. But about this piece... Ah, yes. You will note the carving very beautifully done. These are Chinese characters, aren't they? Yes. It is too bad the other two-thirds of the entire piece are missing. Oh? Why is that? I mean, beyond the fact that it seems a shame to ruin such a magnificent thing. Eh, foolish, old Chinese legend, Mr. Holiday. It says that he who translates the writing will be led to a treasure beyond all price. But you'd have to have all three pieces? You would need all three pieces. And where are the other two? I do not know. I see. Well, Mr. Kwan, how much for this piece? Mr. Holiday, it has no price. You mean it's not for sale? It is not for sale. But I don't understand. It was in the window, aren't I? Yes, and no one inquired about it. Perhaps because collectors would not be interested in a broken piece. That could be. But that still doesn't explain why you had it in your window and yet not have it for sale. Because, Mr. Holiday, the piece is yours. I beg your pardon. What did you say? The hungly piece is yours. There is no price on it. But I can't take it without paying for it. You ask for it? Of course I did, Mr. Kwan, but I'm prepared to pay for it. I am sorry. There is no price. The piece is yours for the taking. Well, suppose someone else had come in and asked for it. Would you have given it to anyone? Only to one who asked for it by name, as you did. I don't understand. Truth, Mr. Holiday, is a figure of speech. I have told you the truth. The hungly piece is yours. Please take it. Now, if you will excuse me. Just a moment, Mr. Kwan. Suppose I refuse to walk out with this. It is a matter of indifference to me. Then, as a matter of curiosity, how much is the piece worth? That depends upon who has it. And that means what? That is hard to say. To a collector, the hungly piece would be worth, perhaps no more than a hundred dollars. To you, it is worth what you make it. To me? To me, it is priceless. Ah, here is Lan. Lan, please show Mr. Holiday to the door. His business here is concluded. It will be great honor, Mr. Kwan. You're so. Well, goodbye, Mr. Holiday, and may the bet roost upon your roof. May the what rest fall where? The bet is a Chinese symbol for good fortune. Goodbye. Please do come with me, Mr. Holiday. Change of mind, Mr. Kwan. About what? The hangly piece. It is yours. Perhaps we shall meet again, Mr. Holiday. Oh, wait. Just a minute, Mr. Kwan. He is gone, Mr. Holiday. Now, if you will please to follow me. All right. Thanks. Is there anything else you wish, Mr. Holiday? Yes, I think there is. And that is? I wish someone would tell me why I advertise for adventure and get mixed up in things like this. Oh, goodbye. So, with the hangly piece tucked under my arm and a great big question mark tucked under my hat, I left Kwan Lee's place. For a moment I stood in front of the store. No one followed me out, although I knew that whoever had sent me the letter was watching. So I drove home and waited in my apartment. I didn't wait long. Hello? Mr. Holiday? Yes, it is. I'm the one who sent you the letter. 721 South Ferry Street, Room 6. Oh, just a minute. How do you know I've got the piece? I was in the store this afternoon. And why didn't you ask me for it there? You're wasting time. Please bring the hangly piece. You will be sorry. What was that address again? 721 South Ferry Street, Room 6. And the name? You've got all you need to know. Well, well, well. All right, Mr. South Ferry Street. We'll see what you have to offer. Please go back in, Mr. Holiday. Oh, I've got company. Please go back. Sit down. I just got up. Sit down. Oh, thank you. Won't you? No. You're much younger than I thought you'd be. Oh, is that so? I'll keep pointing that gun at me, and I can age 10 years. You have quite a sense of humor. For a murderer. Murder? Well, this is news. Go on, Miss... Loring. Greta Loring. How do you do? Doesn't the name Loring mean anything, Mr. Holiday? Beyond the fact that it belongs to a very pretty girl holding a very ugly gun, I'm completely at loss. Lying seems to be another of your doubtful accomplishments. Oh, yes, I'm very talented, but I'm no good at puzzles. You see, I give up too easily. I had a hard time finding you. Especially since you changed your name. No, this is news. I'm a murderer, a liar, and I'm living under an alias. This afternoon you gave yourself away by getting the hangly jade from that shop. Sooner or later I knew I'd trace you through that piece of jade. Oh, so you were there too. I've watched that shop for days, waiting for you to get the hangly. And now that I've got it. I'm going to take it. Then kill you. In that order, I suppose. Give it to me. It's right there on the table in front of you. It was a long time ago that you killed my father. I was a little girl then. Lady, how have you grown up? Complete with a gun and a murderous desire to kill me. I've had that desire for a long time. Ever since I found my father dead. Murdered. Go on, Miss Loring. What then? You know as well as I do. And being charming and flip won't help. Look, Miss Loring, maybe you've got the wrong man. Have you thought of that? After all, you said I seemed to be much younger than you thought I'd be. All I know is that you went after the hangly jade. No one else in the world but you would want that piece. No one else would know what it means. That's circumstational evidence, Miss Loring. Stay where you are. We're through talking, Mr. Holliday. Or shall I call you Benson? You can call me anything you like, but think before you squeeze that trigger. I've thought quite a lot. Now, I'm going to take the jade. All right. Here. Take it. Giving it to me won't solve everything. Stay there. No, don't. With the slam of the door, Miss Loring was gone. So was the hangly jade. And so was a piece of my coat where the bullet from her gun ripped through it. But I had the gun. Maybe it could be traced. But first, I had to see a man about a piece of jade at 721 South Ferry Street. Yes? Who is it? Holliday. All right. Just a minute. Come on in. Now, give me the hangly piece. I'm sorry, but you're about a half hour too late. What are you talking about? Well, I haven't got it. Maybe this will show you I don't like jokes. Now, look, whatever your name is, take that gun out of my ribs. Developing an allergy. Give me the hangly piece. What have I told you a girl who called herself Greta Loring took it away from me? Loring? You have that name right? I have every reason to remember it. But good. Where is she? I don't know. Well, you... All right. Turn around. Face the window. I'll look, fellow. Turn around. Now, where did that girl go? I told you, I don't know. How did she find you? The same way you did. She was in Quan High Shop this afternoon. Uh-huh. Okay, Mr. Holliday. Thank you for running that errand for me. And now, back to Box 13 and Dan Holliday's newest adventure, The Treasure of Hangly. It was a nice hit. Over the top of my head. When the birds and the bees left my skull, I sat up. The room was dark. I started to get to my feet when... You're feeling better, Mr. Holliday? Huh? Mr. Quan? Oh, him flattered. You recognized my voice. But you are feeling better. Except for a new head, I couldn't ask for anything more. I'm sorry I did not arrive in time to save you that inconvenience. Uh-huh. But now that you are here, why? Why am I here? I came to see your friend. Today I have no friends. Wait a moment. I shall turn on the light. Well, I could use some. Most down what's going on. Yes, here. You gave our friend the Hangly Jade? Oh, wait a minute. I... Just a moment. Before you answer, you had better look in this little alcove. Look, Mr. Holliday. Who? Who's that? He's dead. He's quite dead. Stubbed in the back. But he's not the man I came here to see. I'm afraid not. I wish he were. Well, then who is this? One of the men I have been seeking for ten years. Ten years? Look, Mr. Quan, I have a large headache. You're no aspirin with your Chinese puzzles. The man you came to see was named Benson. That doesn't help. The dead man there is a man named Fisher. And what about a man named Loring? Oh, you know a man named Loring. I met his daughter today. Ah, his daughter. No, I am beginning to see. But I presume you gave Mr. Benson the Hangly Jade you got from me today. I did not. Mr. Loring's daughter relieved me of it. She has it? You know she has. I have only your word for that. That's all you're gonna get, Mr. Quan. I think you mean that. Very well, Mr. Holliday. I shall have to leave now. Oh, no you don't. There's a murdered man here. How do I know you didn't kill him? That is a reasonable question. You have only my word that I did not kill him. And you'll go with me to the police. Oh, it's funny, huh? No. I was thinking of something, a proverb. And being Chinese, I am permitted one proverb. I've got one for you, Mr. Quan. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Right now you're the number one bird. Very good, Mr. Holliday. But my proverb is more to the point. Two men of different minds must soon say goodbye. We're going to the police, Mr. Quan. You'll leave me no alternative but this. What? Would you use that gun? I'm afraid I would if you tried to stop me. But please, do not blame me, Mr. Holliday. This is the fault of my ancestors. Your ancestors? They invented gunpowder. Goodbye. And so there I was, but where? I called the police and reported the murder without doing my name. I didn't want to stick around because I had other things to do. I had a bullet hole through my coat and out of my head and a big burning desire to catch up with Mr. Benson and Ms. Lawring. Not to mention a certain Mr. Quan. The only lead I had was Greta Lawring's gun that I'd taken from her. If she had bought it in the city, it would be registered. So I made one more phone call and found out what I wanted. Her address. It was then a part from the building. And her apartment was number eight. I pressed the buzzer. Yes? Good evening, Ms. Lawring. How did you find me? Oh, I had to. I always return things that I borrow. I believe this is your gun. What are you going to do? Play questions and answers. Please, get out of here. This afternoon you called me a murderer. Why? I thought you were someone else. Who? Benson? Yes. Oh, but I'm not. I know that now. Oh, now she tells me. After she puts a bullet through my coat. You know, Ms. Lawring, two inches higher and you'd have had yourself a corpse. Me. I disliked being a corpse. Now you'll talk. Benson killed my father in China ten years ago. It seems he also killed a man called Fisher. David Fisher? David or not, he's just a number at the morgue by now. Then, then Benson is still alive. I think he is. And you came here? Of course. Why not? Don't you see what you've done? Done. Think about it. Uh-oh. He wouldn't know where to find you, but I told him I'd met you. You know, keep track of me. And come here. Have you still got that hangleeks, Jade? Yes. Well, he wants that. If you give it to him, maybe he'll go away. My father was killed because he had the hanglee piece. What is there about that piece? There were three pieces, all part of the same screen. It was something about a treasure. And the carving on the screen would lead to the treasure? Yes. You have one piece, Benson has the other two. One he killed your father to get, the other he killed Fisher to get. And he'll come here after this third piece. Come on, we've got to get out of here. Wait, where's your phone? Oh, right there, but... I'm going to call the police. Not yet, Mr. Holiday. But... Kwan. Yes. I followed you, Mr. Holiday. Then because I fear Miss Loring would not extend her hospitality to me, I came up the fire escape. Kwan. Kwan, my father told me... Miss Miss Loring, yes. Your father, Fisher, and Benson killed an old Taoist priest in China to get the hanglee screen, and it's secret. My father never killed anyone. I'm afraid he did. But there are three pieces on the screen. Yes, Mr. Holiday. The three men did not trust one another. They broke the screen up into three pieces. One, valueless, without the other two. Why? Why did they do that? Because they had to leave China and go their separate ways. They arranged to meet later. But Benson killed Loring. Yes, but Loring did not have his piece of the hanglee. I got it before Benson got to him. And you, you put the piece in the window to trap Benson. Why, Mr. Kwan? Why? The Taoist priest was my honorable father. Oh, I didn't know. I didn't know that. I'm sure you did not. I have been all over the world waiting, waiting, hoping that sooner or later, the murderers of my father would trap themselves. Two are dead. And the third... Benson? Yes, Benson. He... Must be Benson. You let him in, Mr. Holiday. Let him in. Are you crazy? Kwan, he's a killer. Let him in one moment. When you put him in the table, Mr. Holiday, give it to me. Take it. Thank you. Now I have two guns. Mr. Benson probably has one. Let him in, Mr. Holiday. If you think I'm gonna open that door and let him in, you're crazy. I have two guns. Are you afraid, Mr. Holiday? All right. All right. Slowing it back next to the wall. Now. Hugh, get back in there. Better not come in, Benson. Move away now. Who's that? Come in, Mr. Benson. Come in. Holiday, stand in front of me. Right where you are. All right? Go ahead and shoot. I would hit Mr. Holiday. That's right. I'm sorry, Mr. Holiday, but you seem to have been caught between the dragon and the tiger. I want that hangly piece. I'll give it to him. Yes, do that, Mr. Loring. Give it to him. Benson, you've already killed two men. The third won't make any difference. A hangly piece, Mr. Loring. On the table. There. Take it. Good enough. All right, Holiday. Move in front of me. Always in front of me. Stop. Hand me the jade. You, Mr. Loring, hand it to me. That's it. Now I'm going to move back toward the door. If you shoot, Holiday gets it. Stop right here. Mr. Holiday, my life means nothing because I have devoted it to this moment. But I regret this inconvenience to you. Cron, think what you're doing. Benson won't get away. The police will have his description and be picked up within an hour. Nice streaming, Holiday. Mr. Cron, don't. Stay where you are. I regret Mr. Holiday. Twist away quickly. Twist away. Mr. Holiday. I'm all right. I got out of the way. But Mr. Benson has gone to his ancestors. Mr. Cron, are you all right? Yes. It's quite all right. Thank you. Go ahead. Ms. Loring, call a doctor faster. No, no, please. The three pieces on the screen. Give them to me. You will find two of them in Mr. Benson's pocket. But Mr. Cron, you're hurt badly. You've got to have a doctor. No, that would do no good. Old Chinese proverb, greatest coward is he who fears death. I'm sorry, Mr. Cron. The only pieces. Please put them together. All right. There they are. The treasure of Hong Li right here. Treasure. But not gold. My people learned centuries ago that real treasure is not gold. Treasure of Hong Li is written here. Jade. But Happy is the man who is contented with his lot. Mr. Cron. Mr. Cron. It's all right, Ms. Loring. Mr. Cron is contented. You mean that was all there was to the treasure, Mr. Holiday? Just that proverb? That's right, Susan. Maybe it's the best after all. Maybe we beat our brains out going after something and when we've got it. The thing on the other side of the hill always looks better. Happy is the man who is contented with his lot. Gee, you know something, Mr. Holiday? What, Susan? I can't think of anything silly to say. That's as it should be. Good night, Susan. Next week, same time, through the courtesy of Paramount Pictures, that stars as Dan Holiday and Box 13. Box 13 is directed by Richard Sandville, with this week's original story by Mark Hopling. Original music is composed and conducted by Rudy Schrager. Bart of Suzy is played by Sylvia Picker, and production is supervised by Vern Carstensen. Box 13 is a Mayfair production from Hollywood. Watch for Alan Ladd in his latest Paramount Picture.