 Your place is sure with two great names Frigidaire and General Moltres Frigidaire presents Herbert Marshall as the man called X Wherever there is mystery, intrigue, romance, and all the strange and dangerous places of the world There you will find the man called X And all Frigidaire presents Herbert Marshall as Ken Thurston, the man called X Thurston, New York, huh? Right. I, Monsieur Savardelle, welcome you to Papayette, Tahiti Thanks, Savardelle. By the way, what's this mine accident I heard about? Somewhere in this vicinity, wasn't it? Terrible tragedy, Monsieur Terrible, an explosion. One of our most welcome guests Monsieur Robert Suleyman was lost in it. Oh, such a nice gentleman too, so quiet, refined, so hard-working, so... Yeah, yeah, I'm sure, yeah. Where'd Sullivan usually hang out, you know? Well, frequently at the Cafe Chinua down on the waterfront. But I do not think that you would care to patronize a place like that. Cafe Chinua? Just the key to my room? Yes, Monsieur. Room 25. It is quite comfortable. I assure you, and if there is anything at your... Oh, see you later, Savardelle. Yes, Monsieur Thurston, we... Howdy, Savardelle. Looks like we've got a new homesteader around these parts. And of just what concern is this to you, Monsieur Cook? Let's see. What brandy put down for yourself in the register? Oh, Tim Thurston. Well, that just goes to show. To show what, Monsieur Thurston? Savardelle, I just swore that ombre would assign that register just by making an axe. That length, so... Well, not to some mistake, whether I didn't order any... Martini with an onion in it. Wait a minute. Who ordered this for me? Uh, number one gentleman over there. Yes, excuse, please, excuse me. The number one gentleman of... Oh, no, not again. Hello, Monsieur Thurston. Say gone, salesman. I thought I'd give you the brush in Singapore. Oh, I followed you down here. Special charter job error plane. We even got here ahead of you. So here I am ready to offer you my own valuables. No, thanks very much. But, Monsieur Thurston... I don't promise you are. We are enjoying the treasures of Chinua. Me? I, uh... wasn't, but things are beginning to look brighter. Hello, baby. Sit down and converse with us. Even talk maybe. Yes. Majda would like to talk about phosphate mines, Monsieur Thurston. Phosphate mines? The door to your right. It leads to a small garden. I shall meet you there in two minutes' time. Monsieur Thurston, you're surprised even me. But your fast burger I never saw. Well, shall we go out to the garden? See you later, Pagan. But, Monsieur Thurston. Oh, well. Waiter, take back this martini. Monsieur Thurston. Bob Sullivan had said to me many times, if anything should happen to him, I was to get in touch with you. Did he tell you why he thought something might happen to him? No, Monsieur. I only know he was worried about the phosphate mine. And I am certain he did not die by accident. That's all right. Who else might know something about this? There was one man. Bob would speak with him quite often at Chinois. Professor Powers. Powers? Who's Professor Powers? He owns a plantation back in the hills. Near the mine. They had many long talks together. But if he knows something... Is that all? No. There is another. A man who comes from... No, hold it, hold it, Naja. Moving over there. Quiet now. Not sure. That man? Not sure. What man? Tall man. It's like the girl got killed, don't it? Reckon maybe those shots were meant for you, Mr. Hick? Monsieur Thurston, why do we have to ride through this jungle anyway? This is the road to Professor Powers' plantation and the phosphate mine. But why do we have to go to these places tonight? That section wasn't hanging around just for the fun of it. There's something big going on around here. We've got to find out what it is fast. Mr. Thurston, you got this Johnny Cook all wrong. He wouldn't do it. All right, take on that savage. What do you know about him? Well, it was like this. I wanted to come to Tahiti to help you, you understand? But I had a little problem. Yeah, you were broke. Go on. Yes. Well, there was the sea plane at the dock. I heard Johnny Cook say he was flying here. So? I see. How much is Cook paying you to keep an eye on me? Mr. Thurston. All right, take on. Now, there's the mine entrance up ahead. There's the rest of the way on foot. But, Mr. Thurston, I don't get it. Why should we...? Well, a little late in the season for manhunting, isn't it? Who are you? You're going to forget about my name. Yeah, take on buried under hundreds of tons of rocks. Look at that girl. She's coming toward that. Mr. Thurston, with that cannon in her hand. Well, gentlemen, the mine is completely destroyed. Bob Sullivan is dead. Najda is dead. Somebody's guilty and somebody's going to pay. Any idea who? Yes, a very good one. And I'm looking at him right now, Mr. X. Now to continue with Frigidaire's man-called ex-starring Herbert Marshall. With Europe in desperate need of phosphates to help ease the critical world food shortage, Ken Thurston's in Tahiti investigating a series of so-called accidents occurring to a big phosphate mine. Would you like to blame for this mine explosion, Mr. X? No, it looks as though I'd better come up with someone. Yes, just as soon as I take that rifle away from you. Oh, that... I should have killed you first and asked questions afterwards. That's Johnny Cook's advice. Johnny told me that... I suppose you think you're pretty smart. Who are you? Made a boy. I'm Professor Powell's niece. What's that supposed to tell me? Everything or nothing? Any other questions? A couple. But they can wait. And if you're quite true with me, I think I'd like to... Oh, and if you say... Thank you. All right, boy. I'll be seeing you around, Mr. Thurston. The next time I won't take any chances. It is, Mr. Thurston. Come in, please. Come in. Thanks, Robert L. What are you doing here, Professor Powell? Well, my nightly chess game with the Professor, Monsieur, it is delightful relaxation after my trying days at the hotel. Where is it, Salvador? Guest? May we, Monsieur Thurston, Professor Powell? So I've been dropped at the game, but I thought you'd like to know about the phosphate mine next door here. Someone blew it up a little while ago. Blue up the... Monsieur, what are you saying? This is unbelievable. Well, don't tell me you didn't hear the explosion. Well, we did hear that, Monsieur, but we mistook it for thunder, a storm brewing in the air. Yes, yes. There's a storm brewing, all right, Salvador. Only it isn't in the hills. It's among the hungry people in this world. By the way, you're a physics professor, aren't you, Powers? Yes, I was before I retired. But how'd you know? The door to your laboratory's open. I see you have a cathode ray tube and a Geiger counter in there. Well, sorry to disturb your game, gentlemen. I... I'll let you figure out your next move in peace, Professor. Though even a child could tell that almost any move you make would put him in checkmate. Good night, Salvador. I expect you to tell Pagon if the chief calls before I get back about a cable guy I sent him, you take the message for me, see? Ha! Can always depend on Mr. Zelchman. Oh, yeah. But where are you going? Down to the harbor. Harbor? There's nothing down there but boats. And Johnny Cook's sea plane. It's safe to have a boat of sea plane. Wow. Howdy, Thirston. No, of course. I didn't expect you back so soon. Yeah, I reckon. Sometimes since I've seen a safe made of lead instead of steel. Yeah, that's right. Now, why would a man want a safe made of lead, you reckon? If you put down that 45 for a minute, we can talk it over. I don't know if I rightly should, Thirston. What do you think, Mater? Mater? That's right, Mr. Uh... Right me. Only right me. Johnny, what was he doing to you? I'll tell you later, sugar. Got a little job to do first. Job? Yeah, wait a minute. Totally moving to the cargo door. Okay. Yeah. Might have peaceful out yonder in the harbor, Thirston. I reckon maybe you could sleep right comfortable out there. Mr. Thirston residents of hotel room, that is. Hey, Mr. Chief, how's the weather in New York? I'll take that call, Pagan. Oh, sure, Mr. Thirston. Hey, you're so sloppy wet. What happened? I was lucky. Miss Boyd didn't hit hard enough. Huh? Oh, Chief. What have you got for me on Johnny Cook? Thunderbird. That's the one Bob Sullivan flew in. That may explain a lot of things. Ah, not to... Things are plenty hot here. Sounds like we've got listeners, Chief. I'll call you later. So long. Pagan, what do you know about that lead safe Johnny brought back from Singapore? Safe? Oh, oh, you mean the one Professor Powers wanted? Powers? Sure. Sure, I should have known it all ties in. Huh? What ties in with what? Bonnet, chess game, Geiger counter. Must fate minds. Come on, Pagan, we're going back to our plantation. Come back to the hotel, Mr. Thirston. Nobody's home here. With all those lights burning? Maybe it's the door. Yeah. Let's go in. Joint's empty. Let's try the laboratory. Look at all those junk. Tubes, bottles, gas burners. What a mess. I never... Mr. Rex, there's a whole shoe lying under the bench. There's a foot in it. Professor Powers' foot. He's dead, Pagan. But who killed him? And why? Maybe that great, hard one is shoes, can tell us. So that's where all those dusty footprints came from. What about you tasting him, Mr. Thirston? It totally does. The first bit is all. Powers within that mind are knife. But the entrance was blown to pieces. How could he get in? There was another entrance from this plantation. Now, if we can follow those footprints... Wait, I'll take this gadget with me. Okay, let's go. Mr. Thirston, what are we going to do with that little bar? Pagan. We're going to play a detective. We have to come down in this hotel and around. Anyway, just because we found the tunnel in the hillside doesn't mean we have to... That sound. What was it? What was that? It's coming from that box you're carrying. A time bomb. You're carrying a time bomb. It's going to explode. Pagan, this is a Geiger counter. Fix that way in the presence of radioactivity. And it's done its detecting job for us. I'll shut it off. Detecting job? What did that thing detect? Take a look at the walls of that crosscut opening into this tunnel. Okay, Mr. Rex, I'm looking. So what? That pitch blend. All that contains the radio. That's why the Geiger counter clicked. That's why somebody sabotaged this mine. It did? To gain control of that ore. And that's the reason for Professor Powell's lead safe. The only way you can handle that stuff. Mr. Rex, somebody's delivered us. He's coming this way. Turn off that flashlight. Hello, Maida. Ken Thurston. That's right. What are you doing down here? Trying to find out why your uncle was so interested in this mine? Yes, I was. What difference does that make? Don't make any. We caught your cold-handed looking for this radio ore. She's the guilty one, Mr. Thurston. Let's take her away. Not so fast, Pagan. She's not guilty of anything. Huh? But the mine was she shot us. She was trying to protect the mine and her uncle. Huh? Where? Well, then it's, like I said all the time, Johnny Kuhl. Wrong again, Pagan. Mr. Sabadell. What? Sabadell? That is quite correct. Mr. Sabadell, what are you doing? Mr. Rex, it's him. Do not move any of you. You will notice I have a gun in my hand. I can shoot quite straight with it, I assure you. Hmm. Notchda and Professor Powers found that out. Quite so. But then Powers had outlived his youthfulness to me. Yeah. After he analyzed the pitch-pen for even discovered it held more than radium. Mm-hmm. Then you know what else it contains, Mr. Sabadell? Sabadell? Pitch-pen is just a common name for oxide of uranium. Uranium? That's right, Mater. That's why we're willing to kill for it. Of Sullivan, Notchda, Powers. Oui, Monsieur, and now it is your turn. Not this time, Sabadell. This thing's too big to take it away with it. Let's have that gun. It's not being a rogue fuel, Thurston. It'll be dead long before you reach me. Well, I'm gonna try. Let me have it, Sabadell. All right, Monsieur, but not the way you wish. Now that you're close enough, so I cannot possibly miss. Looks like I've potted me a genuine ring-tail skunk. Yeah. Thanks, Cook. They were good shooting. I figured Mater wouldn't be down here alone. Huh? Mr. Thurston, you're alive. It's that Sabadell who's there. Ain't it the truth? Then you heard, Johnny, you were wrong about Mr. Thurston wrong all the time. Sure were, honey. But Bob Sullivan told me to keep an eye open for Ken Thurston, a man called Rex. Now, as I didn't know, we meant a pure blood. Instead of being the maverick, I figured it murdered him. Oh, so you took things in your own hands. Made your own rules. Just like Sabadell did. That's no good, Johnny. This world of ours has got too small and shaky for any man to play the game his own way, according to his own rules. Whether the steaks are food or uranium, there's only one way to gain that little end, Johnny, in a checkmate for all of us. Before introducing our star, Herbert Marshall, once again, I'd like to read a telegram which is addressed to him from the head of the Columbia Broadcasting System. Bart, I'm sure you won't mind my reading it on the air. Course not, Wendell. It says, dear Bart, heartiest congratulations to you and your sponsor, Frigidaire Division of General Motors Corporation on the completion of 100 consecutive Frigidaire shows. May I say to you personally and to everybody connected with the man called X that I think you're doing a grand job. Best proof of that is the millions of people who listen to you every Sunday night at this time. Now as you start on your way to the 200th Frigidaire show, all of us at CBS send our very best wishes to all of you on the man called X. Signed William S. Paley, Chairman of the Board, Columbia Broadcasting System. Wendell, what can I say in answer to something like that, except... Thanks, CBS. Thanks on behalf of our sponsor, Frigidaire, with whom you are celebrating this 100th broadcast. And thanks to you of our listening audience for your loyalty week after week. Good night. Frigidaire's man called X is directed by Jack Johnstone, the music composed and conducted by Johnny Green. Tonight's story was written by Sidney Marshall, and so until next week, same time, same station, this is Wendell Niles speaking for Frigidaire, made only by General Motors. All characters and incidents used on this program are fictitious. And any resemblance to actual persons or incidents is purely coincidental. 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