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For those of us who took the steamer down river in those frantic months just after the war, it was a voyage dominated by fear and intrigue and danger. It started in the saloon of the ten golden pieces over a glass of gin and the company of the man whose face wore many racial strains but no pride of ancestry and no hope for his descendants and no name as far as I could discover other than the Eurasian. The word echoes in the marketplace that you desperately seek transportation to Shanghai. The word is correct. The word is also correct and I'm stranded. One wonders if you lack money. No, I lack influence. One knows of a way to Shanghai. What? You know of a way? Have you the courage to attempt the Yangtze in a junk? Well at this point I would consider doing it in a canoe. One hears of a junk that is obtainable for price. How much? One can always make a deal. Where is this junk? Can I see it? It's on the opposite bank or the Kialing at the dock at Chiangpei. Could I rent it or hire it? You would have to buy it. Buy it? I could navigate it myself. I have thought of that. The owner would take you to Shanghai where you would in gratitude return the junk to him as a gift. Oh I see. I buy it here and give it back to him at Shanghai. That's a cute wrinkle. You do not favor the wrinkle? Oh no, no, no, no. Don't get me wrong. If I can get out of Chungking, I'm crazy about it. Come on, let's go. One moment. The money. It must be in American dollar. Oh well, of course. Then as you say, okay, let's go. We slog through the slime of the gutters. The night was misty. The chill wind carried with it the stench of the river and carried to the unforgettable stench of poverty and death. The Eurasian led me down the thousand stone steps to the waterfront where a sandpan ferried us across to the suburb known as Chiangpei. There at an ill lit makeshift dock, the Eurasian talked to a whiz and coolly while I inspected the junk. What's the matter? What's he saying? He does not wish to take you. Oh well, you can tell him it's okay with me. Junk's a good name for this boat. It's exactly what it is. I wouldn't risk my life in it back in the Arkansas River. Oh wait, where are you going? Back across the river, Chungking. But you are anxious to get to Shanghai. Not that anxious. But what about my commission? I didn't buy the boat, did I? I've gone to a good deal of trouble for you tonight. You have money? I'm sorry, I can't help you. Oh no, you don't leave me like this. Lie still. Huh? I said lie still. Who are you? Where is that? Oh, my back. He broke my back. Your back's not broken. Take your shirt off. I'm a doctor. How did I get here? A dirty man in a white suit brought here. Yeah, yeah, the Eurasian. He said he found you in the street. He did, huh? Lie there. Hey, wait a minute. My money. My money is gone. Turn over on your story. No, wait a minute. Lie face down, please. Huh? No. Where is your back hurt? All over. Here? Yeah. What about here? Well, it's nothing. Just a pullig of it. Spray. I'll get my bag and tape it for you. You're an American, aren't you? I'm kidding. So am I. Wichita. What happened to you tonight? Saloon brawl? No, I guess I was just a little too anxious to get to Shanghai. I was, I was even considering a leaky junk down the yanked seam. Why do you want to go to Shanghai? I'm correspondent. That's where the biggest story is today. Well, if you want to go, why don't you take the river steamer? Oh, that's funny. I've only been trying for months to get a ticket on the thing. Lie still, please. Now, inhale. Exhale. Hold it. I want this adhesive to be good and tight. Yeah. You know, I'm taking the boat to Shanghai tomorrow. You don't talk, please. I didn't have any trouble getting a ticket. Hold still, please. This tape isn't tight. It won't do you any good. I got to have connections in China today. I was lucky. I've been out here six years. I know a lot of people. There. How's that too tight? Well, it's tight. And that's the way you want it. Feels a lot better. That'll do the trick, though. You'll have to keep it on at least a week. Yeah. Well, how much do I owe you, Doc? Oh, make it a pack of cigarettes. Oh, it's pretty high. As a matter of fact, I haven't got quite a full pack, but you can have it here. Thanks. What do they call you back in Kansas? Well, in Kansas, they call me Jane Roma. In China, I'm known as Girl Doctor. You know, I was just thinking, if you're really serious about wanting to go to Shanghai, I can get you a ticket on the downriver boat tomorrow. It's almost impossible to get a ticket. How? Does it matter how I get it, as long as I get it? Lady, if you can get me out of Chungking, nothing matters. I'll pay you back in Shanghai. What's your name? Tony Dana. Well, Tony Dana, there'll be a ticket waiting for you at the steamship office tomorrow morning and a little money for traveling expenses. What? I can't believe it. What are you looking at me so funny for? You're amazing. Why? You're the first man I've ever met who didn't comment on my being both a woman and a doctor. Oh, well, now don't get me wrong, Girl Doctor. The combination fascinates me, but what I like most is your ability to pull a steamer ticket out of the hat. Oh, I have many talents. Well, let's kick him around. No. You go to your room and rest. Take care of that back. Okay, you're the doctor. But I can't tell you this. What? I'm glad you're going to Shanghai with me. Vote was a squat, ugly, gray thing. As dirty as the river she sat in. Already her decks were crawling with discarded bits of humanity. Some asleep, some curled around their meager possessions. But in one way, they were all alike. On their faces was the great patience that is so often worn by the have-nots of this world. At the head of the gang, Clank, a beefy-looking white man was hurting his board. Get these people on. How was your ticket? Ticky, ticky, ticky. Yeah, okay, move along. Okay, you next. Take it. Yeah, just a minute. I got it here someplace. Hurry up. Get it out. I got a schedule to keep. Come on, come on. Can't you see my hands are full? Yeah, two suitcases. Nobody needs two suitcases. Leave one of them behind. But I need them both. I said leave one of them behind. My books are in there. Then leave the other one. I don't care. There's nothing on the ticket that says how much you can carry. Who are you to be pushing me around? I'm Skipper of the Skull, Radigan. That's the name. Keep it in mind. It's just a suitcase. Listen, I want this river to make money. If I can pick up one paying fare in place of your precious suitcase, I'm for it. See, you got your choice, mister. Either put one suitcase off or I put you off. You got a crummy racket. So I'm a crummy guy. Well, which is it? I'm in a hurry. Okay, okay. Now, this one, that's better. Now, let's say you take it and your passport. All right, here. Anthony Dana American. Okay, move along. If this river wasn't so lousy loaded up with foreigners who don't have any business being here, maybe we could move some Chinese. And that was my introduction to Captain Radigan, Skipper of the Skull, as obnoxious a personality as I've run into. He considered every accidental a foreigner except himself. Well, I picked my way across the littered deck, climbing over soldiers and whining children. I was I was one of the lucky passengers. Mine was a first class ticket, entitling me to a state room, or should I say to half a state room? I was on my way to it when the Chinese officer stopped me. See your papers, please. Well, I just showed my papers to the captain. See your papers, your passport, everything. What is this? Everybody wants to look at my papers. Who are you anyway? I am Lieutenant Chen. Will you show me your papers? Or shall we create unfortunate incident for you? Oh, for Pete's sake. Here you are. That is better. It says here your name is Anthony Dennette. You are American citizen. Your occupation is correspondent. Yeah, look, I know what it says. You don't have to read it to me. Papers are in order. I gotta tell you that the matter is closed. Paper in order. You may proceed to your state room. Thanks. Oh, hello. I guess we're roommates. I'm Dana. Oh, I am. I mean, you are. Well, I'm Vickers. Come in. Come in. Come in. Welcome, my friend. Thanks. You know, I've just been wondering what sort of a chap I draw to bunk with. Of course, I don't mind you understand. When I'm out in the field, a missionary gets conditioned. If you know what I mean, I mean conditioned, what? Yeah, stable, a bit of straw, bare ground. But indoors, I remember I'm an Englishman. I like comfort, you know, pleasant company. Yeah, I hope you like cockroaches because they've got us outnumbered. Oh, yes, cockroaches and I are old friends. Hey, look here. Why don't you store your gear and come up on deck? You know, it's quite something to see when Rattigan starts his old steamer downriver. You would think it was the Queen Mary. You would really, all the ceremony who puts into it. I wouldn't watch Rattigan launch a rocket to the moon. Well, that's not likely, you know. I mean, what happened? The old sea dog get your back up? Well, he made me leave a suitcase behind. It was full of books I've been years collecting. Well, that sounds like him. Are you coming? No, no, you go ahead, Vickers. I'll see you later. Yeah, thank you. As I unpacked what I needed for the trip, I could feel the old boat gather all her strength together and move groaning into the deep water channel. And I forgot about my lost books. I was on the Yangtzee on my way at Lastic Shanghai on my way to the big story. And I felt a curious kind of thrill. I was part of China on the move. The cabin was close and stuffy. I went up on deck to get some air. I was kind of hoping to run into girl doctor. Then I saw her standing at the prow of the boat talking animatedly with my roommate, the missionary. Ah, there you are, Dana. Glad you came up. Come on over and meet a charming fellow passenger. Dr. Roma, may I present Mr. Dana? How do you do? Dana, did you say? It's an odd name. Have you been in China long? Well, wait a minute. He's an American, you know. One of your countrymen, Dr. Roma. Oh, really? Yeah. Kansas. Oh, is that so? I say we're lucky, aren't we, Dana? Having such a beautiful doctor aboard, huh? It might make it worth the man's while to be ill or something, eh? I hope that won't happen. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone packing to do. Often nice to have met you, Mr. Dana. Oh, yes. I'll see you later, Mr. Baker. She smiled at me like you smiled at a stranger you've just met. There was no sign, no sign at all of recognition. And from then on, she avoided me. At first, it made me a little sore. My male ego was wounded, I guess. I thought she'd gotten me a ticket because she wanted to see me again. Now, I wondered, why had she gotten it? Eh, there was something wrong with this whole business. We were scheduled to tie up at each hangover night, and I was looking forward to breaking up the trip by night ashore. I was on my way to my state room to get my bag. Girl, doctor. Dr. Roma. It's Tony. Tony Danaer. What's wrong? Go away. No, I'm coming in. Please. What's the matter? What's happened? Nothing. Nothing. Nothing, nothing happened. You always wear your hair must like that, your blouse ripped, and your luggage. That's the way you like it, I suppose. Dumped, sprawl all over the room. It's none of your affair, Tony. Keep out of it. Look, you're gonna tell me what's going on anyway. Please, keep out of it. No, you're scared. You need help. Just get out and leave me alone. All right. Maybe Captain Radigan knows the answer. No, wait a minute, Tony. What? All right. I came into my state room. It was dark, but I could tell there was somebody in here. Then he grabbed me. I tried to fight away from him. I screamed, but he got out. I turned on the light. Who was it? I don't know. A soldier, I think. A Chinese soldier. Well, what was he looking for? What are you carrying? The crown jewel? It isn't funny, Tony. They're after the Shanghai document, but they didn't get it, not this time. The Shanghai document? What's that? Just a piece of paper, but it might hold the destiny of China. Oh, in what way? A new leader has been found on the west of China, but only a few trusted people know his identity. A man who very possibly could unite his people, lead them out of war. I don't have to tell you what that means to China, Tony. The document contains his name, his plan of action, and his written acceptance of the great responsibility, and it must get into the right hands in Shanghai. And if it doesn't? A lot of heads will fall, and China will have lost a chance for peace. And you're the messenger, huh? Why? I'm a sympathizer. I was chosen because I'm an American. We thought they wouldn't suspect an American. Well, Radigan's an American. I'm an American. Why pick on... Oh, hey, wait a minute. And that's the reason you got my ticket for me. That's why you've been giving me the wide berth. You were using me as a decoy in case they got wine. I'm sorry, Tony, but you did want to get to Shanghai. Yeah, yeah. But with one stipulation, I'd like to get there alive. Attention, motorist. Petroleum chemists have discovered new super-octane gasoline components of great importance to you. And one of the highest octane components ever discovered is xylene. Now listen to this. Today, every gallon of rich-field gasoline contains xylene. Xylene helps give rich-field gasoline that high-antinox performance, that eager response in traffic, that smooth surging power that turns mountains into molehills. 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Yeah, yeah, I know, but I hope it won't throw army regulations in an uproar if I go ashore anyway. Sorry, your business merely suggestion. Yeah, well, thanks. See you around, Chen. Now, what do you think you're going? Ashore, you mind? Matter of fact, I do. When I start out with a boatload of people, I like to deliver them. I don't like no trouble, and you're going ashore is just asking for it. Are you trying to tell me I can't go ashore, Captain Radigan? Look, sweetheart, the only thing I'm trying to tell you is watch your step. So you've told me. I've been warned. Now I'd like to get going. Okay, Bilgehead. It's your neck. Oh, I say dinner! Dinner! Here we go again. Are you going ashore? And what's your objection, Vickers? Objection? Well, I don't get it, old boy. I was going ashore myself. I thought we might make a party of it. You know, I speak the dialect, and I thought it might come in handy. Well, I thought for a minute... You thought what? Oh, never mind. Come on. You know, the last time I was in Yichang, there was a very nice hotel. Let's try it. That is, of course, if it hasn't been bombed. What? Oh, the proprietor, Chinese, very good friend of mine, serves the most of... Vickers, wait a minute. What's that? What's what? Where? There at the foot of the gangplank, a whole platoon of soldiers. Oh, they're probably on the lookout for a deserter. Yeah. Well, come on, let's get off the boat. Yeah. Oh, I see. Look, they're going to stop us. Your passport, please? Uh, certainly. Right here. Oh, passport in order. Proceed. Oh, thanks, Auckland. And I see your passport. Look, I've been checked and double-checked. You better do as he says, old boy. Okay, here. It's a messy, this red day. Necessary, I suppose, but sometimes I do think they overdo it. Oh, your passport not in order? Not in order. Oh, please, better you come with me. Oh, wait a minute, where to? What for? Impossible. Proceed to Shanghai. Paper's not clarified. What are you talking about? But I say who can't take him off the boat like this? Oh, don't you know, passport not in order. Come, please. He took me to a command car, which drove me to field headquarters on the hills above each hang. No matter what I said to him, no matter how much I argued, all I got out of him was passport not in order. Well, they gave me a place to sleep and something to eat and a couple of guards to watch me. The river steamer was scheduled to leave each hang at dawn. I was hoping they'd release me by then, but the dawn slipped in and the steamer slipped out. And I heard it in the distance, the whistle, and I felt sunk. How was I to explain to these guys that I was just a decoy? They'd picked off the wrong American that the thing they wanted, the Shanghai document, was on its way down the Yangtzee. And I heard them coming down the hall. I didn't know what I was in for, but I braced myself. At least I'd go down fighting. Yeah. Passport is in order. Can go now. Go? Now you tell me. Look, did you hear that whistle? The steamer's gone. How do I get to Shanghai now, swim? A thousand apologies for ignorant mistake. American passport, very confusing. Yeah, yeah, sure. But what do I do now? Please come with me. I've made arrangements. I was apologized to in several dialects. Then I got back into the command car and was driven down past the river landing to a secluded spot where a sandpan tended by two Cooleys was waiting. I was politely, but forcibly put aboard. I turned around to protest, but it was too late. The Cooleys had pulled the sandpan away from shore into the center of the river, and back on shore the Chinese officer was smiling broadly. Well, anyway, I was on my way to Shanghai again. When I sat back to smoke a cigarette, I was out of matches, and I nudged the Cooley in front of me. Hey, uh, hey, you, uh, catch him, uh, matchy, matchy, you know? Certainly, Mr. Dana. Here you are. May I light it for you? Lieutenant Chandler, what are you doing on this sandpan? I also have missed the boat. Yeah, well, why the Cooley outfit? It's not safe for lone soldier to travel by himself. I am, as you Americans say, coming along for the ride. You know what I think, Chen? I think I'm the one that's being taken for a ride. I couldn't understand it. If they had thought I had the document, why hadn't they searched me? Why did they let me go? Why was Chen on my tail? I decided to find out just how much of a watchdog Chen was. We've been on the river all day, and it was just getting dark when we pulled up at a rickety bamboo landing. Chen was singing as he helped the Cooley repair a sail. They weren't paying any attention to me. I crawled silently off the boat onto the dock. Mr. Dana, I should regret to have to kill you before we reach Shanghai. Come back in boat, please. Well, you can't blame a guy for trying. If you are wise, you will not try again. We passed Nang King, turned off the Yangtzee into the Yunho Canal. Chen never seemed to sleep. He watched me constantly. But as he and the other Cooley maneuvered the sandpan into Suqiao Creek on the Shanghai Waterfront, I realized that I had one final chance. It was dusk. The creek was filled with a floating city, thousands of sandpans, each with their family washings flying along. They're their babies. They're suppers cooking. They run either side of us within scraping distance. And suddenly I leaped across the one on the left. Mr. Dana, stop. He wouldn't dare shoot in such a crowded place. He couldn't hope to hit me, but he jumped across and I was already on the next sandpan and jumping from sandpan to sandpan, I zigzagged my way to the bank and lunged into the crowded filthy waterfront of Shanghai. I looked back once. I couldn't see Lieutenant Chen anywhere. I lost him. I took a deep breath. I felt free, safe in the crowd. And then I saw him, not 10 feet away, Captain Radigan, and with him two huge Mongolians. I moved fast, elbowing my way through the madded humanity and ran down the bundt like a devil himself was after me. And I finally stopped out of breath in a cluttered back alley. It was dark. Radigan was no place to be seen. Neither were the Mongolians. I was quite alone. I had one friend in Shanghai. Vickers, the missionary, had given me his address. I found a rickshaw driver who knew where it was and he took me there. It was one of those old Chinese dwellings with a high wall around it. I knocked at the gate. Nobody answered. I opened the gate, walked into the garden. Well, it's about time you showed up, Dana. Radigan, we've been waiting a long time for you. Radigan, what are you? You took me a minute to recognize the smell of the cloth on my face, chloroform. How do you feel? Huh? Oh, you again. Don't try to get up and don't yell. This is a hospital. You're disturbed. The other patients hospital. Why is it every time I come to you are there and what do you do? Follow your patients around? I'm sorry, Tony. Yeah, sure. You were going to see Vickers. We couldn't let you do that. Captain Radigan. Yeah, Doctor. Give me a hand, will you? Oh, no. Get away from me. Hey, what are you gonna? Come on, Dana. Sit on your stomach. Hey, let me go. Just relax, Tony. It's time for your bandage to come off. Thanks a lot, Tony, Dana. That adhesive tape you want to pull the skin off my back. What do you think I... What did you say? I said thanks a lot for carrying the Shanghai document through safely. The document? It was on your back under the adhesive tape. I put it there back in Chongqing. You did? Then Radigan... Radigan and Lieutenant Chen and the soldiers who took you off the boat were all working under orders, protecting you. Yeah, well, I ran away from them. I thought to do it. Yeah, you sure gave us a bum time. What do you want me to do? Apologize? Tony, Tony, please. We treated you badly, I know, but we couldn't let you go to Vickers. Vickers, the missionary? Anyone can wear his collar backwards. Vickers was the one who was after the document. We had to get you off the boat and away from him before he discovered that I didn't have it. Oh, Vickers. Tony, I hope you know you've done a great thing for China. Yeah, yeah. Well, now that I've done so much for China, suppose you do something for me. Well, anything. Okay. Get dressed up. Let's go out in the town and have dinner. Oh, Tony, we'd love it. We can meet you in an hour. We. My husband and I. Jerry. Your? Your husband? You'll love him, Tony. He's a wonderful guy. He's from Kansas too. This is the age of science, an age in which science has made vast strides in medicine, in nuclear energy, and in the field of petroleum chemistry. For example, petroleum chemists have discovered new super octane gasoline components of great importance to every motorist. And one of the highest octane components ever discovered is xylene. Now listen to this. Today, every gallon of rich field gasoline contains xylene. The xylene component of rich field gasoline helps give your car that high antenna performance, that extra zip in traffic, that velvet smoothness under the hood. Try rich field gasoline with xylene. Take your choice of rich field high octane at regular price for the average motor or rich field ethyl for best results in the highest compression motors. Stop where you see the rich field eagle on the cream and blue pumps. Get rich field gasoline containing xylene tomorrow. Escape is produced and directed by William N. Robeson and has tonight presented Shanghai document by John and Gwen Bagney. Featured in the cast with John Dana as Tony. John Banks as Dr. Jane Roma. Ben Wright as Vickers and the Eurasian. Bill Conrad as Rattigan. Benson Fong as Lieutenant Chen. Charles Lung as the officer and Paul Freese as the voice of escape. Special music was arranged and played by Ivan Dittmarz. Next week. You were on a small launch off the California coast about to dive 20 feet below the surface to reach a man's body and to recover an object identifying his murderer who is standing at your side and from whom there is no escape. Next week at the same time the rich field oil corporation of New York invites you to escape with the story of a man who stumbled onto what seemed the easiest way in the world to make a million dollars. As H. V. Dixon tells it in his exciting new book, Something for Nothing. Be listening. Goodbye then until the same time next week when once again we offer you escape. Come hadn't speaking this is CBS the Columbia Broadcasting System.