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And now, to counter-spies. A little over six weeks ago, in a small mid-European country, a man, a private secretary of a diplomat named Borne, lay on the kitchen floor of his own apartment. His head, twisted to one side, revealed a dark bruise on one temple. And as he lay unconscious, a steady stream of gas hissed from the open jets of the stove. Gas which filled the room and swirled around the flickering pilot light of the stove. What are you doing here? Waiting to see you, Mr. Borne. Such a pleasant surprise. Oh, I'll come into the apartment. Thank you. I return home from the funeral of poor Carlos. You heard of his horrible death and the gas explosion, did you not? Yes, Mr. Borne, I heard. So tragic. And right before I am to leave for America. Oh, come in, come in. But let us not speak of that. Tell me, my friend, why are you here? This paper will explain. You see, I am to replace Carlos as your secretary. You giving up your position in the government? But why, my friend? Because I am your friend, and I realize your danger. Danger? To me? Mr. Borne, I don't believe the death of your secretary was the accident that seemed to be. Rudolph, you think the gas explosion was... It may have been an attempt to get at you. But why? I'm a poor old man, unimportant. Would your country send you on an important mission like this if they thought that? That is why they sent me. Since our ambassador in the United States is ill, I sail to America. Arrange for the engraving of bonds for our government and bring them back personally. All merely an honor to an old man. Three million dollars, merely an honor? The engraving of the bonds on which the future of our nation depends? Well, perhaps the fact that I avoid publicity and am not known outside our country was an added reason. A drink? Thank you. I warn you, Mr. Borne, don't underestimate your own importance or your danger. Your drink, Rudolph. Thank you. The death of your secretary, the sudden illness of the ambassador in Washington, I feel it may all be a part of a dangerous plot. Good heavens. Very well, if you're right, I'd better ask the government for an armed guard on my trip. Mr. Borne, I have another suggestion. What is it, Rudolph? If you know any way... My suggestion is that you and I exchange identities, that you travel as my secretary, Rudolph, and I as the envoy Borne. You would take that chance. Yours is the life of value to our country. You must get those bonds through. Very well. You feel that strongly about it, Rudolph. Very well. You shall be the special envoy Borne. I shall be your secretary, Rudolph, on our voyage to the United States. Mr. Borne. Oh, Rudolph, I mean Mr. Borne. Yes, yes, the water churning from the propellers intrigues me. Turbulent, dangerous, like the world we live in. Have you had dinner? The mess they serve on this ship under the guise of food. But I did have an interesting dinner partner. Another gourmet like yourself? We know that American girl, the one we watch come aboard with the invalid in the wheelchair. Ah, yes, the pretty redhead. Her name's Myra Stevens and the man in the wheelchair is her uncle. She's bringing him back to the United States for treatment. You seem to have learned a great deal about her. Oh, well. If I were 20 years younger, I'd be giving you competition myself. Shall we go to our cabin and finish packing? We dock early. Very well. By the way, we are to be officially met with the ship docks. Officially met? A radiogram came this morning from Mr. David Harding of the American counter-spice. Counter-spice? Yes, he's to meet us personally. His agency may take over the job of guarding me and you won't have to worry anymore. Please, please, could you... Oh, Mr. Borne. Yes, Stevens, what's wrong? He's my uncle. He's fallen from his wheelchair and I can't lift him back. Would you and your secretary be willing to help me? He's been right down here. He was trying to reach his medicine when he fell. Here, this is our cabin. All right, now, if... Miss Stevens, your uncle's not on the floor. He's there on the bed. I thought... Good work, Myra. The old fool never knew what hit him. The padded pipe was perfect. Not a mark on him. We can't afford any slips, not with three million dollars at stake. How about your uncle on the bed? Is he still unconscious? I haven't found out of him since I brought him aboard. The stuff you gave him works like a charm. Who is he anyway? Just a sailor I found on the docks. But he served his purpose. Here, give me a hand with old Borne. We'll put him in the wheelchair like this. Why don't we get rid of him? What are we saving him for? I have many uses in mind for old Borne. Now, Myra, does a hypodermic needle bother you? Well, if you don't needle me with it. How long will that stuff keep the old men unconscious, Rudolph? Long enough for you to get him ashore tomorrow and to your apartment. That should keep him quiet. Now, get me a blanket. Sure. The one I wrapped around the other man. Wrapping round, Borne. Now, as far as anyone knows, this is the same man you brought aboard. Your poor, invalid uncle. Well, you go on posing as Borne. Pretty slick, Rudolph. I planned it, didn't I? One thing I don't get, though. Everyone in the United States will accept you as Borne. Why did you have to forge a duplicate order for those bonds? My dear, Borne was sent out to have three million dollars worth of bonds printed. With that duplicate letter, I can have six million made. Six is more than three. So far, so good. At the right time, I send three million back to my country as they expect. But for myself, I have three million more. Perfect bonds. Genuine confidence. Duplicates, that is. To be sold here and there around the world for my own profit. And mine. You'll get your share. Okay, Mastermind. How do we get rid of this sailor? Well, wait till the deck is empty. And then send our sailor on his last sail. Without the boat. Up to the rail, Myra. Okay, hurry up. Now you understand what you have to do. After we toss him over, I call Man Overboard. Then I tell the captain I saw my secretary Rudolph fall over the side of the ship. And I back you up so nobody can doubt your story. Okay, let's get it over with. One, two, three. Hello, Uncle. Mr. Harding's office at once. Report to Mr. Harding. Good job for you, Peter. I'll get my bulletproof vest. No, no, this is an easy one. I just want you to meet a ship with me in New York and then arrange for the safety of the foreign envoy who's aboard. Another Throneless King? A man named Borne. He's been sent here to arrange the printing of some bonds for his country. Why here, Dave? To cut the chances of counterfeiting. His country's economy is already shaky and they're issuing these bonds to add to the Marshall Planade we're already giving him. Any counterfeits might topple the government. So we play nursemen. Well, it's vitally important for the United States to see that his government doesn't fall. These bonds may be the deciding factor. We'll fly up to New York now. The ship docks tomorrow morning. Coming, Peter. The purcher said Mr. Borne went into this restaurant. What? Oh, sorry, Dave. That red-headed girl. The one who left the ship with the man in the wheelchair? Now, if foreign envoys looked like that girl, we'd have even more international complications. Come on, Romeo. The purcher said Mr. Borne was wearing a white suit. Over there, Dave. Corner table. You look rather young, doesn't he? Judging from what I've heard of Borne. Get the diamond stick pin and it's tight, eh? Uh, Mr. Borne? Ah, you must be Mr. David Hart. Well, I'm sorry we missed you when you came down the gang plank. This is my assistant, Harry Peter, Mr. Borne. I'm very pleased to meet you both. Won't you join me? Thank you. You probably think it odd of me to eat as soon as I land. But you see, I consider myself a gourmet in the food on the boat. I understand. I hope the voyage was good otherwise, though. On the contrary, Mr. Harding, it was tragic. Oh? My secretary, Rudolph, was lost at sea. Lost? He fell overboard. Evidently in attack of business. Poor Rudolph. Strange we hadn't heard of it, Mr. Harding. Well, death on the high seas, ship of foreign registry, I suppose, Mr. Peter, they would not trouble your counter-spies with such a minor, though tragic accident. Oh, is everyone sure it was an accident? It was seen both by myself and another passenger, so there was no question. It was definitely an accident. Was he a close friend, Mr. Borne? Very. I see. Well, my business in seeing you this morning, Mr. Borne, was to welcome you to our country and arrange whatever protection you desire while you're here. Protection? Mr. Harding, I have a great deal to do in your country. A great deal to see. Well, that's right. This is your first time outside your own country, isn't it? Yes. And I'd rather not have your agents tagging after me. I'm sure you understand. Well, that's up to you, of course. If there's anything at all we can do for you, please call on us. Shall we go, Peter? Why the frown, Dave? Fears, did you notice the way Borne was eating? Well, he takes his food seriously. No, no, I mean the way he handled his silverware. He held a fork in his right hand eating, but when he wanted to cut, he changed the fork to his left. Well, don't we both do the same thing? Of course we all do in this country, but in the one Borne he comes from, a country he's never supposed to have left before. They do it in the opposite way, keeping the fork in the left hand all the time. No, but Dave... Well, admit it's a small thing, Peter, but there are others, too. Considering the importance of his mission, we can't take any chances. But what could be wrong? I don't know yet, but I will. Peter, we're going to have to be awfully careful because it is diplomatic standing. But we're going to do a bit of checking on Mr. Borne. All right, Dave. Find proof of foul play in Borne's secretaries. Falling overboard at sea? Not yet, Thorndike is checking that angle now, but I checked in a recent news report from Borne's country, and I found that the secretary before this one also died under peculiar circumstances. Oh? Short time before Borne's sale, he died in a mysterious gas explosion at his home. Well, there's certainly something very fishy about Borne that isn't explained by his sea voyage. Wait, Dave, there's more. I found that only three pictures of Borne have ever been taken. The only copies of them, in the main office of their big news service, are mysteriously missing from their files. Peter, this is another proof that we ought to have a better, quicker means of getting photographs of people we're interested in. If we only had some sort of miniature camera that could be issued as standard equipment for every counter-spire. Well, it certainly simplified our work, Dave. Well, question. A camera small enough to fit in the hand with a simplified foolproof mechanism. As simple as the old-style box cameras that a kid could operate. Why not send instructions through to Washington tonight? Photolab could begin work on it now. I'm going to do it. If we had a camera like that, on this case, well, we haven't. We'll do the best we can. Now, first of all, Peters, keep on with this investigation of the high mortality rate in Borne's secretaries. Right. Also, I want a tail put on Borne. Our best man, Peters, this man's clever, plants a man in his hotel too. I'll see to it, Dave. And I want all our field officers alerted to try to locate somebody, a relative, a friend, who can identify Borne. Dave, the captain of the ship, identified him. At least he's the same man who came aboard. 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And now I've been followed every time I leave my hotel. And you came here? Don't worry. I shook them off. But we must move fast. You mean run away? Give up three million dollars in the year's work. No. I've already ordered at the buns, and just need a little more time. You don't suppose they dope out you're not born a? Myra darling, suppose I prove that I am. Hmm? Is Born a still safe in the next room? Sure. Let's go see. All right. Started to wake up about an hour ago. I had to give him another high fall. All right, but from now on only half a shot. Yeah. Like how peaceful he is. Look, we kept down on the dose. He might wake up and make a lot of noise. And keep him tied and gagged. But I need him consciously enough to sign some papers. Now, where's that gold cigarette case of his? Uh, here in the drawer. I was keeping it. You mean you were going to steal it? Ha! I give you a chance at part of three million dollars, and you waste time on small change. Myra, you're still just a nightclub girl at heart. Hey, now. Hold his arm when I get his fingerprints all over the cigarette case. But good luck. Do your prints will be on it too. Oh, no. I've coated my own fingers with collodion. I can't leave any prints. Then what? I read in the papers that David Harvey is again in New York. I'm going to drop in and see him, and just happen to leave my case. Vornay's will be the only prints they'll find on it. It's pretty slick, Rudolph, even for you. Isn't it? I just hope it's slick enough to fool the compass spies. Two separate orders have been placed by Vornay. Each order is for three million dollars worth of negotiable bonds. Examination of the orders proves one letter to be a clever duplicate of the other. Twice the original amount ordered, huh? And that's the answer to his racket. Three million to be sold by his government and an equal amount for his own profit. The bond companies have agreed to stall him as you requested. Okay, stand by for further orders. All right, Miss Ferguson, you can send Mr. Vornay in now. Come in, Mr. Vornay. Thank you. Alba, I'm not keeping you from your soul. Important work. Not at all. What can I do for you? I stopped him to thank you and your Mr. Peters for your kindness in meeting me when my ship docked the other day. Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Peters isn't in right now. He's out on a job. Shane, I hope to see him. Mind if I smoke, Mr. Honey? I don't know. You'll find some cigarettes there. Come on, Trapper, please. I have this case with my own favorite brands. Oh, do you excuse me? Sure. Howdy, speaking. Get anything? I don't think that'll be too good. I'll see you later. Sorry, Mr. Vornay. It is my fault for taking up your time when you are busy chasing some, you say, international racketeers. Oh, no, I'm glad you came. I have some news for you. We've located an old friend of yours here in the United States. A friend? Otto Strebling in Chicago. Used to work with you in your country. Remember him? Of course, but you should not have gone. Oh, it's no bother at all, Mr. Vornay. Anything to make your visit here a memorable one. I've arranged for Strebling to fly in from Chicago tonight. He landed seven. Could someone please tell me where I can get a cab? Could any? For goodness sake, will no- Mr. Otto Strebling. Yes, I am Otto Strebling. Darling, how good to see you. But, stay along with me. My name is Myra Stevens. I'm a counter-spire. A counter-spire? For goodness sake, I- No time to explain. You value your life to what I say. Darling, just you come along with me. My car is right outside. All right, but why do we have to be so careful? There is no one around? I told you, you and Vornay are both in danger. You are taking me to my old friend, Mr. Vornay, aren't you? Yes, he's being hidden here until we catch the foreign agents who are out. All right, get inside. If you don't have to poke at me, visit. For goodness sake, why do you point that gun at me? Why do people usually point guns, stupid? I'll go on into the next room. But you said you would take me to my friend. That's just what I'm doing. It's right in here. Here you are, Otto old boy, Mr. Vornay. For goodness sake, he's more tied up in his face. We've tried to convince him he should sign some papers. Maybe now when he sees you, he'll behave. You? You are not the Count of Sparks. Say where you are. I may wear a skirt, Bob, but I can shoot pretty good at close range. You lied to me. Not entirely. In a way, I am with the Count of Sparks. At least my boss Rudolph is. Yeah, at this very minute, he's having dinner with David Harding, head of the Count of Sparks, setting up a perfect alibi for himself. Mr. Harding would have invited you to dinner. We'll have our dinner, Mr. Vornay, but first I thought you'd like to see how we make an arrest in this country. Of course, but... A call I received just before we left from my agents, they followed the girl accomplice of a certain criminal to a house here in the suburbs. This house, as a matter of fact, is... Come along, Mr. Vornay. I'm sure you'll be interested. Oh, Mr. Harding? Oh, no, Mr. Vornay, after you. Mr. Harding, I... I'm kind of afraid I'll pick up out of here like you said. It's not your fault. That is not your fault. Oh, that's Harry Peters, one of Harding's men. Count of Sparks! No, you don't! All right, Peter, if you can untie Mr. Vornay now, and it's for you, Mr. Rudolph, you're under arrest. On what charge, Mr. Harding? The kidnapping of Mr. Vornay, forging official documents, and... But Mr. Harding, I'm not responsible for what this woman did. Why, you double-crossing jerk! You're not passing the buck to me on this. Listen, Harding, this guy's already killed two men, and before I'm done talking to him... All right, you'll get your chance to talk. We already have all the proof we need. You see, Rudolph, your clever trick with a cigarette case didn't work. We'd already gotten your fingerprints from your apartment. You simply gave away the fact that the real envoy was here too. Ha! And you thought you were so slick, mastermind! He was, but not clever enough. He fell for the story that an old friend of Vornay's was coming, and led my man here just as we expected. All right, Mr. Harding, let's get it over with. Let's go. Certainly, Rudolph. Oh, I did promise you a dinner, didn't I? Well, you'll get it. It'll be interesting to get the opinion of a gourmet like yourself, Rudolph. On the food served in our federal prisons. When your friends drop in, be generous, but be thrifty too. Serve plenty of delicious Pepsi Cola. Pepsi's big 12-ounce bottle gives you not just one sparkling glass full, but two. Get a carton of six and serve 12 delicious drinks. Yes, Pepsi is America's biggest cola value. You get twice the tangy taste, twice the refreshment, twice the Pepsi. 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