 For leadership, called X. Produced and directed by Jack Johnstone. He is the man who crosses the ocean as readily as you and I cross town. He is the man who travels today as you and I will travel tomorrow. He is the man who fights today's war in his unique fashion so that tomorrow's peace will make the world a neighborhood for all of us. He is the man called X. Mr. X takes us to India, land of jeweled Maharajas and beautiful princesses. But as the story opens, Mr. X is not yet within earshot of softly tinkling temple bells. For the moment, he's traveling down New York's great white way. And the lady sharing the cab with him is not an Indian princess but Miss Nancy Bessington, anxious to arrive on time for the opening of a new musical comedy. Driver, I want to go up to the Gotham Tower, corner 45th Street. Okay. Well, Tim, that's miles away from the theater. What are you up to? Donny, I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone to get rid of this barney old field and to deliver a letter. Letter? Are you by any chance working for the post office department? No, dear, but there's a department in Washington that'll be plenary interested in it. Washington? And you whispered that in my ear ten minutes before Curtin Town. Oh, I was going to tell you. But this fellow's driving, all I could think of was the police department. On the 24th floor, Countile's celebrated your right down the hall. Just push the button, it's automatic. Come on, Nancy. Okay. Now this whole affair won't take a three-minute suite. All I have to do is to deliver the letter to a certain Amar Pahalani. Who? Well, he's the representative of an East Indian Maharaja who's been here negotiating some deal or other. Well, what then the letter can? I think it's a contract. Oh. The boys didn't choose to tell me and I didn't choose to ask because I didn't want to be dragged into the matter. Here, let me push the button for the elevator. You better push it again. It's not... Oh, here it comes. Stand aside, dear. The door's sliding open. There's someone in here. Someone was in there. This man's dead. Well, look. Look at his turban, all covered with blood. Don't touch him. Wait. His eyes are flickering open. He's trying to speak. Mr. Pahalani? Pahalani? Are you Amar Pahalani? He's trying to... He nodded. Mr. Pahalani. I'm Kenneth Thurston. I'm Mr. X. I bought you a letter. A contract that must be delivered. His lips are moving. He's trying to say something. Yes, just let me. Let me bend closer. Sorry. Can you whisper, Mr. Pahalani? Who is to get the letter? Here. Maharaja. Is that what you're saying? Maharaja. Yeah, in the bubble. Someone's pushed the button upstairs. Let's get out of here quick. And stand away from the door. It's closing. Now to get downstairs fast. And then I want a taxi that can fly. Ken, how in the world can you think of going to the theater now? Theater? Honey, I'm going to India. Oh! Thurston. About to land, sir. Ah, wonderful city, isn't it, Stuart? Those golden roofs shining in the sun. All those graceful domes and spires. Gosh. Look out the other window, sir. See? That's the Maharaja's palace. That's like a walled city in itself. Yes, sir. Look at that huge tower. I wonder what the palace looks like on the inside. Inside? Well, often wonder too, sir. Well, I'll tell you all about it on my way back. You might find that rather difficult, sir. No foreigner has ever left that palace alive. Egon Zulsner, are you chasing me again? I'm digging a mystery. Oh, Egon. Egon, either one. It's like being chased by the devil. It's fantastic that we should meet here in India. Not as fantastic as your costume. Remember your physique, parading around in a loincloth? Mr. Axe, I'm a yogi. Or a yogi, is it? A yogi of great powers. I know the language of animals. I can foretell the future. I can transport you magically to any distant part. Then you're just the man I want. Transport me to the Maharaja's palace. Oh. Well, Mr. Axe, there are limits into my power. Do you think your powers will increase if I gave you 50 rupees? Oh, yes. I already feel much stronger. For 100 rupees, I'll take you to the Maharaja's prime minister. He will be very happy to arrange an interview with the Maharaja. How do you know he'll be happy to arrange it? Didn't I see I can see the future? And I can still see your purse. It'll take your hand out of my pocket. I'm sorry. You're not going to steal that letter, say, Egon? First, please have a seat. Thank you. I will permit me to finish. I'm delighted to see you in my capacity as a private individual. But as the Maharaja's prime minister, I am in pain to inform you which will not be granted permission to stay. Suppose I tell you that I was sent by Amar Pahalani. And may I inquire who Amar Pahalani is? Was. He died in New York. Murdered while on a mission for the Maharaja. As you well know. But I do not know. At no time did his Highness the Maharaja send any emissary to the United States. Well, surely Washington wouldn't have received him as an accredited representative. I am as mystified as you are, Mr. Thurston. But look at this envelope. It contains certain papers which must be delivered to his Highness. I know of no papers, Mr. Thurston. Is it possible that you are the victim of a practical joke? Amar Pahalani must have had quite a sense of humor to let himself be murdered for a laugh. I agree with you. Oh, it's baffling. Write me the solution when you get home. Because you are taking the evening plane back to America. Mr. Prime Minister, I still request that you get me into the palace. You are asking the impossible. I won't attempt miracles. No, that would probably call for a yogi with magic powers. Mr. X, don't ask him. He's a charlatan. About time you showed up. Say, go on. I almost couldn't come, Mr. X. You see, this is my awful ride on a board, studded with nails. I'm kind of on pins and needles myself. Now, did you arrange to get me into the palace? Wait. Let us stop in front of the snake charmer. Not too close to the snake page. Pretend to be watching him while I whisper to him. Now listen carefully, Mr. X. Tonight I will take you to the palace. They gone? How? When? I'm not even asking how much. I see small, only a thousand rupees. Meet me at midnight by the bebbling brook under the palace walls. Midnight, bebbling brook. You shall get your thousand rupees. Thanks, they gone. And I don't need to add, may you grow rich. Do those temple bells always go off at midnight? Yes, they ring for the source of those who enter this palace grounds and have never seen again. Charming custom. Yes. Well, lead the way. Here, Mr. X. Up these steps. There are guards about and a few tigers on the loose. Fine thing. These stairs seem endless. Yes, we are going up into the tower. Here is the balcony from which they throw down the bodies. The bodies of unexpected visitors, I suppose. Yes. Now climb through after me. This is the window of the thousand jewels. They gone. Is it cricket to sneak into the Maharaja's room like this? Are you in? Jump down. This is not the Maharaja's room, Mr. X. Then where am I, Zego? Look, I insist on seeing the Maharaja. Won't I do? Huh? Instead? Who are you? So fragile in your shimmering veils. I am the princess, Radhanita, the Maharaja's niece. And you are a guest in my chamber. It's an exclusive chamber. Too bad that I can't stay and admire the sight. Mr. X, maybe I did wrong to bring you into the Zenana, the women's quarters. Man to man, Zego. I don't object at all. Thank you. The princess will undoubtedly lead me to the Maharaja. No, you must not see him. That is why I sent for you. My uncle is a cruel, evil man. He'll believe us. Sit outside on my doorstep. I obey, O princess. Goodbye, Mr. X. Good night, and may you grow happy and quiet. Sit by me, Mr. X. Are these cushions? Silken cushions. Fragrant but jasmine. Huh? I'm signaling my musicians. They will play so that our conversation may not be overhead. You will find betel nuts and sweetenings on that golden trail. A peach for the wine? A jug of wine and vile. No, no, I better keep my head clear for the interview with the Maharaja. Why do you keep insisting on that? Must I warn you again and again of the danger? I love you for that, but why are you so concerned about a stranger like me? Because you are not a stranger. Press my hand like that again and I'll begin to agree with you. You're not a stranger. Because we knew someone had come. Amar Pahalani. Well, I'm glad to hear someone came Pahalani for a friend. The prime minister denied that the man ever existed. The prime minister was not aware that Amar went to the United States. The prime minister doesn't keep up with things. Very sloppy of him, not to keep track of the Maharaja's emissaries. But he was not the Maharaja's emissaries. I sent him to your country, Mr. X. You? To raise money. Much money. Don't tell me you're broke, Princess. My, you're your lovely arms, aren't you? They glisten with emeralds and rubies. It takes limitless money to overthrow the Maharaja. Am I to understand that you and the late Mr. Pahalani had serious thoughts of deposing the Maharaja? Yes. And to kill him. Just as he killed my father. With his own hands to gain the throne. Oh, when those stories about the Maharaja's cruelty aren't just publicity. Then may the truth be told that my father didn't die of malaria? Malaria is quite a nuisance around here, isn't it? Wonder if I'm allergic. I would a thousand times rather have you die of malaria than be strangled by the Maharaja. You are concerned, Princess. And you obviously don't want me to deliver the letter to his highness. In spite of Pahalani's dying request. Perhaps you misunderstood him. Perhaps he said Rana Nika, not Maharaja. Perhaps. His English was far from perfect. Whereas your lips speak a universal language. Forgive me the letter. You will not find me ungrateful? Ah, paradise, you know. Oh, no, don't kiss me again. Press the letter. Rana Nika, why change the subject? Because I must get that letter before the Maharaja arrives. Let him arrive. I welcome his arrival. Your kisses have made me as bold as a lion. Keep your voice down. Are you deliberately trying to get him to come in here? Yes, deliberately and cold-buttily. Please. Do you think I'll just hand you that letter and leave like a cab? Letting you face danger alone? Sounds for a while. Yes, I'm in a fever of indignation. Fever. Fever. Oh, Rana Nika, feel my head. I'm kicking up a temperature. Give me the letter. I'm ill. Give me the letter and go. Go. In my condition, my knees are giving way. Let me just lie here on the couch. No. No, you mustn't lie down. Mr. X, set up. Malaria. Tell him to be malaria. No, no. Oh, am I? My teeth are chattering. Please, please, no. Oh. Oh. Yogi. Yogi, come in here. Yogi's happy that you're this poor little princess. Mr. X is either play hacking or he's ill with malaria. I can cure sickness of the soul, but for the body, I would need quinine. You mustn't mention quinine. Only the court physician has that and he would betray us. I'm chilled. Cover me. Just cover him. I hear you, Mr. X. I'm putting rocks on you. Malaria. No. Yogi, we've got to get him out of here. But first you must help me search for that letter. They're gone. Is that you? Yes. Put blankets on me. Fine. More. More. Cover me with your jacket. But, Mr. X, if I give you my jacket, then I will freeze in this loincloth. Don't put your jacket on him, Yogi. Anything to keep him quiet while we search him. Well, here is my coat, Mr. X. Feel warmer now. Put on the light, Yogi. No one must know that I'm still awake. But, princess, I always find it difficult to pick pockets in the dark. The gong. Oh. Yogi, that's a signal. The mahogajas have left his chambers. Seven help us to be under this tower. I'll glow out the light in a minute if I can ever catch my breath. I must wait here in the dark, Yogi. With a mirror. I hear her. Oh, I can forward to the future, and it's not very promising. I'm sorry he ever came here. I'm afraid. Oh, my beloved. Fill the cup that clears today of past regrets and future fears. Poetry. He is delirious. Searching. This can mean death. Dust unto dust, and unto dust to lie. So why song, song, song singer and song vendor? Continue with the second act of tonight's exploit to the man called X starring Mr. Herbert Marshall. The first a word from the men and women of Lockheed. Ladies and gentlemen, the Lockheed constellation is the largest, fastest, highest-flying land transport in use today. Certainly this is an interesting statement. Yet again tonight we have Lockheed wish to point out what these points of superiority, largest, fastest, highest-flying mean to you the airline passenger. Now the ability to carry heavy loads for great distances at high speed is a direct result of power and design. And these factors, power and design built into the Lockheed constellation provide such things as safety and comfort and economy. The constellation can fly high over the highest mountain ranges and high above storms and disturbing air currents. It can land and take off from any standard airport. And this is important. It can maintain altitude and even climb on any two of its four powerful engines. Furthermore on flights of the shortest 100 miles the Lockheed constellation has been found to operate more efficiently than the ordinary two-engine transport you fly in today. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, safety-wise and comfort-wise and economy-wise the Lockheed constellation is setting brand new standards in air transportation. Today it serves the army air forces. Tomorrow it will serve you bringing the airport in your town closer and ever closer to other cities and towns in America and to lands beyond the horizon. So again we say remember the name, the Lockheed constellation another example of Lockheed leadership. We return to tonight's exploit to the man called ex-starring Herbert Marshall to find him in the scented boudoir of an Indian princess. He had come to this mysterious principality of India to deliver a letter to the ruling Maharaja. But now Mr. X is suffering from an attack of malaria and the princess is trying to steal the letter from his pocket while Gongs announced the approach of the Maharaja. Yogi, the gongs sound in the tower now. The Maharaja is coming up the stairs. I've looked through all the pockets of Mr. X. I can't find the letter. Wait, I will do outside the curtains. Let the moon shine in. The unrising moon looks for us again. How after would she wax and wave? No letter. I am ready to give up and magically transport myself a safe distance from here. Wait, Yogi, before you leave. I must give you a note to take to the prime minister. I will write it here in the moonlight. Wait. While Mr. X's pockets are so convenient I might as well collect my small few of a thousand rupees. Take the cash and let the credit go nor heed the rumble of the distant drum. Here is the note. The prime minister will know what to do when he gets it. Before I go, I must get back the jackets that I put on Mr. X. They're flowing close. Looks too informal. Here. Now. You got your jacket on? Yes. Then go. Behind that tapestry you will find a secret door. What? A dark passage. What is this strange smell? It's not so clear. He will get used to the smell. Goodbye, Yogi. Goodbye. Goodbye. And I'm alone with this babbling idiot. What am I to do with him? Make the most of the time we may yet spend before we too into the dust of sand. I'm opening it. That voice is in here. Chamberlain, bring your light. Here is the lamp, Your Highness. Hold it higher. Aha. A man. And it's true, Uncle. I struggled. I fought him. Yes. Fought him with sweet meats and betel nuts. Fought me with soft blandishments. To keep him from disturbing Your Highness's slumber. Nonsense. She knows very well that I have insomnia. Rise, sir. Who are you? I'm the man called X. An amateur leather carrier. Don't listen to him. He has no leather. Of course he hasn't thought, Annika. I was not born yesterday. Highness, does the name Amar Pahalani mean anything to you? Yes. Yes, it means a million rupees. It means a missing contract for the sale of 10,000 pounds of Chincona bark. Then the deal involves Chincona bark. Precious Chincona for which quinine is made. Yes. Tell me. Have you really got Amar's letter? He hasn't. He hasn't. In good time, Radhanika. Mr. X, do not try my patience. I'm forced to, Your Highness. The letter, or into interference with the mail, is not on me. Lost? Not if we hurry. Where to? To the always hospitable home of His Excellency the Prime Minister. That's where the letter is. It's a lie. Don't go with him. I seldom lie, Princess. Though occasionally I exaggerate things like malaria symptoms. Why don't you, um, slip something over your, uh, your shimmering veils and come along with us? Do so, Radhanika. Then if the fellow is a liar, Uncle will let you shoot him with Uncle's own gun. No, no, no. I can't. It's time to escape through the window. Window of a thousand jewels. I caught her. Let me go. I'm carrying you to Yon Jasmine Scented Cushion. Hurry, Mr. X, the Prime Minister retires early. I hope you'll retire permanently. Coming, Your Highness. Just let me cover Radhanika with a rug when I tore a chunk out of her shimmering veil. There. Servant, where is your worthy master, that scoundrel? Why? His Excellency is out. Out? Now what excuse will you find, Mr. X? The letter is coming by carrier pigeon. And that means you, Zegong, get out from under that table. Mr. X, this is my hour for making myself invisible. Stand up like a man and pick your pocket. My own pocket is highly unprofessional. Then I'll have to do it for you, Zegong. Oh, no, please. I'll have to look in your other pocket. Don't act so kittenish. Ah, here it is. Your Highness, I have the honour of handing you the letter. Ah, my Pahalani's letter. Sealed with his own ring. Now, let me open it. I had a fortune in my pocket and I didn't know it. What kind of a yogi am I? As one miracle man to another, Zegong, I switched the letter from my pocket to yours when you covered me with your jacket. Yes, yes, the contract is in order. Look, sealed, signed. And delivered, finally. And so will the Chincona bar be delivered to my country. With most fine iron in the hands of the Jepps, this will be vital to our men in the Pacific. What? Mr. Rex, an explosion. Yes, look out the window, please. The Chincona warehouses. Blown out. Let's hurry there. That's the one that's about visiting Prime and the Prime Minister. Everything is getting clearer and clearer. Clearly, there'll be those clouds of smoke. Zegong, where there's smoke, there's fire. Highness, Highness of Calamity. The warehouse is in ashes. The Prime Minister is directing the race to you, Highness. First of all, fellow. Burn the candle at both ends. You'll do nine. Send the Prime Minister here. He's already coming. A diplomat on a fire helmet. Highness, Mr. X, my friends, you must dry your tears. This tragedy was written in the Book of Fate. Are you sure it wasn't written in the note which the Prince has sent you? It was, Mr. X. I've pegged at the North a little. Maharaja Sahib, do not listen to the yogi. He's probably in a trance. What mortal man can tell why and how Chincona barks bird? My nose can tell. And it's not Chincona that's burning. This smoke doesn't smell of quinine. Your Highness, you trust the nose of this foreigners? No, Mr. Prime Minister. These warehouses were empty. Systematically looted by you and the Princess. And the barks stored elsewhere for eventual sale to Japan. Your Highness, I can explain it. Explain the murder of Amapahalani by your spies. Explain in your next existence. I shoot you like a dog. May you grow dead. Maybe I killed him too impulsively. Now I shall never discover where the Chincona is stored. Visit the lovely Radhanika. Ask her doors fired up twice this tapestry. Open a hidden door to a secret passage. But don't suffocate, Your Highness. I nearly choke to death. Yogi breath control not with ten. Yes, the Chincona barks smell to high heavens, they gar. But not worse than Radhanika's silken cushions. Confidentially, I hate the smell of jasmine. The cushions will be buried in the same grave with Radhanika. Poor Radhanika. I hope your Highness will give her a state burial. It's most unlikely that I shall meet her in another existence. Yon rising moon that looks for us again. How after after will she wax and wane? How after after rising look for us through that same garden and for one in vain? Now, Mr. Herbert Marshall returns to tell you about next week's exploit of the man called X. Here is an announcement from Lockheed. Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow, Sunday, October 1st, marks another important milestone in the history of air transportation. Tomorrow, a Lockheed load star flying the colors of national airlines takes off from the Jacksonville, Florida airport and flies the first national airline schedule to New York City. Other Lockheed load stars will follow on regular schedules to establish the fastest airline service up and down the Atlantic seaboard. Lockheed, congratulate national airlines on the inauguration of this new service. A progressive step that is typical of many other United States airlines. Most of them started small and with the support of air-minded Americans extended and expanded until today our nation is a vast network of integrated air systems. Yes, the nation's airlines have established a progress record unmatched by any other American industry. And this is only the beginning. Tomorrow, after victory, new planes and new routes will make the entire world part of the airline network, a system that you and every American can enjoy. Now a word from our star, Herbert Marshall. Next week you'll find me high among the peaks of the eternal Alps in Switzerland where a simple toy music box leads to adventure, romance, and even danger. Ford is a beautiful blonde involved who also proves to be a beautiful shot with a high-powered rifle. So join us, won't you, when next I return? As the man called it. Lockheed Aircraft. Tonight's exploit was written by Francis Farago. Original music was composed and conducted by Felix Mills. The entire production was under the direction of Jack Johnstone. Mr. Marshall's appearance is through courtesy of Metro Golden Mayor, producers of the Technicolor Picture Kids' Met. The men and women of Lockheed invite you to join Mr. X again next Saturday. Same time, same station. Come back entire speaking. This is the Blue Network.