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Suddenly, he stopped, mounted the stairs of a shabby-looking house, and pushed the bell marked Dr. Gregor. Is Dr. Gregor in? Have you an appointment with him? No, I have suddenly become ill. I have eaten too much candy. What kind of candy was it? Turkish candy. What is it called? Halba. Just a moment. Dr. Gregor, there's a man here. It says he's ill from eating too much candy. I think he'll want to see him. Send him in, Sonia. Go right in, please. Thank you. Dr. Gregor? Yes? I have eaten too much of my native candy. What kind of candy did you eat? Turkish candy. Halba. You are bull off, eh? Yes. When did you arrive? Last night in the United States, an hour ago in Washington. Sit down. You have your instructions? All but the time and the place. So Murak will arrive at the same airfield on which you landed. At three this afternoon. I shall be there. You must not fail. In my business, one cannot fail. I have practiced it all over the world. Good. That is all bull off. Goodbye, doctor. Long live the... Shut up. And get out. Yes, of course. Come in here, Jensen. Did you get his picture, Jensen? Yes, several. All right. Develop them at once. And then study them carefully. Yes, sir. Wait. It is a uniform of the Washington police force. Yes, doctor. You will put it on and go to the airport. Yes, doctor. Pose as one of the policemen guarding the crowd. But make certain to be near the man whose picture you have just taken. Yes, doctor. After he has done his work, shoot him. Remember, he too cannot leave that airfield alive. Porter, Ben Pervin broadcasting from the airfield in Washington, D.C. We're awaiting the arrival of Igor Murak, the diplomat who escaped from behind the Iron Curtain and fled to the American sector in Berlin just three days ago. He's been rushed to the United States, as you know, by a special plane. I see an official automobile of the State Department has just driven up and now some important officials are going out onto the field. And here's the plane, ladies and gentlemen, coming in for a landing now. In just a moment, we'll see the man who dared to renounce his country and flee to the protection of the West. Now, slowing down, we have a little lot of government officials out there. Crowds being held back by police. And now the plane has finally ground to a stop. Reporters and photographers are starting to race out onto the field. Attendants are rolling portable stairs up to the plane. The door is opening and Mr. Murak is stepping out, waving his hat to the crowd. Photographers' bulbs are popping. Movie cameras. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Murak. Drop what you're doing and check local police precinct 17. Police badge number 7683W. Then meet me outside the State Department building with my car. That is all. Sit down, Mr. Harding. Thank you, Mr. Secretary. You know, of course, Murak is dead. Yes, I got the report just before I came over. It's a heavy blow. He had invaluable information for us. Acting on it, we might have been able to safeguard the peace of the world for years. Well, they were determined that he'd not get to us. There were seven counterspires at the airfield besides the regular local police detachment. Determined and desperate. We've got to catch them and catch them fast. We'll do our best, of course. Harding, we must prove to the world that people can come over to the camp of free men and come over safely. Well, I'll take charge of this case personally, Mr. Secretary. Good. We'll let you know the moment anything breaks. Somewhere behind that iron curtain, Mr. Harding, other men are waiting to exchange information for freedom. But now they'll wait to see whether we can protect them. We've got to convince them we can. Over here, Dave. All right, Peter. Did you check the police precinct? Yes. Dave, there is no such police badge as 7683W in Washington. I talked with the captain who assigned their detail on men to the airfield, and he's positive that the man must have joined the squad after they got to the field. What about the men? Well, I talked with every one of them. Now, none of them ever remember seeing him before. He was a phony cop, Dave. I thought so. Where to now? General Hospital. The assassin who shot Murock's there. All right. Get in the car, Dave. Have you given orders to round up all the known foreign agents? No. We know where to find them when we want them. They're too smart to have anyone who's been operating in this country for any length of time do this job. They wouldn't take that chance. Figure the fellow who killed Murock is from outside the country. That's my hunch. What about the phony cop? We'll get to him later. Murock's assassin badly wounded, Dave. Unconscious when they took him off the field. Better go a little faster, then. That's a good idea. Use that siren. Everything quiet? Yes, sir, except for the reporters. They're going over to your office to get a story from you, Mr. Harding. Good. That'll keep him busy for a while. How is he, Stephen? I don't know, Peters. The doctor's in the room with the assassin now. Come on, Peters. We'll go inside. All right. I remember, Stephen. Nobody gets inside, but the hospital staff. Yes, sir. I'm David Harding, Dr. Harris. This is my assistant, Mr. Peters. Oh, glad to know you, gentlemen. Can we speak to him, Doctor? Well, I'm afraid not, Mr. Harding. Is he still unconscious? No, but one of the bullets tore away his larynx. He'll never talk again. Do you think he'll leave? Well, it's a little early to say. He's rallied pretty well into the plasma and the transfusions we've given him. He's a very important prisoner, Doctor. At the moment, the most important we have. Yes, I understand, Mr. Harding. We'll do our best. One of our men will be in constant attendance, Doctor. I'm afraid I'll have to ask him to stay out in the anti-room, Mr. Harding. That's all right, Doctor. Thank you. Come on, Peters. Good day, Doctor. Good day, gentlemen. You stay here in the hospital. I want you to handle things from this end. I'm going back to the office. If anything breaks, I'll get in touch with you. Right, sir. Come on, Stevens. Let's get back to the office. I've got work to do. Inside. We were listening to the radio. And he knows, huh? Yes. Well, it couldn't be helped. You'd better go into it. Yeah, yeah. I'll leave this package here. Doctor, I want to... You're a fumbling fool. He's still alive. It couldn't be helped. That is my excuse. I've shot him three times. The man must be made of iron. Then you should have shot him four or five, six times if necessary. I tried, but a countess by grabbed me. Had a hard time getting away in the excitement. He's got to be put away. That man cannot be allowed to live. Maybe he's dead by now. The radio just announced that he is alive, but cannot talk. It gives us a little time yet. They might be lying. These capitalist simpletons are too naive to lie. They worship gossip under the guise of freedom of the press. Oh, what do you propose we do, doctor? Shut up! I'm trying to think. Did you get rid of that police uniform? It's outside. You fool. Put it in the furnace. Yes, sir. Wait. I'm not finished with you. But you're recognized by that counter spy? No, I'm sure of that. Good. Now listen to me. They have taken him to General Hospital. You will have to go there and finish the job. They won't let me in to see him, will they? Of course not, you idiot. There will undoubtedly be a guard there. I don't see how I... You will have to pose as a hospital orderly and gain admittance to his room that way. After you have dispatched him, come back here. All right, doctor. Here. Take this knife and do your work quietly. But this time, Jensen, do not bungle it. Or else you will be sent back to answer to the Central Committee itself. Just a moment. Where are you going? I must tend the patients in this room. Are you a doctor? An orderly. And you? I'm his garden. Oh. What are you going to do for him? Well, he's got to have another transfusion. I thought only doctors gave transfusions. Well, practically a doctor. You know how to give a transfusion? During the war, I gave thousands of them. I was with a medical corps. I see. Well, if the doctors think it's okay, I suppose it's all right. Thank you. You'll see that I'm not disturbed, won't you? Patient as ill as he is must have absolute quiet when he gets a transfusion. Sure. I'll see that no one gets in. That's what I'm here for. Well, thank you. Yeah, the plasma is going into him now. Well, where are you going? For more plasma. I'll return in just a moment. Meanwhile, make certain that no one enters that room. If he did, it'd be fatal. Peters to Harding. Peters to Harding. Harding to Peters. What is it, Peters? It went just as we planned it, Dave. Good. Where are you? In my car, C Street, Northwest. I trailed suspect one here. He's gone into a Dr. Greger's office at number 23 and a half. Good work, Peters. I'm going into the doctor's office myself, Dave. I'll give us ten minutes before you do. We'll cover you. Anything else? Yes. There's an automobile parked across the street with a doctor's emblem on it. I figure it's Dr. Greger's car. It's been there for hours. I checked for dust and tire marks. And, Dave... Yes? Before I go in, I'm going to put this walkie-talkie under the rear end of that car. I'll set it on continuous wave oscillation, so if anyone leaves in the car and we want to follow, the boys can pick it up with a direction finder. Good. Now, Peters, are you going to pose as a patient? Yes. Then park your gun. The doctor may examine you. You don't want to arouse suspicion. All right, Dave. Tell me if you've got a cover on the hospital. Yes. 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Dr. Greger, this gentleman wants to see you. I told him you saw patients only by appointment. What is wrong, Miss Reign? Well, doctor, I was walking along the street and suddenly I got very dizzy. I thought I was going to faint, so I... Perhaps you had better come in and let me have a look at you. Thank you. See that we are not disturbed, Sonya. Yes, doctor. No. Suppose you tell me about this dizziness. Well, as I said, it just came on me all of a sudden. I was just walking along and suddenly I got very dizzy. Have you ever experienced this condition before? No. Would you remove your coat, please? All right. You can hang it on the back of that chair there. Thank you. You know, a dizziness such as you have just experienced could have been caused by a constriction of the blood vessels because of some weight. Say, for instance, a shoulder holster and gun, which I notice you are not wearing as usual. Mr. Peter. You know me, hmm? Do you take us for fools? Do not move, my friend. It would prove fatal for you and embarrassing for me. Jensen. Your bungler. Do you see now whom you have brought to our nest? The hospital guard. Hospital guard? Nothing. He's Peter's of the counterspice. I didn't know he was following me, Dr. Greger. You never know anything. We've got to get out of here, inform Sonya and then bring the car around to the alley. Wait. Give me your gun. Oh, yeah. All right. Not quick. Running won't do any good, Greger. We're bound to get you. Yeah. That is a matter of speculation, Peter. Right now I have you, though I would rather have your superior harding. I guess you would. Someday I shall, my friend. Jensen has the car at the side door, Dr. Greger. All right. Good. Get my doctor's case, Sonya. Make sure it has a hypodermic in it. Here it is. Good. Oh, look in that cabinet. You will see a vial there. The one-mark essay? Yes. Put it in the case. Anything else? No, that's all. Are you ready to leave with us? Yes. All right. Put on your coat, Peter. Where are we going? For a drive. All set, Dr. Greger. No, not just yet, Jensen. Open the top drawer of that steel file. Yes. There are some long cylinders there. I got them. All right. Put one in the outer office and screw the cap when you do. I will do the same with one here. Then let us get out. We have much time. When suddenly flames shot out of a window. I ran for the fire box at the block and a half away. But I came back here after notifying you. Peter was in that building. Peter. Where's the fire chief? Right over there. Come on. Please let me through here. Chief. Yes? Yes. I'm David Harding, counter-spired. One of my men was in that building. Oh, Mr. Harding. Well, he wasn't when we went in. My men went through it from top to bottom. Oh. Well, did you see anything of a car in front of the place when your men came up? They moved that car to the alley, Mr. Harding. I watched them. The man who moved it went back into the house. Then they must have been getting ready for a getaway. They set the fire and left while you turned in the alarm. Yes, it was set, all right. From my war experience, I would say that fire was set with magnesium. Well, chief, we'd like to go through the building when you got the fire out. Well, if there's anything left, Mr. Harding. Thanks. I'll leave some men with you. Come on, Stephen. Where to, Mr. Harding? Back to my car. I want to call for some men. And then get on that direction, finder. Don't stop ahead, Jensen. Turn into that private road. Yes, sir. All right, Peter. Get out. Tonya, bring my case, please. Yes, sir. Take my case. Jensen, put the car in the barn. And then join us inside. All right, doctor. All right. Come along, Peter. Inside, fast. Take that chair, Peter. It's a straight-backed one. Did you say? Jensen, you have come just in time. Tie him to that chair. Yes, sir. If you struggle, Peter, I will shoot you. You're not a wise man, my friend. Tonya, prepare that hypodermic with the fluids from that vial you took out of the chair. What is it, Dr. Greger? Sodium amital, the so-called truth serum. When he gets a shot of it, he won't be able to help himself. He will talk. Don't hide, Dr. Greger. Go. Here's the hypodermic, doctor. All loaded. Thank you. Hold my gun, Tonya. Now, Peter, this won't hurt a bit. You see? That is all, Peter. Now we count. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Your eyes are beginning to droop. Good. Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen. That's it, Peter. Relax. Take it easy. That's it. Now, Peter, how did you know Jensen? Watched. Where? Hospital. Where did you watch in the hospital? Outside the door. The wounded man. What did you see Jensen do? Go inside. Did you see what he did when he went inside? Yes. When? No. You saw him kill Bulloff? No. What? No. Didn't you see him stab Bulloff? He didn't stab Bulloff. He's lying, Dr. Greger. I stabbed him six times in a row. Shut up, Jensen. Who did he stab, Peter? No one. Doctor, I tied it up, you fool. What did he do, Peter? Stabbed. Dummy. Dummy? Jensen, you will pay for this, and you shut up. Peter, where was Bulloff? Moved. Moved to other room. And you put the dummy in his room? Yes. Why? Who knew? You knew we were coming after Bulloff? Yes. How? He passed reports of Bulloff's improvement. You tricked us into believing he was better, huh? Yes. How did you know we would come to kill him? Harding. I could do with it. Too dangerous to live. These dogs are smarter than I thought. Peter, where is Harding? Peter, answer me. Where is Harding? On way here. Here? How would you know where to find us? Follow frequency signal. Where is the signal? On your car. Jensen, Sonia, we will have to leave here immediately and get out of the country too. They know us. We can be of no further use to the call. But, Doctor, the only one who knows us who's seen us is Peter. Yes, you are right. Give me the gun, Sonia. Thank you. You killed Jensen. The fool. He bungled the thing from the beginning. But Peter... I will kill him a different way. Give me the hypodermic. So that's how do your mammoth dolls kill him too? No, I have something better. Stand where you are. Put up your hands. You will never take me. You'll never make me talk. We won't have to. We heard the whole thing. And Gregor is only wounded. He'll talk. A man like him always does. Chief, we better get Peter's untied. Just a moment, Stephen. He's still under the influence of the drug. This is an opportunity I'll never have again. Peter, where were you on the night of June 13th? And no, you better not answer that, Peter. On time, Stephen. Let's go. Well, that takes care of an international intrigue. Now, let's take care of the refreshments. Bring on those big, big Pepsi's and have delicious Pepsi Cola all around. Mmm, tastes good. You just can't match Pepsi's fresh tangy flavor. And there's plenty for two of you in Pepsi's big 12-ounce bottle. 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