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If you don't mind, I'll give it to you right now. Chief, we're still trying, but the wires are a lot... I don't care how busy they are. There must be some word by now about Thurston's killers. Get out of them again. Tell them I want action fast. Yes, sir, I'll try immediately. Now what do you want, Pagan? I wanted to tell you something very important about the late department, Mr. Thurston. Something I'm sure you never realized, Mr. Chief. I happen to be his only heir. Is what? So many times he told me, Pagan, when I go, I wish to leave everything to you. No! Unfortunately, I don't know where all his money is, but if you would help me to locate it for a reason of a commission... Pagan, you dirty, chiseling, black object... Yes, I know, I know, but if you would help me collect it as a state, I could give you a percentage. A small one, of course, but... Get out of my office! Get out before I... Yes? There's a call from Cairo, sir. It just came through. I'll take it. Hello? Hello? Yes, Chief. And what if I do? What business is it of... Ken? Ken Thurston? Hi, Chief. But, what? It can't be you. The reports of your death. Ken, what happened there in Cairo? A local lab was working with me. He was in my room alone when a female visitor came calling on me. Her charms blew fatal. Yes, but why... But why send out the story that you were killed? Chief, if the boys were after, I think I'm dead. Maybe they'll relax a little. Oh. Oh, then the looting of that steamer carrying an American relief shipment isn't just an isolated game. Not a chance. The pirates who bought it on the Red Sea were too well-organized. Oh, what a filthy racket. The American people pay for shipments of food and clothing for those poor starving unfortunate... I know. And they pay Captain Kidd to make a fortune on the black market. Any lead yet on who's behind it? Chief, send me the Harbourman file by the first paying. The Harbourman file? Good Lord Ken. What makes you think he's mixed up in this? Because I was killed with three silver bullets. Silver bullets? Do I get that file? Yes, yes, right away. Where'll my man get in touch with you? At the Kismet. A crummy little cafe near the Nile. A good place for you to hide out? No, terrible. But they sell the finest martinis I've ever traced here. What's up? Martini with the onion. Good. Now I'll bring another for the young lady. Uh, I see no young lady at your table. You will in a second. Very well, Effendi. I heard you ordered that drink for me. Too bad I wanted to surprise you. How did you know I would join you? I saw you come in and check the unattached males and I thought, well... I had a friend once who liked onions and his martini. He had excellent taste in drink. Nothing wrong with his taste in women. Your martini, Effendi. Good. Here. Well, thank you, Effendi. Shall we drink? To our meeting. To your friend who brought it about. Ah-ha. To my friend. What was your friend's name? I thought it was. Ken Thurston. Unfortunately, he died before I learned his real name. Too bad. How did that happen? I killed him. They hear martini. It is too strong, perhaps. So this meeting is no accident? You knew it was not. Are you going to shoot me again? That depends. I'm very fond of money. I'm very fond of living. We could both be happy. If you were to remain alive, you could pay me money for information. Would it be worth it? Would it not be worth almost any amount if it concerned... Here, sir. You're a very interesting person. I could be even more. Oh! What's the matter? Oh, sir. I thought I saw... I should have to leave now. Can you leave me later tonight? Where? At the Silver Scourge. Meet me there in an hour. Have the martini waiting? The young lady is leaving, Effendi. She's left. If I can't get to 10, I'll be gone, too. Ah-ha! Is the mind counting too late now? No, Mr. Thurston. No, Mr. Thurston. Don't go out there. There you are. Where did you come from? No, wait. I'll talk to you later. Get out of my way. No, Mr. Thurston's people are shooting out there, giving each other... I've got to get to that girl. Is that the girl you were after, Mr. X? That's one lying there in the street. Yeah. Oh. I say, what's all this rampage about? Fearfully noisy neighborhood, fellow conga to decent night's sleep. Hmm. You haven't been hurt, eh? Well, let's have a look at her. You doing, doctor? Having for 40 years. Sibli is the name. Dr. Ford Sibli. My place is right across the street. When practicing here, we'll let me see you down the way. Never mind your life, Sibli. What about her? Is there any future to it? The girl's future's all in her past, young man. She's dead. I saw it all, Mr. Thurston. The car was parked waiting for her. She opened the door, she screamed, and then came to shop. So you do, but the door will be filled with a scared rabbit, instead of giving a license number. For which you should thank me. We have no time to chase local murderers, not while this dangerous Haberman is still alive. What do you know about Haberman? Hm? What do I... Oh, why else would the chief send me to you with this file? Probably because you talked him into it. Your usual slight consideration. Well, that's what you're doing here in Cairo. There you go. Oh, Sibli. Well, as I was saying, did you know that this fellow Haberman is an international soldier, a fortune, and a pirate? I did. Oh. Well, did you know that there is no description of him anywhere? Not even his sex? The only clue is that he's not about silver. All his jewelry, ornaments, even his weapons are of silver. Remind me to buy you a dictionary, Peygon. Dictionary? So you can learn the meaning of secret and confidential. There are stamps on the outside of the reports you brought me. Oh. But, Mr. X, why do you think Haberman is here in Cairo? The bullets that killed that man in my room were made of silver. If Haberman deserves to be caught in hunger, look, using such a precious metal and such a waste of fat. Oh, welcome, Peygon. Starting right here. Here? But we've stopped in front of a nightclub. That's right. The Silver Scarab. The floor show. And a female dancer, too. You know, Mr. Therson, there's nothing I like better than a female dancer, unless it's a female. Mr. X, she's the dead girl. The dancer is the dead girl. Come back to life. The resemblance is close, but not that close. Oh. Oh, yes, you're right. I can see that now. Sure. But for a minute, I thought, hmm, look at those silver spangles in her dress. Yeah. Stay here, Peygon. I'll pick up later. But why leave now, Mr. Therson? There'll be other dancers, I hope. Yeah, I'm gonna see this one in her dressing room. Nothing about it. It was her own idea. I think it's your lies, Aida. Why did she visit this man? I tell you, I do not know. I just... Oh! Again, I ask you, Aida, why did she visit you? You're playing pretty rough, aren't you? What is the meaning of this intrusion? Do I have to write it out for you? Your humor is as badly conceived as your entrance here. Perhaps this will teach you to mend your men's... No, but lead with your right, it gets into trouble. At least my arm, you're breaking it. Funny thing about judo, it's liable to hurt people. I'll kill you for this. Let's talk about it later. Good night. You were very foolish. He meant that. I've been foolish before. Not with men like that. Well, with women. Oh. Do I get a choice tonight? That might depend. And what you can tell me of my sister Deborah's death. Mr. Thurston. Good old Egyptian grapevine. Well, are you still in a foolish mood? Sure, but not here. No, then where? Why not a little boat ride on the Nile? You see, Kim, my sister Deborah preferred the easy life. Quick money, men like Paul V, the man you threw out of my dressing room. She's a wealthy and powerful man, Kim. Owner of the Euphrates shipping company. Euphrates shipping company. He was her friend. It was because of him I think that Deborah was involved in this trouble. What troubles later? That's just it. I do not know any details. That was why I wished to speak with you. I thought perhaps you could tell me something about it. No, you're going a blank here later. Only matter a couple of hours ago, and then only for a few minutes. I see. Now my poor sister Deborah's death. Well, the Fates have decided. There's nothing we can do to alter their decisions. I'm a great believer in the Fates, Kim. What did they tell you about the immediate future? I do not know, Kim. You'd like to guess? I'm not sure. Afraid to find out? Afraid, yes. But you could give me courage, Kim. I could try. If you want me to. Yes, Kim. Yes, I want you to. Very much. Then I'll try. But sir, have you dropped that gun? Oh, it got my wrist. It got, I think. You dropped the gun. I dropped your wrist. No. No, I... All right, Kim. All right. How'd you get that of inspiration? Because I have sworn to kill the man who murdered Deborah, and I think you are the one. Let's keep an open mind about this. You cannot convince me otherwise. No, I can try. And hold you to my arms this way. There isn't very much you can do about it. Everything is so mixed up. Can I do? I don't know yet. But you've got to change your mind later. And this is the personest way of trying to convince who I can think of. It's in position of my good nature. Dragging me around in that alley is like this. Would you mind telling me why we're here? To find out what makes the wealthy the supposedly wealthy. And do you think you can find out that I'll be sneaking around behind all this warehouse? No, all of them. Just this one. It's a creative shipping company. I cannot reject my pay-go and I'm jimmy at that window. You talk as though I was a professional warehouse breaker. I don't know how to do that. I'll give eight to five that I don't want to lose with most of this silver. Oh, of course merely as a favor to you, Mr. Thurston. I might try being new at this. I don't know how successful I will be. But why look, Mr. Thurston? What? Amazing. Let's climb in. There's Haberman's soul in here, Mr. Thurston. Quiet, people. The light under that door. This is somebody. Isn't there probably with a gun or a knife that's going in the sea? Do we have to? Can't we jump? It's filled with coffins. What would they be doing in a warehouse of the euphritis shipping company? All right. I'll have one of them. Huh? Oh, no, Mr. Thurston. Let the dead rest in peace. If we leave them alone, maybe they'll leave us alone, huh? Maybe. Mr. Thurston? I'm all kind of. Surely a cargo for coffins. Don't pay them. I'm leaving. I just remembered an important engagement. I left my waffle iron burning. Don't be a fool. She can't hurt you now. How do I know? If she can move from the street in front of the Christmas into this coffin, she can do anything. Mr. Exit. There's no chance of a mistake. No. A girl in that coffin. That's Deborah. We continue with Frigidaire's man-called ex, originated by J. Richard Kennedy. This is Wendell Niles speaking. Just think how many times a day you go to your refrigerator and you'll realize how helpful even one extra convenience would be. Then look at all the ways Frigidaire engineers have planned to save your time and energy. They gave the interior of the Frigidaire refrigerator plenty of shelf space. They made it easy to store all those special things you keep in a refrigerator. Gave you space for tall bottles, a big meat tender, handy glass top hydrators for fruits and leafy vegetables. Lots of room for the frozen foods you like to have on hand for quick, easy meals. They finished the interior of the food compartment with lifetime porcelain. A wipe with a damp cloth and it's clean. Yes, and they even designed special ice trays, unique Frigidaire quick cube trays to give you trigger quick ice surface. Most important of all, Frigidaire engineers powered the Frigidaire refrigerator with a mechanism that requires no attention and uses less current than an ordinary light bulb. It's the famous meter miser, simplest refrigerating mechanism ever built. Remember, Frigidaire engineers designed the Frigidaire refrigerator to save your time and energy. And remember, you're twice as sure with two great names. For Frigidaire is made only by General Motors. And out of return to Frigidaire's man-called ex starring Herbert Marshall. Mr. Axis and Cairo to track down the international bandit, Obermann. The trail is led into a warehouse of the Euphrates Shipping Company which he finds filled with coffins containing rifles and machine guns, except one which holds the body of the mysterious Egyptian girl, Debra. We join him now as he and Pagon stand there looking down. Mr. Thurston, let's get out of here. Small round bruise on her throat just above the artery. I wonder. The only thing I wonder about is why are we still standing here? We'd like to check the shipping tags on these coffins. That's in Arabic, but a few words. Pretty clear. Port Said, Mohammed Bay, Mecca. Come on, Pagon, we're leaving. But where are we going? To Port Said. By way of Dr. Sibley's joined across from the Kismet Cafe. Waiting for the authorities to arrive and get the girl's body, you know, when this Arabian fellow approached and struck me unconscious. Came to when the girl was gone. Ever seen him before, don't you? Once or twice, Mr. Thurston, frequenting the Kismet. Never even been introduced. Makes me furious. Can't do that to me. I want to be in the know, Thurston, definitely. Don't know what's up. No, that sort of thing, but I want to be in the know. How old, you know, Port Said, doctor? Been in the Middle East 40 years. No the pressure I can book. Good, you're in. I'll brief you later. Now, get us to Port Said in a hurry. Right. What's the time? Don't ever watch. Never carry the beastly thing. All was stopping on me. Yes, 11.43. I'll spend time enough to catch the last night train. I'll phone for a cab. Be right back. Mr. Thurston, I'm not going to ask you about the gun or about the port scene or the dead girl or the dancer's aida. Not even about Haberman. I just want to know one thing. Why we're going to Port Said? Yes, why we're... You said it. There you go. We're going there to find out about the gun. We're going to find out about Thurston, night train to Port Said. First-class carriages are on this side. Shall we get aboard? Yes, but not together. Oh, uh... No, no, you, uh, you've got a compartment for yourself. We'll meet in Port Said. Ah, quite undercover sort of thing. What's this? We meet at the Earl Ackbar Hotel. Earl Ackbar. A middle-class traveller's lodging. Quite respectable. Oh, write it down for me, will you? Sorry, Carl. No pen or pencil. I'll never carry them. Pencil always leak and the pencil's run out of lead. That's all right. I'll remember. See you there. All right, here you are. We'll see you at the good old Ackbar. Well, Mr. Thurston, did we get aboard, too? Yes. No. Huh? Hello, Pro Jean. You have a faculty for appearing where you're not wanted, Mr. Thurston. No, I've been told. Going somewhere? Port Said, for instance? Crying into my affairs or interfering with them is a very dangerous pastime. Good night, Mr. Thurston. You know something? That man's personality doesn't like me. He doesn't exactly send me. Let's get aboard. We'll take the third compartment on the left. Why the third one? Because Pro Jean's taking the second. Well, wouldn't it be less crowded if we took the fourth compartment? You know, a little farther away? There's another friend of ours in four. Huh? She got aboard by Pro Jean with Storgensworth. She? Saida. So wonderful. Just the two of us here in this compartment. And now we're nearing Port Said and our journey together will end. I wonder. Ken, listen to me. You must forget this business that brings you here. You don't know how powerful the forces are working against you. I took a correspondence course in muscle building once. Please, Ken, this is no joking matter. The pit has already been dug. The pit intended to be the grave of the man called X. There must be another letter in the alphabet. I better find it. Too many people seem to know that one. Then you will not listen to me. Oh, Ken, please don't die. Please. That's good advice, Saida. I'll try to follow it. For our times, Mr. X, when you're the most tiring of all men, no sooner do we arrive at Port Said when you rush me like mad to Commissioner of the Fort. Well? And then before I have even had a chance to chase my breath, we're off again. This time down here to the docks. Mr. Thurston. There's your answer, Pagon. This is Mohammed Bay. The Mohammed... So... so this is what Mohammed Bay stands for. A rusty old clamp steam. And look at the cargo they're loading. Coffins. Coffins. Yeah. Rosines built up a live trade in dead Mohammedans, lugging coffins to Mecca. Who suspects that a sanctimonious guy was substituting guns for bodies and brought him off to Harbourman? Ah, so that's how he can be a regular pirate and steal the American relief. Sure. Well, do you know that these coffins are the same ones that we saw in the warehouse? I don't. That's why I'm going to sneak aboard and find out. Huh? Oh, no. You meet Dr. Sibley at the old Akbar Hotel. Wait for me there. And if you don't happen to show up? You know, they could kill you, you know. Find yourself a nice night cover. Maybe the dancers can help you forget your bereavement. Now my turn to ask the question, Mr. Thurston. Are you going somewhere? Rosine, you remind me of a summer cold, but I'm pleasant and hard to get rid of. Sometimes, if colds are ignored and get bad enough, they can prove to be fatal. What is this? National pistol week? I haven't seen so many guns since the last gangster picture. Unlike the weapons in the cinema, this one does not shoot blanks. Huh? Turn around with your back toward me. I haven't got much choice, have I? You are going aboard the Mohammed Bay to a much warmer welcome than you had expected. Mr. X. Well, Thurston, how do you feel now? All right. I see your cabin with all the latest conveniences, including the loveliest Zahida. I'm sorry, Ken. I tried to warn you, but you would not listen to me. It sounded appealing, but I couldn't go for it. Now, I'll have him known up, while he was still running around loose. Ah, yes, Harperman. Now that the Mohammed Bay has started her journey, you can forget about him. Long before we reach Mecca, you will have forgotten about everything. Because you will... Thank God, everyone... There you go. Mr. Thurston, we have come to the rescue. You're the first pirate who moves, Mr. Dr. Sibley. Sibley. If we will make them board the gank like later. There you go, you idiot. How do you ever dream this out? That's gratitude for you. I meet Dr. Sibley on the dock. We witness your abduction, risk our lives to come aboard and save you from sudden death, and you call me an idiot. Don't take my word for it. Ask Harperman. What has he got to do with it? You board him aboard with you. Mr. Thurston, this train has caused you to lose your mind. I only brought Dr. Sibley aboard. So how could I have... How could I... Oh, no. Oh, tell me he's wrong, Dr. Tell me he's... Impossible, old chap. He's quite correct. You can relax now, Pulsine. Zyder, I have some covered. Tell me, Mr. X, how did you know? Your old weakness, Harperman's silver. It showed up in your disguise. Nonsense. I deliberately wore nothing metallic on it. Oh, that's what I mean. You went overboard. I never heard of a doctor not carrying a watch or fountain pen or pencil. When I thought about it, it wasn't too tough to figure out why they'd all be silver. But the worst mistake you made was in killing Deborah. Killing Deborah? But my sister was killed by shots from a car. One of Harperman's tools is shot all right, but the bullets didn't kill her. The small round bruise on her throat proved that. I do not understand, Ken. When Harperman was playing doctor, he must have found a pulse in her throat. That meant she might still talk. After she failed to kill you at the hotel and was going to double-cross me by selling information to you, I had no alternative but to strangle her. Kind of looks like she's the man you've been looking for, Zyder. Yes. The man who killed my sister. The man I swore I would kill in turn. The man I am going to kill. Zyder, that knife. Put down that knife or I'll... Are you fool? What have you done? Hold it, Paulzine. Some knife throw right through the shoulder. Pick up his gun. Sure, Mr. X. Ken, I... I don't know what to say. So you tied up with these two to find out who killed Deborah? It's true. Ken, I swear it. Well, Paulzine, you forget we're practically on the high seas, Thurston. You cannot possibly hope to take this ship over by yourself. And that's why I arranged for a little help before I came aboard. You'll notice we're losing way. That means the destroyer is coming alongside. You're right, Mr. Thurston. But we don't have to make a pilgrimage after all. No, Fager. But Harbourman and Paulzine do. A one-way pilgrimage to the final payoff of piracy. There's nothing in this world lower than the rats who profit by stealing from the poor and starving. That's why we've got to stop them. It's a long tough job. But you know, I can see you have 140 million people who just love to roll up their shirts and leave and do it. Frigidaire star Herbert Marshall will return in just a moment. The van called X is regarded each week with the best wishes of your Frigidaire dealer. I invite you to come in and learn about the famous line of Frigidaire electric refrigerators, electric ranges, electric water heaters, home freezers, and a wide variety of refrigerating and air conditioning equipment for homes, farms, stores, offices, and factories. And our Frigidaire star Herbert Marshall. Thanks for being with us. And next week, I promise you another story filled with suspense and mystery. As usual, there'll be Leon Bolasco along with Pagon Selschmidt. So join us won't you when next I return as the man called X. Good night. Frigidaire's man called X is directed by Jack Johnstone with music composed and conducted by Johnny Greene. Tonight's story was written by Sidney Marshall. 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 are fictitious. And any resemblance to actual persons or incidents is purely coincidental. To CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.