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To most of us, that means the place that makes the money, that green stuff we scramble to get and then give back so cheerfully. But the Treasury Department's a lot more than that. It's the Coast Guard, Secret Service, Alcohol Tax Unit, Narcotics. That's where I work, narcotics. My name, by the way, is Michael Barrow, and I work out of the San Francisco office. And this is the story of how I learned about an innocent, pretty little flower, the poppy. It's not the kind of poppy you've seen. After this one blooms and the petals fall, the pod is ripe. When you bleed that pod, and the liquid that oozes out is processed, the finished product is opium. One day before the war, my assistant Harry Hart brought in a teletype from my boss in Washington, Commissioner Hanslinger. She's in a ship, Mike, a freighter. Been trying to make a landing along the South American coast. Well, what ship? No name or markings. It's being driven north. Been spotted off Peru in Mexico. Might try for a landing around here to refuel or something. Okay, I'll contact the Coast Guard. Just a routine check, but I thought I'd tag along when two days later the Coast Guard spotted the freighter. Must have been hiding at one of the island colds, and now was making a run to sea. She was still in our 12 mile limit. If she could get out, she'd be protected by international law. The captain's signal heard stop. She's caught our signal, girls, but she's putting on more scene. Hello, headless redoms. Fire one over the ball. The shot didn't faze her. We kept on her tail, acting like we meant to border and see what the bluff would do. She was past the 12 mile limit now. I was alone at the rail trying to pick up something through the binoculars. Suddenly, I saw a scramble on her deck, the crew and about 100 men. What happened then was almost impossible to believe. They were pushing those 100 men overboard. Men who were chained together, dropping into the sea and disappearing. It was all over in less than a minute. I told the skipper what I'd seen. I asked him to catch up with her. At least let me get a better look. The deck was now empty, just the captain on the bridge. A face I'd never forget. Then we turned back and circled the spot where I'd seen the men go down. And out of the water came the only piece of evidence that said I hadn't dreamed the whole thing, a life-preserver. It told me that the ship was the Kira Maru out of Shanghai. Six days later, I was in Shanghai, the office of the Japanese consulate. A most shocking story, Mr. Merrill's, but unfortunately, we have no record of a Japanese ship named Kira Maru. You don't believe what I told you. It is strange that you alone should see 100 men murdered. The Kira Maru was too far off. I saw what happened through the binoculars. Your word is good enough, Mr. Burrows. We will take action against the captain of the Kira Maru. So they brought him to trial. He wasn't there to defend himself, of course, and they couldn't be sure that such a man even existed. But they passed sentence. This court, having carefully considered the testimony, finds the defendant guilty and sentences him to a prison term of 30 days. 30 days? In America, that's what you get for reckless driving. Such sentence to be carried out when and if he accused his apprehended. Thank you, Mr. Burrows. That is all. I cabled and slingered that I was licked and coming home. I was in the hotel, packing my bag when I had a visit. The Chinese gentleman. I saw you in court, Mr. Burrows. I followed your story with great interest. Why? Who are you? One who has always thought that the climate in parts of South America was admirably suited to the growing of the opium puppy. The men you saw murdered were slaves intended for such work. Slaves, huh? You would recognize that captain again if you saw him? I would. Three days ago, a Japanese captain was landed here illegally from a fishing boat. Why would such a man take employment here in Shanghai at a rickshaw runner? Where would I find him? We'll get to that, Mr. Burrows. These slaves you say you saw six months ago in Egypt, a Chinese coolie escaped from a ship called the Kila-Naru. Before he died, he gave some information to a British gentleman named Hadley. Look, if you know anything about that captain. This also may interest you. The coolie told Mr. Hadley that he was one of 200 slaves brought to Egypt to plant a large field of puppies. Where? For whom he did not know. But he mentioned their name. Hawks. Gene Hawks. The slave said Gene Hawks was a sign, a quote, maybe a man, maybe a woman, maybe an organization. He also said that the harvest of that puppy field would be sent here to Shanghai for refining. This man, Hadley, who is he? The British narcotics commissioner in Cairo. Oh, oh, then it's official information. How did you get it? I think this will answer all questions. This program, it arrived at my office, but it's for you from Washington. You are talking to Lan-Chi Chow, Chinese commissioner of narcotics. You rushed to Shanghai a little impossibly, but you may stay to do yourself some good and sling. You see, I, too, have cabled Mr. Ansley. Glad to know your commission. Now, about Egypt, 200 slaves plant a puppy field. Six months later, you count 100 off the California coast. Certain facts begin to come together. Only a hundred would be needed to harvest the crop. The others were loaded back on the Kiranaru for North America. What's that got to do with the man you were going to help me find? If that mixtail runner is the captain of the Kiranaru, he's the only link I have between Egypt and the refining of that opium here in Shanghai. Well, why let the stuff get here? Why not round it up in Egypt before it's harvested? The British and Egyptians have been searching for months. And you're expecting raw opium from poppies they can't find to show up here? And very soon. How do you know? From the poppies grown there legally for medicinal purposes, planted about the same time. In Egypt, the harvest must be completed within five days or the pods will rot. A puppy field that no one can find, a story from a dying Cooley slave. You expect me to swallow that? I swallowed a hundred slaves going overboard in chains off the California coast. Oh, OK, commissioner. Now, suppose I see that rickshaw runner. Not until you agree to take others from me. Oh, I'm sorry. I only work on cases when I believe in them. I will compromise for just five days. Pretend to believe and follow my orders. After five days, the case is finished or there is no case. At that time, the Japanese ship captain becomes your private property. OK, OK, where do we start? At Sokem Hong, the largest rickshaw station in the city. It is owned by Nicholas Sokeen. Let me tell you about it. The next morning I call on Nicholas Sokeen. Here in America, if you want to go somewhere, you call a taxi in Shanghai, you call a rickshaw. It's big business. I told Mr. Sokeen that my name was Brent, and I was in the rug business, but I was looking for a Japanese who recently went to work as a rickshaw runner. I have gone through all the records, Mr. Brent, and my sister, Mr. Greek, has checked everything we employ. We have no Japanese working here. Well, thanks, Sokeen. You've been very cooperative. I won't stop looking. If I find anything, I'll call your hotel. I was about to leave when a young woman walked up, good looking, well dressed. Holding on to her hand was a Chinese girl. I beg your pardon. I've been looking for Mr. Shannon. Shannon's world tours. Yes, I understood they would start from here. Mr. Greek. Yes, sir. Shannon's world tours. Have I been here for rickshaws today? They're scheduled for tomorrow morning, sir. Oh, I see. Well, thank you very much. Come, Sokeen. Come along, dear. I walked back to the hotel and saw today what it was so keen I was thinking about. I was sure I'd never hear from him again. I was in my room trying to figure the next move and the phone rang. Hello? This is Sokeen, number 17, Beriali. What's his name? It goes by the name of Sego. I'm afraid that's all I can know. Thanks. It's for over an hour in Beriali. Then I saw him come out. The man I'd come 6,000 miles to find. Captain Sey. It's easy following him. He led me straight back to my own hotel, to the desk clerk. Oh, Mr. Shannon is expecting me of the Shannon World Tours. What is his room number, please? 506, sir. How are they supposed to know that? Shannon World Tours. This morning it was the good looking girl who had mentioned Shannon World Tours in front of Sokeen. Yes, sir. Oh, I was just wondering if any American tours happen to be in town. Yes, sir. Shannon's World Tours. What's the schedule? Here's one of his folders, sir. It's on here. Big car? No, small. Seven or eight Americans, sir. Ten minutes later, I tell Captain Sego back to 17 Beriali, itching to lay my hands on this murderer, but he wasn't my private property yet, not for four more days. Back in Lum's office, we looked for Shannon's pedigree in the narcotics code book. It was Lum who spotted it. Here's your man, Mr. Barros, a little younger than the photograph in the cover folder, he is. Only here he's listed to Shea, Shea instead of Shannon. What to say about him? World travels, huh? A dodge to make narcotics smuggling easier. Tomorrow morning, join that party of tours for the day. Memorize their faces. There's one I have memorized, the good looking girl who came to Sokeen this morning. Let's hope she'll be there tomorrow morning, too. A pleasant day's work ahead, the tour of Shanghai. Chat with my American companions as we draw along in time to study every face. There was a stop at the Willow Pratt & Teahouse for refreshments. My first real chance at those two I'd seen yesterday looking for Shannon, the girl and her young Chinese companion. Well, it's rather crowded in here, isn't it? What? Oh, oh, yes, yes it is. Oh, do you mind those, those flowers? Isn't that a rose agenesis? You see, I go in for roses. My name's Brad. I travel for a rug firm. How do you do? Your little friend here, she seems so unhappy. I hope she isn't ill. Shu Pan speaks English. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Well, it's quite all right. You see, the Japanese bombed and captured Shu Pan's village. It took, it took her family away and it happened only a few weeks ago. Oh, I, I see. Shu Pan, huh? Well, that's a nice name, huh? I think I'll just call you Princess. I didn't get your name. Her name is Mrs. Anne Grant. Oh, well, it's a nice tour, isn't it, Mrs. Grant? You're going all the way to the States, Princess? Yes, to San Francisco. Well, what do you know? That's my home town. I think you're both very lucky to be going there. Oh, Mrs. Grant isn't going. Oh, you're staying in China? Yes, yes, I am. Shu Pan, come along, dear. I promised Miss Harrison that you'd... The well-known brush off. Interesting and a little mysterious, this Mrs. Grant. And exactly why was she staying in China? Well, what little I learned went into my pocket notebook. I couldn't risk remembering every minor detail, and minor details might prove very important. Our last stop for the day was at the temple. When we came out, it didn't seem too unusual that the wheel of my rickshaw should break down or that Shannon himself should offer to walk me back to the hotel. Tell me, Mr. Grant, didn't you lose something this afternoon? This is yours, isn't it, this notebook? Oh, yes. Yes, it is. Um, what did you say your business is? Oriental rug. Hmm. Strange you'd make these notes about my guests. Oh, are you really a census taker? I have no idea. Let's get back to the street. Oh, we'll save a lot of time down this alley. Now, what did you want those names for? I talked fast, Mr. Royer. Now, before you get tough, Mr. Shea, listen, you've been caught before. This time you'll do five years unless you talk about what? A ship named Killer Maroo. I don't know what you're talking about, but I know who you are, and I'm not going to let you pin a five-year spritz on me. Hey, the four Ks, little helpers. When I came to, I was lying on a dock at the waterfront. It was almost dark. Bending over me was Sir King's assistant, Mr. Greed. You'll be all right, Mr. Brent. Oh, Greed. You're a very lucky man. Mr. Sir King had a hunch this might happen. Well, what did happen? Shannon was going to kill you. I followed him here, but he resisted. Well, Shannon's dead. Yes. He was wearing this belt. It's unrefined opium. Mr. Sir King knew he had it somewhere. How? He called on Mr. Sir King before your tour started. Mr. Sir King told him he had no interest in smuggling narcotics. Then what? Well, Shannon said this ship was perfectly safe. Straight off a Japanese boat. Did he say where it was grown? I believe he mentioned Egypt. Where in Egypt? Oh, I don't know, sir. I have to reveal, Mr. Brent. Perhaps I'd better take you to your hotel. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to stop at a friend's first. Mr. Lum, 25 Peacock Lane. I'll meet Mr. Lum, and you can start telling me the truth. All right. I don't understand. Well, maybe this will help you understand. Mr. Barrows. Hello, Lum. You better give me a hand. All right, Greek. Now get up and go in. I had a very interesting tour. So I could see you hit me. Why? Why? Here's Mr. Barrows. Why? Well, listen to this. I tangled with Shannon this afternoon, was not cold, woke up miles away on the river. Shannon's dead. At least Mr. Grieg says so, and that much I believe. Mr. Grieg under Sokeem's orders saved my life. Mr. Sokeem did more. Yeah, take a look at this. Well, Opem. Grieg says he founded on Shannon, opium from the Kirimaru from Egypt. That's what Shannon said. You heard him say it? Well, did you? Yes. You're a liar. The opium couldn't have been from Egypt because poppies can't be harvested until the petals fall, and they fall this week, today maybe. The opium we're looking for is still in Egypt. Shannon got that from the Japanese captain. He got nothing from the Japanese captain. Sokeem told the captain to lead me to the hotel yesterday. I was supposed to hear him say, Mr. Shannon's room, please. That was to throw me off. Depends suspicion on Shannon. And then Mr. Sokeem saves my life, throws me some narcotics that could have been Shannon's or anybody. Then you think Mr. Sokeem is interested in narcotics? He's got to be. And 10 to 1, that refining equipment you're looking for is somewhere in Sokeem's Rickshaw station. I'll call the police. They can pick up Mr. Grieg, arrest Captain Sego, and later we'll raise Sokeem's strength. Later? Why not now? Because first I want to know more of what happened today. This way, Mr. Grieg. You hear the names of everyone in the party? It will be well to question them all. Except Mrs. Grant. Why not? Well, I told you that Shannon's tour is leaving Shanghai, but Mrs. Grant is staying. That means she couldn't be tied up with him. But she could be tied up with Sokeem, waiting the arrival of the opium from Egypt. Then if she's half as smart as you think she is, she won't talk. You'll get nothing out of her. But I think I can through the Chinese girl. Good. Now about Sokeem's pleasure. Ready to rate it? Yes. Now I am ready. While that's going on, have the police pick up Mrs. Grant. Be sure they leave Chupin in the hotel. You are not coming with me on the way? No, I think I'll learn more in the hotel with Chupin. To the end of the earth, here's Libby Collins, our Hollywood fashion reporter. You know, John, girls who are going to college this fall, or who are in college now, will get a lot of good ideas from Jean Peter's wardrobe and it happens every spring. And will chemistry professors get ideas about becoming baseball players like Ray Milan? Well, better get Jean's opinion on that. She was a co-ed herself not so long ago. Incidentally, she's just left for St. Louis with other stars from the studio for the pictures premiere on the 26th. She plays the daughter of the president of the university. So 20th Century Fox made a careful check of what the well-dressed co-eds are wearing before designing Jean's costumes. Her wardrobe for it happens every spring includes lots of lovely blouses for her suits, and of course, separate sweaters and skirts. Sounds like a luxeable wardrobe. It is, and so true to college life. Luxe flakes are as popular on college campuses as they are in Hollywood studios. That's easy to understand. These tiny diamonds of luxe whip into suns fast, and what girl isn't always in a hurry? The suds are wonderfully thick and rich, too. So much college washing is done in the bathroom basin. Girls appreciate the way luxe flakes float away soil with gentle squeezing. Besides, allowances can't stand expensive cleaning bills. So luxe flakes are the rule for everything safe in water alone. Blouses, sweaters, nice cottons, and washable prints. An easy way for any woman to keep things fresh and attractive, especially in warm weather. Luxe flakes are another fine product of Leverbrothers Company. With luxe flakes care, you can freshen things in no time, and your favorite washables stay lovely far longer. Now, your producer, Mr. William Keely. Act two of To the Ends of the Earth, starring Dick Powell as Mike and Cygni Hussow as Anne Grant. The police were raiding Sokeem's Richaw Station, and Mrs. Grant was being held at headquarters for questioning. I went to her rooms at the hotel. The Chinese girls from Pan opened the door. Oh, Mr. Grant. Well, hello, Princess. Is Mrs. Grant in? She went out. She was very upset. The tour is not saying to America. Yes, I heard about that. I thought I could help you get to San Francisco some other way. I... Oh, I bet you've known Mrs. Grant a long time, huh? Only a year, Mr. Grant. She was my governor's back home in Pan Yen after her husband died. Oh, that's too bad. I suppose Mr. Grant was a teacher or a missionary. An engineer. He was married in America. Mrs. Grant used to tell me all about... Yeah, yeah. Good evening. Oh, hello, Mrs. Grant. I was just talking... Oh, Mr. Pan, I'm sorry, dear, but I forgot to stop in the lobby. Will you see if there's any name, please? Yes, of course. Thank you, dear. And now, Mr. Brent, what are you doing here? Weren't you called at the police station about Shannon? Why, yes. They sent me back here to get my papers. Well, I knew if you pan was alone, I thought I could cheer her up a little. Strange kid. She can't be more than 13 or 14, yet time... I know. At times, she looks much older. Yes, that's what death and bonds will do to a child. Suppose I could help you, Mrs. Grant. How about two tickets on the clipper? It's very kind of you, but I'm not going to America. You want to stay in China? Yes, I do. Well, I guess you have your reason. The children of this country have a right to live. You're kind of young to bury yourself in Pan Yan. What else did Shupan tell you, Mr. Brent? Something about my husband, perhaps. She mentioned him, yes. He was killed by Japanese bombs while doing a job for China. I intend to finish that job as best I can. Why not go back home and tell Americans about China? Raise barrels of money for thousands of Shupans? Or, uh, maybe there's something else. You don't want to talk about it. What makes you think so? Because if Shupan means to you, what you say, she doesn't. After a point, she doesn't. And the sooner she realizes... I'll take it. Hello? It's rather important that you come to Sokems, Mr. Brent. That is, if you'll finish... I'll be right over. Oh, uh, that was those people who sent for you, Mrs. Grant. And while I'm there, I'll try to make some arrangements. I'm sure everything's going to be all right. Thank you. We made a good guess about Sokems. Upstairs, over the shed where the rickshaw drivers lived, was equipment enough to refine half the opium in Asia. Only Mr. Sokems wasn't there to tell us about it. He swallowed poison. Mr. Sokems was dead. So, actually, we have learned very little, Mr. Parrows. He died before I could question him. Oh, we should never have moved in on him. We should have waited until the opium from Egypt had arrived. Once you knocked Mr. Big down, there was little else we could do. Hell, hell, I know. I made a bad mistake. Oh, in my time, I made a few myself. Sokems was afraid. Afraid of what? Mr. Parrows, for years, has been an organization in China operating in drugs, backed by the Japanese High Command. Why? Because drugs eat away a people's will to resist, and conquest becomes easy. And the brains of this organization? Citizens of all nations. Fanatic of Sokems who believe in conquest. The degenerates who can be bought to do this filthy work for the Japanese High Command. But let someone fail. Sokems failed. Suicide. Sokems death will warn the others that raw opium will never come here now. I am sending Sokems papers to Cairo immediately. At their possibility, they will yet find a poppy field. It is my hope that you will take them. Oh, I'm sorry, Lam. I know it was my blunder that finished the case here, but it is finished. What about Mrs. Grant? For a year and a half before coming to China, she was in Egypt. The visas and dates on her passport leave no doubt of it. Look, look, any decision on my going to Egypt would have to be made by my boss. Mr. Hanslinger and I have exchanged several messages. He's quite willing that you should call. One step ahead of me right down the line. Yes? Mrs. Captain Singh, we have just released Mrs. Grant. Thank you. She wishes to leave at once for San Francisco, which should plan. One moment, please. Mrs. Grant wishes to go to San Francisco. She told you that? She told me she was staying in China. Where? Let her go. Our men there can watch her the moment she lands. We think she should go, Captain. I was met in Cairo by the Egyptian and British narcotics commissioners. I'm a Hassan and Lionel Hadley. Hassan went to work on Seokjin's papers while Hadley broke the unhappy news that this was the last day of the poppy harvest. All he was sure of was the root. The opium would take what it left to Egypt. Take a look at the map, Mr. Barrows. We know that poppy fields are somewhere in this area. If so, the only logical way out of Egypt with the raw opium would be across the shears canal. And the nearest crossing of the canal is here. And if all the harvest hasn't been moved, what's left will go tonight. I'm afraid so. Did you check on Mrs. Grant? She and her husband left Cairo ten months ago. No record of where they went. Well, I've examined Seokjin's papers. One lonely clue, gentlemen. This letter. Not the contents, but the handwriting. What about it, Hatam? It's written in English. But the men who wrote this letter first learned to write in Arabic. There are certain characteristics. I examined the paper itself, made in France. French paper isn't sold in Egypt. But it is sold in the French Monday. It's such as Lebanon. But I thought the poppy field was in Egypt. What does Lebanon come in? Lebanites. We have many wealthy Lebanites with estates in Egypt, especially in the suspected area. Suppose we'll run the film again. Why not? We have notion pictures of some of the Lebanon estates, Mr. Barrows. Let's look them over. This is the last reel, Mr. Barrows. The estate you're looking at now belongs to Ali Yusuf. Tin acres of roses grown for perfume. Hmm, what kind of roses? They don't look like much from the air. Roses hang for probably. Your rose sends you? Oh, I certainly am. I'd like to get a cutting of that rose, as I could take home a thing. This next estate belongs to Jaffa Pasha. Maze and cotton easily identified. From now, remove to the uplands. Uplands? How do they get the water? Pipe over from the Nile. Drawn up by pumps. That's a bit of engineering. And now this estate is at the edge of the Bayaday of Plateau. The property of Binda Shah. 30 acres of roses for perfume. Artificial irrigation, huh? A very modern job was done up there about two years ago. You wouldn't remember that engineer's name. I'm afraid not. Cheer up, Barrows. That's what we all need is a drink. Uh, how far is it to this Binda Shah's place? Oh, three hours back, huh? I'd like to have a specimen of that rose. Binda Shah would never let you go near the place. It's strictly against Muslim law. That's why we had the photograph from the air. Why couldn't I climb one of those cliffs? You're not serious. Why not? Well, even if you didn't break your neck climbing, Binda Shah would break it for you when he got to the top. Oh, it'd be dark for the time I got there. Mind if I borrow your car? The thing could prevent Hadley and Hassan from coming with me. They knew it was more than a rose I was after, and these were the last desperate minutes of the last day. They were ready to follow even this wild hunch of mine, but the irrigation system had been the Shahs had been installed by an engineer named Grant. It was a clear night. Once at the top of the cliff, we saw the almost endless line of roses. We're getting too close to the house. That lady does. We'd better leave. We found exactly nothing. What did you expect to find? I don't really know, but an engineer doesn't come all the way from the United States just to install a few pumps for growing roses. Unless... Hey, we'll wait at the house. Where you going? I had to take a look at that irrigated soil. It had just been cultivated, too. My hunch was leaping around like mad now, and then all of a sudden, the almost unbelievable answer there in the earth almost covered a battered stem that had been hoared under just a little while ago. Not a rose stem, but a stubby one with a swollen part at the end. Stem of the opium pumping. Popping stems planted, grown, and harvested under the rose bushes. No wonder we couldn't detect anything from the air. Well, now we know how the opium might be going through. And perfume jars, cartons of rose petals. I should be at the Suez Cross in telling my men what to look for. Suppose the last of the hives is still here? Take the car, Hassan. Get to the crossing. What about you? I'll keep looking here. I'll stay with you. I'll be at the crossing in 30 minutes. I'll send some men back to watch for you here. Take my gun. Thanks. Well, let's go, Barrows. We finally found what we were looking for. A barn that held the entire secret. In it, stupefied with opium, were what remained the 200 slaves brought to Egypt six months before on the cure of Marul. Also in the barn where the vats were the gummy juice of the potty flare that had been turned into raw opium. What you are doing here? Been to Shah. Yes. We've been learning about the harvest of the opium potty. Your knowledge comes late. The harvest left here an hour ago. I went up. I did not come alone, gentlemen. I am well protected. We didn't come alone either. Your entire estate is surrounded. The best thing you can do is to tell us where the opium is going. I have completely forgotten. Order your men to put down their guns. Hot, tough, come. I'll alert you. The men lowered their guns and disappeared. It seemed incredible that then the Shah should surrender so readily. We ordered him ahead of us and walked back toward the cliff. Suddenly he started running straight for the cliff and over it. A second fanatic like So Kim paying with his life for fame and taking all information with him. At night we were at the Suez crossing. Only there wasn't a sign of the opium. At dawn, Hassan's men came back from then the Shahs where they'd searched the estate. Then the Shah's private papers yielded nothing. But out of the pump house came an interesting item. An engineer's logbook. In the book was a snapshot. Well, who is she that owes? You seem to recognize that. Oh, Mrs. Grant. This logbook belonged to her husband. Hassan, it sounds exciting. The opium's gone. That's not news hassle. But I think I know where it is. Now, who has left this crossing tonight? According to the customs men, no one's left here since six o'clock yesterday afternoon. What about the camel driver I told you about? But you said his camels weren't carrying any. No, nothing on their backs. One native driver, ten camels. Heading for Beirut, you said. A camel driver said the price of camel hair and hides has just gone up. He's taking them to a slaughterhouse. Then what makes you think so? I just telephoned Beirut. Actually, the price of camel hair and hides had gone down. The driver was lying. It is my opinion that the opium is inside the camels, forced down their throats in some sort of containers that will be removed at the slaughterhouse in Beirut. Fantastic. Any more fantastic than poppy plants growing under roses? I suggest we get to Beirut, gentlemen, and wait for the camels. Hadley put a couple of men on the trail of the camel driver. We took over again near the outskirts of Beirut. But this was French territory, and helping us now was Emile Orissier, the French Carcades chief. It is vital, monsieur, that the camel driver never know what that we suspect. How can we examine his camels without his knowing it? He will find hundreds of camels at the edge of the city, and men from the Department of Sanitation checking the beasts against disease. His ten camels along with all the others. What he will not know is that only his camels will be fluoroscopes. You get suspicious. Undoubtedly. As a result, there will be no delay at the slaughterhouse. Now, I suggest you wait at the hotel. I will have the information you need sometime this afternoon. In the stomach of each camel were many metal cartridges. You may be sure they contain the opium groan on Binde Shah's estate. An estimated $100,000 worth in each piece, a million dollars all told. Where were the camel statement? To a slaughterhouse owned by a man named Agassiz. 40 minutes ago, a truck left the slaughterhouse for the docks. It carried three bales for shipment. Then let's get to the docks. We've got to know their destination. One of my men already has that information. The first bale went to a Mediterranean freighter addressed to monsieur El-Lexator Athens-Greece. Greece. The second will go about a French ship bound for Marseille and someone named Dullier. The other bale went to a Dutch freighter addressed to in Branstadter Havana-Cuba. We can be fairly sure, monsieur, that a million dollars worth of opium is in one of those bales. That night at dinner, we celebrated the first solid clue that might take us eventually to the leader of Jean Hawke's ring. That woman, monsieur Bell, who went in Shanghai, you told me before you would show me your photograph. Oh, at best. Here you are, Larissier. We found it in Grant's logbook. Ah, yes. Yes. Very beautiful. Intelligent, too. Knew there were poppies growing at Ben Deschards. Much too intelligent to mention it. And she is still in Shanghai? No. No. No, she's not. Oh, by the way, Larissier, that man you're sending to Havana tomorrow, that's on my way home. I'd like to follow that bale myself. Another hunch, barrels? No, Hadley. This time, it's information. I had a cable today from my office in San Francisco. Here. Read it. And Grant left San Francisco a few hours after arrival. Destination of Havana, Cuba. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. Out of two the ends of the earth. Our special guest tonight is beautiful Lola Albright. Lola has just been handed a new contract with Columbia Pictures. And so thrilled, Mr. Keely, I can hardly believe it. You know, they tell me at Columbia, you've been a very apuple. Well, yes, I did study hard. But what I appreciated most was the opportunity of going on sets. That's how I happened to see that terrific earthquake scene for Lust for Gold. And I certainly wasn't pressed. Really great picture. You know, Glenn Ford does a remarkable job with an unusual characterization. There's something really different what he's done here before on the screen. And I loved Ida Lupino in the lovely costumes of the 80s. 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Thank you for coming tonight, Lola, all right. Here's your producer, Mr. William Keely. The curtain rises on the third act of To the Ends of the Earth, starring Dick Powell as Mike and Senior Hassell as Anne Grant. I was sure that the bale containing the opium was the bale being shipped to Cuba, or why was Mrs. Grant going there? That's what I told the narcotics commissioner in Havana, Alberta Baraba. It should not be difficult, Sr. Barros. I will let you know where she is, what she does, and whom she sees. Oh, well, one person she will be seeing, I think, is a fellow named Brandstetter. You know him? A manufacturer of artist supplies, I believe. Brushes, things like that. Getting the camel hair for his brushes from the Near East. Only this shipment contains a million dollars with an unrefined opium. Well, let him refine it. Let him ship it out with his artist supplies. And then? Then I follow it. A million dollars worth of narcotics, and all I do is help to see that it gets safely away? A lot to ask, huh? Yes, Sr. A lot to ask. Arado worked fast. The four evening he told me that Anne Grant had reached Havana with Chupin. Two days later, the Dutch freighter arrived, and the bale of camel's hair was now in Brandstetter's possession. That night in my room. Yes? Arado, well, Dave just booked passage. Brandstetter misses Grant and Chupin. The cardio? Well, there's no ship on port called the cardio. She'll ship tomorrow, Sr. Serves at noon the following day. Every piece of fridge she is taking aboard. Good. See you here in the morning. For 24 hours without pause, Barado and his men checked and rechecked the cargo of the cardio. Absolutely nothing was being shipped by Brandstetter. Not a ray of hope until three hours before sailing time. And then some last-minute cargo arrived on the dock. Artist supplies from Anne Brandstetter, addressed to a man named Sharf, made in Lane, New York. A ray of hope that made no sense. There wasn't a chance that the opium was in those boxes. The most routine checkup in the New York customs would reveal it. It was too late now to do anything, but let Brandstetter get the opium on board his own way and take our chances of finding it. But right then, a couple of worried men got lucky. One of Barado's lookouts on the dock came up to report a very ordinary incident. The truck, which had delivered the boxes of artist supplies, had stalled on the board. But the lookout at Nando had been curious. And while one of the men worked on the motor, a second one was tearing the wrappings of some packages in the back of the truck, where they had stalled at Nando. Near the kitchen supplies being loaded on the ship, Sr. Cartons of butter. And when the wrappings came of Brandstetter's packages, that's what they were. Three cartons of butter exactly like the others. Getting somewhere. Three cartons of butter containing a million dollars worth of opium were stored in the ship's refrigerator, where one of Brandstetter's men, a member of the kitchen crew, could watch it carefully. An hour before sailing time, we saw them go aboard. Mrs. Grant, Schupan, and Brandstetter. According to plan, there would be a vacant cabin for me on sea deck. And waiting for me, now posing as a ship steward, was Hernando. But what is, Sr.? That refrigerator will be watched constantly from here to New York. How? By whom? During nights by the baker, an old friend of mine. During the day, the ship's butcher and the assistant chef. Where's Brandstetter's cabin and the others? On the upper deck, Sr.? B deck. Before dinner, Hernando had news for me. Brandstetter is no longer on B deck, Sr.? He complained about his cabin. He's taken one right across the corridor from you. And he knows I'm here? No, I don't think so. He inquired about all the cabins. I merely told him this one was vacant. I think he believed me. He's at dinner now, and I'm moving his loggers. Empty cabins aboard ship don't have locked doors. My door was locked. Sooner or later, Brandstetter would have to know why. Sooner or later, he'd... I beg your pardon. How stupid of me. Yes? They gave me the wrong key. I simply went to the number like a sheep. I'm very sorry. I don't believe we have met. I came aboard ill. Oh, I'm very sorry to hear it. Please forgive me. Score for Brandstetter. He'd never stop now until he knew exactly who I was. A good chance I was a narcotics agent. An outside chance I'd been on his trail since China. A million to one shot, Mrs. Grant had seen me there but know who I was. He'd have to bring Mrs. Grant to see me. But no move by Brandstetter until the following evening. You're off Cape Harris, just 24 hours out of New York. I could hear the ship's orchestra and the passengers. All very gay and friendly. What more perfect time for a man of finesse to visit a poor shut-in. And that's just what happened. Come in. We have brought you a little cheer from the captain's table. Oh, and may I present? Hello, Mrs. Grant. You know each other? Why, yes. Mr. Brandt and I... I've got a charming coincidence. We met in Shanghai, Mr.... Grantstetter. You seem to be feeling much better tonight. Much better, yes. I'll be up and around tomorrow. Good. Well, I really should be going back to the party. Oh, why don't you stay a while, Mrs. Grant? I'm sure you will have a lot to talk about. I'm sorry you'll be late. No, just a touch of fever. I picked it up in Egypt. I thought you went to San Francisco. I did. But his Yeshua's parents' uncle, Mr. Sue, had gone to Havana on business. He insisted that we meet him there. And this Brandtstetter? That ship's acquaintance? Yes, a business friend of Mr. Sue. He's been very kind to us. Oh, see, charming fellow. You're looking very well, Mrs. Grant. Thank you. I feel wonderful. Mr. Brandt, remember the things you said to me in Shanghai? I mean about coming back to the States. I know now how right you were. Oh, good. Fine. Well, I don't want to keep you from the party. You sure you can't join us? Tomorrow. We'll have a big day tomorrow. All right. Good night, Mr. Brandt. In the morning, I joined Mrs. Grant and the others, a happy, chatty little group, inseparable by lunchtime. Chewpan gave me a little pencil sketch of herself at one of the passengers it made. The artist said there were lines of suffering in her face. Mid-afternoon, less than an hour from New York. But nothing was worrying Nicholas Brandt Statter or Ann Grant. I couldn't understand it. What if Brandt Statter had known who I was long before I got to Havana and had set me on this false trail while he got the narcotics on board some other way? This panic of mine was growing every minute. We were at the bar now, having a drink. Someone said we'd be taken on the harbor pilot soon. Maybe I'd better take Chewpan's baggage. Oh, not yet, Mrs. Brandt. We have plenty of time. And another drink, Mr. Brandt, to our continued friendship. Then suddenly there was a commotion in the stern, a flurry of excited voices and a flayed odor of something burning. There's nothing to worry about it, Mr. Gentleman. It just felt small, but it's a little freeze-fire in the gallery. Mrs. Brandt, it's a fire. It's all right. It's all right here. You heard what the officer said. Incidentally, Mr. Brandt, why don't we all have dinner tonight on shore? Oh, could you, Mr. Brandt? Yes, Princess, I think I could. But we'll be docking soon. I have a lot of things to do. And I'd better start my pack. Maybe Chewpan would like to watch the seagulls. See, they are just off the stern, hundreds of them. But what are they doing? Having dinner, my dear. The crew is throwing refuse food overboard. Come, let us go and watch. Oh, please, Mrs. Brandt. Well, Chewpan. All right, for a moment, maybe. I rushed to find Hernando, but far in the galley. Hernando's words confirmed what I was dreading. The curtains are empty, sir. Empty during the fire. But where did the stuff go? What about our men down there? Well, there was too much smoke. They could not see. Go back to the galley, Hernando. I'll see what our friends are up to. I went out on deck. I remember passing a lifeboat in a sudden instinctive mood to ward off the blow, but I wasn't fast enough. When I came to, I was lying in my cabin. The ship's doctor was there. So was Hernando. So was Anne Grant. Well, I'm sure you will be all right, Mr. Brandt. Quite a bump, but if you take it easy. You're not comfortable. Let me loosen your collar here. I wouldn't worry that much about me, Mrs. Grant. One of the crew was storing some gear in a lifeboat. It slipped out of his hands just as you were passing back. Careless of him, wasn't it? Well, I will stop by Lisa, Mr. Brandt. Are you sure you're all right? Then you better get back to your packing, Mrs. Grant. Oh, I have plenty of time. Can't I help you? Hernando can give me a hand. I'll see you later. Yes. Yes, of course. An accident? No. No, I wasn't wanted up there, Hernando. What about the galley? Still no trace of the drugs. It's 5.25. I left Mrs. Grant in the lounge 20 minutes ago. She was going to pack. How did she get here? How did she learn about it? I heard some of the passengers mention your accident when I started back from the galley. Suddenly, the news was all over the sheet. Look, look, we're slowing down. That means the pilot is coming aboard. Let's get down to the galley. Galley apart. No sign of the opium. The kitchen crew wasn't of much help. Half of them couldn't speak English or didn't want to. And then it dawned on me. That garbage that went over the stern. The fire starting just about that time. Brands that are wanting to watch the seagulls. I tore back up the companion weight from Mrs. Grant's cabin. As I reached the deck, Chupin called to me. Mr. Grant. Oh, Mr. Grant. Huh? Oh, well, what's the trouble, Chupin? There is no trouble now, but when I couldn't find you, I was so afraid. You just disappeared. I've been all over the ship looking for you. Well, now, isn't that funny? I was just trying to find you. I want you to do something for me, Princess. I, well, I'd like to talk to Anne alone just for a few minutes. You like her, don't you, Mr. Grant? Yes, yes, I do. Very much. Oh, Mr. Branstad awarded my business address. I won't have time to look for him, so I wrote him a little note. While I'm with Anne, will you take this cabin? Oh, I'll be glad to. And don't forget, come right back here and wait for me. It was a short note. The seagulls didn't get everything, did they? But it was a nice try. I signed my real name barrels. I wanted to be in Mrs. Grant's cabin when Branstad awarded it. Well, hello. Come on in. The cabin's the size. I just wanted to tell you, I won't be able to have dinner with you in Branstad tonight. Oh, that's a shame. Yes, isn't it? So many things I wanted to ask you. Well, we'll all meet his addresses. Oh, but some of this can't wait. For instance, about your past life. My past life? And your husband. Tell me about him. Just like that? Yes. Quite a rough story, wasn't it? Or maybe it wasn't. But the last tear of it, no. Really? You seem so full of his memory in Shanghai. You were going to stay in China to finish his work. His work was something else. Oh, so you approved of that, huh? An engineer believes in building something. The point is, what? We don't at all want to build the same thing. The Japanese High Command, for instance, they want to build one kind of world, and I want to build another. Meaning what? Neaning your husband, Jerome Grant. Quite a coincidence, this snapshot, my picking it up in Egypt. Where did you get it? Where you played governess for Bender Shaw's children. Where your husband was building better irrigation for better poppies. That was his work, helping to make a billion slaves of the next generation. I just want the answer to one question from you. When you were back at the stern watching the seagulls, the opium went overboard with the garbage. It didn't just... didn't it? And if that's your pal, then I'll know for sure. Shall I answer it? Pick up the phone, just say one word, hello, and then give it to me. Hello? It's Shupan. Give it to me. Shupan? I just couldn't wait, Mr. Grant. What did she say? Oh, everything's going fine, Princess. You just wait right there, huh? That wasn't the one, Mrs. Grant. Mr. Barros! Mr. Barros! Come in, Hernando. Branstad, you'd better come, Senor. Stay here, Hernando. Watch her. She's coming, Senor. Hurry! The third fanatic who paid for failure. But Branstad's death told me many things I wanted to know. While the ship's captain was fixing the approximate spot where the opium had been thrown overboard, I was talking by radio to Coast Guard. I asked for boats to meet the cardio as fast as they could get to us. Here's a chart of weather stuck with overboard, Mr. Barros. Within half a mile anyway. A million dollars in opium at the bottom of the ocean. But not for long, Captain. This stunt isn't exactly new. The opium will be in waterproof wrappings and attached to floats. They'll be anchored on ropes, chemically treated. The salt water will gradually eat away the ropes and the floats will bring the drugs to the surface. And you'll be there to pick it up. Yeah, unless somebody else beats us to it. I'll better stand by, Mr. Barros. Those launches will be along the side in no time. I sent three launches. I took Anne Grant with me and Shupan. She wouldn't be separated from us or let her have a way. It was 10 or 12 miles back to the spot. And the question was, would we make it in time? The ropes might have broken already. The stuff picked up and the rest of the gene hawks. Water for the head, Mr. Barros. They're fishing something up out of the water. Well, don't let them get away. I want them alive. But if you've got a chute... I don't like that sound of you, sir. Watch it, ladies. Here we go. They're one. They might have made a run for it, but they tried to save the opium. A few minutes later, they surrendered. But these were workmen, not leaders. Where was Gene Hawks? I looked at the girl in my launch and I had the answer. The prisoners went aboard the other boats. I took the narcotics and with Mrs. Grant and Shupan, we cut away from the others and headed directly for customs. There were two coast guardsmen handling the launch. Their backs were to us, and suddenly... Shuman! No! Get back! What's the idea, Princess? Put the gun down. Tell him to make for a point a mile above Conover Deep. She grabbed his gun. That's famous gun. Did you hear what I said? Better head for shore, boys. A mile above Conover Beacon. That's an order, sir. It's an order. Never heard of Gene Hawks, Mrs. Grant? Gene Hawks? The name that took those narcotics around the world? Never heard of it, huh? No. Amazing. Could be our baby-faced princess here. I am 20 years old. The Chinese girl for the honor and glory of Japan. Time to go faster. The lady says to speed up, Skipper. Well, what are you going to do? Get this stuff ashore? Then what? Let's kill the four of us, won't you? What are you saying? Is it? Gene Hawks would do it without batting an eye. And you had no idea, Mrs. Grant. No. Didn't even know your husband was hired by Japan to grow narcotics. And that you've been chaperoning Gene Hawks ever since Pan Yen. You, the respectable widow of an American killed by Japanese bombs. Didn't know that, huh? Or maybe that isn't how he died at all. Maybe he knew too much. And wasn't the fanatic he should have been. He wasn't, quite. You murdered him. No, you did. With notions of helping China and asking questions, he was told to get rid of you. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, huh? Still had a little feeling for his wife. That weakness licked him, didn't it? Ah, that's the weakness it licked me too. The feeling I had for a helpless little girl. Oh, I was a sucker for that, wasn't I? Your side prays and that kind of thing. Decent human feeling. No use for it yourself except to fake it. But I've been learning fast, Princess, and I learned that lesson just in time. In fact, I had an idea who you were when you got in this boat. Stop lying. You see, after the accident, Mrs. Grant was standing by my bed. But not the warm little girl who liked me so much. Where was she? At the stern watching seagulls. She must have heard about it the same time Mrs. Grant did. What made us so late in coming to find me? And how those lines of suffering in an artist's sketch of a young girl could be the madness of a grown woman. But I wasn't sure yet. So the next step was that note to Branstadder. When he didn't call Mrs. Grant, when he killed himself, that could mean you opened the note on the way, told Branstad that he'd failed and that his services were no longer required. See what I mean, Princess? You can't fake real feelings, not for long. They're the exclusive property of real human beings. Now put on that gun. Come and take it, Mr. Branstad. Yes, yes I will. No, don't. She'll kill you! She'll kill you! Keep pulling the trigger, Princess. Not loaded? Oh, what a shame. What do you know, Mr. Burroughs? Your stunt worked. Yeah, what do you know? Poor little Gene Hawks. Not even one bullet left to kill herself with. Tire up us. An outer New York harbor off Conover Beacon. And that's where another trail began, you might say, because now back in Frisco, I don't have to worry about my roses getting watered. And does it? Like any normal life should. All in all, it's like my boss, Ann Slinger, said today at Lake Success at a meeting of the World's Narcotic Commission of the United Nations. By this time, I hope we have learned a deeper lesson that no boundaries between people are as important as the simple, common, lasting bond of belonging to the human race. And, Paul, here's a sensational bargain for homemakers. The amazing new regal aluminum saucepan. A guaranteed $2 value, now only $1, in the famous Lever Brothers Company by 2 sale. It's the biggest improvement in saucepans in years. Just listen to this. You can drain hot water from food without removing the cover. Just chip the position of the cover and pour off the liquid through tiny holes in the side of the pan. You can't scald your hands or spill food. An indicator tells you at a glance the proper position of the cover for cooking or draining. This self-drain saucepan is a full 2 quart size and made of gleaming, heavy-gauge aluminum. 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I'm going east to rehearse for the play Love for a Stranger and then I'm going to tour in summer stock with it. Then I guess you'll be traveling most of the summer. Yes, and I packed my trunks this morning and I think you may be interested to know that one thing I always put in is an emergency supply of locks plate. I wouldn't be without them. Well, good luck with your tour. Dick, I hear you've joined the Northwest Royal Mounted Police for your newest picture. That's right, Bill. This is our second production of their own company. The story is the bestseller Mrs. Mike, isn't it? And who plays Mrs. Mike? Levern Keys, and she's doing a wonderful job. Any location trips? Well, we had one trip to Sun Valley. It's been so cold here lately, though. We could have shot it in Hollywood Boulevard. Later on, we'll go to the high seers for summer scenes. What play are you producing here next, Mr. Keeley? One of the most unusual dramas the screen has given us in recent years is the 20th Century Fox hit Anna and the King of Siam. And repeating one of her greatest screen performances, we have Irene Dunn. Her co-star, a fine artist you've all been waiting to hear, James Mason. I know everyone in this audience will be back next week to hear the exciting story of Anna and the King of Siam. You'll have another hit, Bill. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. I'm Mr. Lux Flakes. Join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday evening when the Lux Radio Theatre presents Irene Dunn and James Mason in Anna and the King of Siam. This is William Keeley saying good night to you from Hollywood. This is adapted by SH Barnett and our music was directed by Lois Silvers. This is your announcer, John Milton Kennedy, reminding you to join us again next Monday night to hear Anna and the King of Siam starring Irene Dunn and James Mason. 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