 In the name of the law, we bring you another of the thrilling stories in this exciting series, taken from actual police case files. Our story begins on a pier in Los Angeles, California. You're turning to shine and I want to be... Story, madam. You can't warn to all the passengers. It's clear to customers. I must get to Los Angeles. Let me have your bag and check first, ma'am. Oh, the red tape. You have to go through here. Please. This is my trunk, officer. It's open. All right. Yeah, I see your passport, please. I certainly do. Is anything wrong? How long is the customs office? Is there a mistake on my passport? No. Your papers appear to be in order, but your trunk is constructed very oddly. I'll have to bring it in. Oh. Brogan. Brogan, bring this trunk into the office. Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Can you come with me, please? Brogan. Yes, sir. I'll get you powers, please. All right, sir. Sit down, miss. We have to wait for Mr. Powers. Mr. Powers? Who is he? Ed Custon's man of this. Where he is now. Hello, Michael. Brogan, such a wonder man. Yes. This is Miss Wint, chief. Here's your passport. How do you do? How do you do? It's about her cramp. A regular construction. All the drawers are corners cut off, and I thought you'd want to examine it yourself. Yes, yes. That's it? Yeah, that's it. Doesn't look unusual. Where'd you get this trunk, Miss Wint? Where? In the shop in China. Shanghai. Is there anything to matter with it? I don't know yet. As soon as I get all these drawers out, I'll see you. Yeah. I'll just reach in here. Hmm. There is something there. Feel there, Michael? Hmm? Yeah. It feels like some cloth tacked out of the back. Shall I pull it off? Well, it means... Gosh, chief, look. Bags. Dozens of them. That's right, Michael. Good heavens. What are those? You see. Those, Miss Wint, are sacks of narcotics, so I don't know my business. Narcotics? Heroin. We're at $100,000 if it's worth a penny. How did they get there? I can't imagine how it'll... That's what we're going to find out, Miss Wint. And until we do, we'll have to... That is, you'll have to... Oh. She's fainted, chief. Great. Get a doctor. Hurry. She's not fooling you, is she, doctor? No, no fear of that. Miss Wint is a very thick woman, and she knows it. Well, on your advice, I assigned her to a hotel instead of keeping her here in our house of detention. How long before she'll be well, doctor? Well, I can't say. In her condition, well, there's no way of telling when she may be strong enough to leave. Is she strong enough to be questioned? Chief Power's miss Wint is very ill. She's emotionally upset. If you submit her to a rigid examination, she may faint again. Well, let's go into her room. I want to ask her a few questions. I don't advise it, chief. Yes, yes, I know, but I've got to solve this smuggling. All right. This is her room, isn't it? Yeah, 921. The ones on either side, 923 and 919, are occupied by inspectors Raleigh and Graham. You don't take any chances, do you? Not if we can help it. Come on. How is she? All right, I guess. She's been sleeping. No, I'm not asleep. Oh, miss Wint, you're awake. Feeling better? Yes, thank you. Would you like to ask you a few questions of a name? I'll help you all I can. Miss Wint, you told us earlier that you don't know where those sacks of heaven came from. Is that right? Yes. Are you here on business, miss Wint or pleasure? I was commissioned to bring a patient back to Shanghai. I'm a nurse at the Pollen Hospital in China. What's his name? Whose name? A patient. Where does he live? It's a woman. Mrs. Enders is the name-up. I'm supposed to meet her in this hotel. Am I going to call the desk and get Mrs. Enders' room? I want to speak to her now. You, uh, bought your trunk abroad, didn't you? In China. You don't know how that batch of narcotics got in there? Absolutely not. Is Mrs. Enders on the phone? No, chief, she's not registered here. We have no reservation for her either. Hmm. That makes it a little more confusing, doesn't it? Confusing? What do you mean by that? You see, if you're an innocent youth, a smuggling ring, we can't let you go until... Well, until we're convinced that you're innocent. But I am innocent. I tell you, I don't know anything about that, that contraband. I don't think you ought to continue, chief. All right, doctor. We'll leave you now, Miss Wint, but we'll be back later. Come on, Michael and Miss Woodcock. Will you come here a moment, please? Definitely. I want to talk to you outside. What is it, chief powers? I... Riley and Graham are in adjoining rooms. If you have to leave the room for even a moment, be sure the door is locked and be sure you tell them that you're leaving. I can't make this woman out. Yet. She's guilty, she's a great actress. And well, I'm going to uncover the ring that she's working with if it's the last thing I do. Come on, Michael. Our work starts now. We're through, chief. Headquarters. Let's see those receipts again, Michael. You hear that, chief? Hmm. Postal receipts made out to Malia Wint. For letters from Shanghai, mail to... What is this name, anyhow? Let's see. Looks like... Lottleholtz Brandstutter. Palace Hotel, Naples, Italy. Hmm. Would you say you found these? In a suitcase. Have you heard of this man, Brandstutter? No. You're wicked, either. I just checked that. Well, let's see how our friend Miss Wint is feeling today. She ought to be able to tell us who he is and what she mailed to him. She ought to, but will she? Well, come on. We can find that out soon enough. Anything else in her package? Oh, just some papers that seem pretty harmless. Oh, I'll say, chief, I did learn something that may be interesting. What's that? Her father is European, and her mother is Chinese. Hmm. She does look kind of oriental, doesn't she? She sure does. You know, I thought she was Chinese, but I couldn't figure out that name. There's the hotel. Oh, yeah. There's the elevator, Michael. Hang up, please. Hurry, Michael. The elevator is waiting. Come on. Sorry, I heard you play. It's awesome being a little bit cheap and pretty. Uh, lying, please. What'd you see? Two Chinese women over at the desk. Mrs. Enders. Did she? No one. Thank you all, please. Going up. We get off here, chief. Right. Well, uh, tell me, did she ask for Mrs. Enders? No, it was another name, but it sure sounded like Enders. You had me frightened for a minute. I said I thought she said Enders. Wait a minute. Here's the room. 921. It's a funny woodcock, doesn't it, sir? Maybe she forgot the signal. Not her. She's one of the best agents we have. Let me see a strange. I'll try it. No. It's locked, all right. Get out your skeleton. Okay. All right. Here it is. Uh, Mrs. Woodcock. Oh, Mrs. Wendt. Say, what's going on here? Hey, somebody's in there, chief. I hear the shower. Oh, that's why they don't hear me, I guess. There, Mrs. Woodcock. Woodcock. Mrs. Wendt. Open up there, will you? There must be death or something, chief. Open that door, Michael. I don't care who's in there. Hey, jump in your hustle, but she's gone. What? There's nobody here, chief. The shower's runnin', but there's nobody here. Turn it off. I wonder where did she get out of here? There are windows in the bathroom. That one there faces a court. What happened to Woodcock? I don't know, but I'm... I hear some of the door be quiet. Chief Powers, what are you doing here? Never mind what I'm doing. Where were you? I... I just went down to the lobby to see my brother for a moment. Why? Is anything wrong? Where's Mrs. Wendt? Where is... Is she gone? Mrs. Woodcock, tell us the truth. Where's Mrs. Wendt? Oh, goodness sake, chief. I don't know. I tell you, I wasn't gone more than five minutes. Maybe Riley knows what happened. Did you tell him you were leaving? Of course I did. Get Riley here immediately, Michael. Yes, sir. You know what this means, don't you? I... I can't make it out, Chief Powers. How did she get away? I locked the door when I left. It was locked when I arrived, too. Here's Riley, chief. What's up, chief? Plenty. What were you doing next door? Sleeping? What's that? Sleeper. I know I was watching this. You're a great help, Riley, both you and Woodcock. All you have to do is watch a sick woman. What happens? She walks out on you, right under your nose. What? Well, how in the world is... Never mind that stuff. Tell me, did you know Woodcock was leaving? Sure, I did. About ten minutes ago, that's here, brother. Then what happened? They went and called me and asked you to take a shower. How did she know you were next door watching her? I don't know. Oh, I figured one of you told her. I've seen dumb agents before, but you take the cake, Riley. She asked if she could take a shower. Well, I heard the water running. I figured you... You figured you couldn't figure one-on-one. Come on, Michael, we're going back to the office. You, Riley, and you, Woodcock, get busy and see if you can find out what happened with this wet woman. Yes, sir. All right, chief. Michael, call the office and have them send someone to make it Kruger. I want to tail Riley and Woodcock. Take her no chances. When you're through, come back to headquarters and we'll get to work. I'll get an idea. Yes, sir. You see a young woman about so tall and Chinese-looking leave this hotel? Mr. Iane had a fair since the Chinese built the Great Wall. Did a young Chinese woman come through here? I can't tell you, ma'am. Thousands of chinks past here. Did you set on your railroad ticket to a young woman? A million sevens. What'd she look like and where'd she go? I don't know where she's heading, but she's far Chinese. It's kind of a fun. About five feet, two ways, but I'll let you know. See you in hell, ma'am. How long has it been in front of this hotel? About half an hour, ladies. You see a Chinese woman leave that hotel? No, ladies. Hey, what is it? Sorry, I haven't got all day. What do you have, sir? Went to the north. I saw some lady chink come out of that hotel. I told her I ain't had a fair. Say, what's the idea running away that way? I don't know if a Chinese girl came this way. Nothing. I see nuts in my day, but I never... Young Chinese woman. You know if they've got any leads? Don't look that way, eh? Oh, nothing. I don't know if Woodcock are okay, I guess. Did they get any dope about the wind drill? No. Looks like she sure flew the coupe all right. What? Flew the coupe, eh? Well, maybe you're right, Michael. Hello. It's Chief Powers. It's me, Cunningham. Yeah. Hello, Cunningham. It's Powers. Listen, put this on the air immediately. I want it sent to all planes, particularly those heading east to New York. Here it is. Look for young woman, attractive. Height about 5 feet 2. Weight about 1.5... 421. Hello, 421. Look for young woman, Chinese. Height 5 feet 2. Weight 1.15. Air dark. 2. Weight 1.15. C14. Hello, C14. Report if you have young Chinese woman passengers. Height 5 feet 2. If our young bird is flying, we'll get it before long. What next, Chief? Michael, do you remember that postal receipt that you found in Wenz baggage? That one from Shanghai to a man in Naples named Branstetter. We're going to try to find Mario went through him. I don't get you. Well, if that woman is innocent, the chances are that Branstetter is only a friend. But if Wenz is a member of a smuggling ring, the chances are that Branstetter is one too. Oh, I see what you mean now. I'm going to try to find out where Branstetter is. I'm going to get Wenz when she tries to meet him. My guess is she's heading his way now. You're a little optimistic, aren't you? No. Just determined. Come on. Where to? The wireless room. We're going to take a little trip around the world. Oh. Oh, really? We'd take every cab driver around the hotel. Everyone we could find. None of them saw any one that even looked like the Wenz girl. Yeah, I know. You know. How did you find out, Chief? Finding out is my job, Woodcock. Yours is losing, I guess. Come on, Michael. If anyone wants us, we're in the wireless room. Why not the way to it, Chief? Yes, I may need you. You're sort of rubbing it into Riley and Woodcock, aren't you? Yes, I am. But they deserve it all right. There's an often we get one of these birds red-handed like this. But when we do, well, we like to keep them awhile. That girl must be laughing up her sleeve. I wonder how she got out of that room. Well, that was easy. She just turned on the shower and Riley wasn't able to hear her open the door. Yeah, but, oh, there's the wireless room, Chief. Hello, Chief. I suppose you want to know what we've got on that radio place, the airline. Do you hear anything yet? Not yet. Come again. I've got something that must go out of me, do you think, huh? We found two postal receipts in Maria Wenz's bag, for letters sent to a man named... Now, get this down. Yes, sir. Lothl-Holz Brandstetter. Right, okay. Now, we don't know who this fellow is, but I have a hunch that Wenz may try to contact him. If she does, we'll nab her. And if this man is mixed up in smuggling dope, too, well, that'll be fine. I understand, Chief. Hey, you forgot to tell him the letters were mailed to Naples, Chief. Oh, yes, that's right. All right, Cunningham, get going. Send a wireless to Naples and try to locate this man. We'll stand by. Yes, sir. Now, let's see. Our office there is... Yeah, it is 437. Naples, 437. Naples, 437. Naples, 437. United States Customs Calling. Information required. Lothl-Holz Brandstetter. Residing Naples. When did he live there, Chief? Well, the receipts are dated January 1936 and sent to the Palace Hotel. Right. Residing Naples Palace Hotel. January 1936. Reply immediate, please. U.S. Los Angeles, 188. U.S. Los Angeles, 188. How much longer do you think we'll have to wait, Cunningham? Yeah, not long. Well, I hope they get a line on them. If they do, will you advise arrest? No. I want them tailed until we pick up the trailer and muddy a whim. Then we wait. There's the answer. Palace Hotel. Hey, Archie. Looks like Brandstetter is heading for New York right in your lap. Come on, we're flying to New York. Thanks, Cunningham. Yeah, not at all. Hey, Michael. Yes, sir? Get Raleigh Woodcock. Come up for your docks. You, Raleigh, and you, Woodcock, hang around the pier, mingle with the crowd, and look for Wint. Yes, sir. If you spot her, don't let her take another shower. Yes, sir. You are. There she is, sir. Hold on now. Be careful. Hold on. You are Captain Archway. Yes, sir. I received your message. Right this way, sir. I think so. His captain is on this deck. All right there, sir. Thirty-one. Is he in there now? I believe so, sir. Thank you, Captain. Will you need any help? I don't think so. I think we can handle him all right. All right, sir. I'll go on deck. We're docking in a few minutes. I wonder if Raleigh Woodcock have had me luck. I hope so. Well, bet they do, too. Do you think the stay must went? What is there to say? Plenty before we're through with you. Come on. I guess there's no use now. Absolutely not. Innocent women don't escape from custody. You might as well tell us everything, Miss Wendt. Sure, what's the difference? I'm sick, you know that. The doctors say I won't live another year. I'm sorry you're sick, Miss Wendt, but you will have to... Yes, yes. I'll have to take the consequences, just the same. Well, I don't know how I got away with it as long as I did. You've been smuggling dope for a long time? Long time, sure, years. I thought I'd never be caught till I met you. Where'd you get that heroin? In Shanghai. We stole them from the hospital. Which one? What difference does it make? Which hospital, Miss Wendt? Pauling Hospital. You got that, Michael? Yeah, right, Chief. Miss Wendt, how'd you escape from that hotel? That, that was easy. I turned on the shower, then I phoned a friend in the hotel. It came up and opened my door. That was all. Yeah, well, who was your friend? A Chinese woman that I met. Did you stuff with the desk on your wheel? Sure, for a moment, I thought I'd die. You didn't recognize me, no funny clothes. So that was you, huh? Miss Wendt, who stole the narcotics from the Pauling Hospital? I don't know. I received my instructions from someone. Who? Some man. Ryan Stutter? Yes, how did you know? Well, you won't receive any more instructions from him. You, you arrested him. Better than that. He's dead. He's dead? You killed him. No, he shot himself. He, he shot himself. He's dead. I won't ever see him again. Oh no, you killed him. You killed him. Chief US versus Mario Wendt. Remember that case? Remember it? How can I ever forget it? You know, Chief, she was lucky to be deported. Lucky? I don't know about that. She won't live another year. What difference does it make where she's buried? Yeah, I guess you're right. Remember how she passed out when you told her Branstead had killed himself? Why not? Didn't she admit later she was going to marry him? Hmm. She certainly was head over heels in love with him. Yeah, but that sure was a big price to pay for love, all right? Yeah. That love affair with a little smuggling on the side cost two lives, maybe a third. Branstead and the superintendent of that Shanghai hospital killed themselves when they knew they were caught. And our shipboard beauty who almost got away with it is probably dead by now. Three lives for smuggling dope. Hmm. Gee. Gives me the shivers to even think of it. Yeah. Like a cold shower, Ed, chief. And just as triumph in the name of the law.