That's enough, Charlie.
What'd he do that last mile in, Doc?
- You didn't seen any jackrabbits pass him, did you?
Maybe we should've sent him to the Olympic Games instead of his son Lee.
- Yeah. - If son Lee win 100-meter swimming race...
chest expand two inches more.
Well, as long as it's your chest and not your waistline, it's all right.
Show him how you can touch the floor with your fingers, Charlie.
That's enough.
Well, you're all right until next year's physical examination, Charlie.
You won't be retired this year. Hello. Who's going fishing?
Charlie. I'm lending him my tackle. Do you know what this is?
Sure. That's a Waikiki spinner. Say, that's a beauty, eh?
But he'll need a good heavy line with that.
What do you think he's going fishing for- whales? He needs a light silk line.
Oh, you're talking through your hat.
What-What line do you prefer, Charlie?
Oh, just piece of string with hook on one end, optimist on other.
A good combination at that.
But honorable chief recommend latest scientific implement...
to catch unwary fish.
Well, good luck to you. But I know you'll get 'em...
even if you have to bring 'em in with handcuffs.
Thank you so much, but this time "fish-hunt," not manhunt.
Well, good-bye, boys.
Good-bye.
Hey, Pop!
Oh, excuse me. I thought my pop was alone. How do you do, Mr. Scott?
Well, son, what are you all steamed up about?
Junior son Charlie most anxious to start on fishing trip.
Yeah, and I bought a book on how to catch 'em- The Fisherman's Guide.
Good idea. If don't catch fish...
book provide excellent fish story.
Ah, we'll catch 'em all right.
Gee, that's swell tackle! Look at it sparkle.
Good fisherman, like clever merchant, know lure of bright colors.
But suppose the fish are color-blind?
Answer that, Charlie.
Well, in that case, perhaps guidebook give address of good fish market.
But anyone could tell a store fish...
because it hasn't got the marks of a barbed hook in its mouth.
Fear number two son, like older brother Lee...
develop symptoms of detective.
Ah, I can beat Lee at detecting right now.
Gee, look at that big new plane up there!
That's the Hopkins ship. They're making a test flight for the government...
demonstrating a new way of handling a plane by remote radio control.
Oh, I know. Like they do with battleships...
so they can send them out to fight without any men on board.
Would be greatest blessing...
if all war fought with machinery instead of human beings.
Hello. Hello.
3,000 altitude. Shall I switch over to radio control?
No. Wait for instructions.
I believe, Colonel, if we keep the plane in sight of the field in the preliminary test...
it'll be better for observation.
That's a good idea, Mr. Cartwright.
Unfortunately, Masters, my regular test pilot, injured his shoulder.
We had to substitute Edwards, and he's not so familiar with the robot.
What is the operating radius of the device, Mr. Hopkins?
That's undetermined. In previous inventions...
transmission of the radio control wave was affected by static.
But in Mr. Cartwright's device, we've successfully overcome that.
We can direct a plane over a charted course as long as the motors function.
Well, it sounds all right.
That's why I'm putting all my resources back of it, Commander. I believe in it.
I know what a powerful weapon it would be in the hands of an enemy.
- That's why I want our government to control it. - Are you ready, Mr. Cartwright?
Ready. Hello? Hello, Edwards. Switch over.
Okay.
She's on, sir.
The plane is now under radio control from the board here.
Have you any special test in mind, Colonel?
- Take her to 6,000 feet and bank while climbing. - Yes, sir.
Look at that plane climb!
It's probably under radio control now.
Remarkable achievement of science-
body perform work while brain detached.
I'm sure glad you can't go fishing by radio.
Huh? Gentle hint. Come on.
Hello? Hello, Edwards. How's she riding?
Smooth as silk, Mr. Cartwright.
There's a strong wind drift from the south, but stabilization is perfect.
Why, Dick, what are you doing here?
I've been watching that plane because I thought you were up there flying it.
No. I knocked my shoulder out this morning.
I didn't want to risk anything going wrong in the test, so I bowed out.
- But everything will go off all right, I guess. - Well, I hope so.
Hello, Edwards. Watch yourself. Power dive.
Okay, let her go.
That's good enough for me. Pull her up.
Cartwright, she's heading out to sea. Bring her back.
- She's out of my control! - The plane isn't out of the pilot's control.
- Order Edwards to return! - Hello, hello, Edwards!
Edwards! Hello! The phone's dead.
He's deliberately making off with the plane.
Get out another ship and take after him.
Hello. This is Mr. Hughes.
Oh, Pan American Airways.
Yes, I'll use my reservation on tomorrow's Clipper for San Francisco.
Thank you.
Calling all United States and commercial craft in Hawaiian waters.
Watch for monoplane, number NC203R.
Report immediately any information to Pearl Harbor Naval Base.
News flash! No trace yet of the plane which vanished mysteriously 48 hours ago.
Were plane and pilot swallowed by the sea?
Or is their disappearance a part of a daring spy plot?
Government agencies are making every effort to solve the riddle...
and expect to have an answer at any moment.
And expect to have an answer at any moment.
- More later. - Gee, Pop...
they're having as hard a time finding that plane as we are catching fish.
Fish in sea like flea on dog-
always present but difficult to catch.
Maybe we'll have better luck here. I'll take a look around.
Hey, Pop, come here quick! Hurry up!
Right down there. Look.
"NC203R."
Undoubtedly the missing plane.
Run to nearest telephone and notify authorities.
Okay, Pop.
Get a shot over there. Stand out of the way.
Hey, kids, get down from there.
Will you come in a minute, gentlemen?
There's our answer- deliberate theft.
The ordinary mechanism is intact...
but the most important part of the device is missing.
And so is the pilot.
Yes, with an invention any foreign power would pay millions to get.
Instrument could be duplicated without aid of original plan?
Easily- by taking it apart and copying it.
Edwards knew that. That's why he stole it.
Well, he certainly took a long chance setting the plane down on the edge of the water.
Oh, no, he didn't. Tell him what you found in my fisherman's guidebook, Pop.
Fisherman's guidebook show lowest tide of season...
was Tuesday at 11:00 a.m.
Half-hour earlier same day, plane disappear from Honolulu.
With tide out, hard sand beach...
make excellent landing field.
But unless there was an accident in landing, how do you account for the fire?
Evidence that device was carefully removed...
prove fire started later.
Pilot Edwards wear flying suit while testing plane?
No, just flannel shirt and trousers.
Here, Pop!
Tell him about this zipper we found.
Long zipper of type used on flying suit...
suggest that plane have other passenger besides test pilot Edwards.
That's impossible. The plane was inspected before it left the field.
No one besides Edwards could've been aboard.
I'm no detective, but it's apparent to me...
the pilot stole the device and tried to burn the plane to cover the theft.
He's right. The man we want is Edwards.
In nearby lagoon have already located murdered body...
of unfortunate pilot Edwards.
Gee, Pop, you never told me that!
The idea is ridiculous. No one could possibly have hidden aboard the plane.
I inspected it myself just before it took off.
There you are, Charlie.
- How soon before, please? - Not more than five minutes.
- Any workmen in vicinity? - A few.
Possible, then, for man to hide in plane after inspection?
Yes, it would be. But I'll soon find out.
I'll check every man that was on the field at the time.
- Would you like to question them yourself, Mr. Chan? - Not necessary.
May examine time cards, please?
Certainly.
I'm at a loss to understand this.
All our mechanics are brought here from the Mainland. They're old and trusted employees.
Were they all here on the morning of the test?
No, only the ground crew. The installation was complete...
and I gave the shop force the day off.
Most strange.
- What is it, Charlie? - Note.
Stamp of Monday night on time cards, light ink.
But stamp of Tuesday morning in heavy ink.
Well, there's nothing strange about that.
The timekeeper must've changed the ribbon.
Quite correct. But notice peculiar circumstance.
Here is card of one man who finish work on Monday night...
yet stamped with heavy ink of Tuesday.
So it is. That proves this fellow stamped his card Tuesday, or somebody did it for him.
Also could establish alibi for man who remain on field Monday night...
to conceal self in test plane.
- Whose card is that? - Name: Miller.
Address: Tropic Hotel.
You're sure Miller didn't sleep here Monday night?
I know he didn't. But he was here Tuesday...
and that's the last I've heard from him.
Disturb nothing, please.
Mr. Miller have lady visitor Tuesday evening?
I should say not! I don't stand for carrying-on in my house.
Very commendable precaution.
But observe.
Hairs from white fox fur...
indicate fashionable lady visitor sit here...
while talking with someone opposite.
Well, no woman came in here without me knowing it.
Evident bird of fine plumage escape sharp eye of eagle.
You say you saw Miller on Tuesday night?
Didn't say I saw him, but I know he was in.
I put a telephone call through for him to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel about 8:00.
- Who was call to? - I don't listen in on my guests' telephone conversations.
Unfortunate not to break rule on this occasion.
Anyone connected with the aviation company live at the Royal Hawaiian?
I do, Cartwright does, and so does Masters.
Masters? Isn't that the pilot who was supposed to fly the test?
Yes.
Presence of wine glasses...
suggest hospitality offered to lady of white fox fur.
But not used.
And no wine visible.
I don't allow drinking either.
Excellent reason to conceal forbidden fruit.
Perhaps in closet.
Miller!
Unfortunately dead.
And that telephone call to the Royal Hawaiian...
involves either Hopkins, Cartwright or Masters.
Involves either Hopkins, Cartwright or Masters.
What about the gal- the one with the white fox fur?
One more crack, and very bright junior son walk home.
Excuse me, Pop.
Well, whoever murdered Miller stole the invention to peddle to some foreign government.
Quite correct. But Honolulu make very poor market.
We'll check every ship that's put out of here since 8:00 Tuesday night.
Perhaps murderer make more speedy exit-
use flying ship to reach Mainland.
The Clipper left here Wednesday at 2:00...
the day after the device was stolen.
- Pan American office. - Okay, Chief.
Here's the passenger list.
Richard Masters!
- Is that the Masters connected with Hopkins Aviation Company? - Yes, it is.
Recall if Mr. Masters arrive at dock alone?
No, he came in our car from the Royal Hawaiian Hotel with a lady.
Notice only one lady on passenger list-
Miss Yvonne Roland.
- Wear white fox fur? - Yes, she did.
Police headquarters. It may not be too late to check on them at the other end.
Hello. Chief Scott speaking. Contact San Francisco Police...
and ask for a tracer on Richard Masters and Yvonne Roland.
Arrived on yesterday's Clipper.
Hey, Pop! White fox fur.
Now positively walk home.
There's nothing suspicious about Masters leaving on the Clipper.
He's a member of the American Olympic team.
He had to fly back in time to make his boat from New York to Germany.
Well, that seems to alibi Masters.
Then the call Miller made to the Royal Hawaiian at 8:00 Tuesday night...
must have been to the woman.
- But 8:00 Tuesday night Miller called me. - What about?
His return ticket to Los Angeles.
Our workmen are leaving tomorrow. I asked Mr. Hopkins to send the ticket to his hotel.
Quite correct. Found same in Mr. Miller's mailbox.
Here. Look at this passenger list. See if you recognize any of these names.
Yes, here's one. Now I know who's guilty of these crimes.
- Who? - Arthur Hughes.
He's a notorious filibuster who's made a fortune selling arms...
to revolutionists in every part of the world.
From the time I had Cartwright's invention, he's been after me to sell it.
If I'd known he'd followed me to Honolulu...
I'd have suspected him at once.
Charlie, see if you can get any information on this fellow Hughes.
Have already investigated all passengers on Clipper.
For past two weeks, Mr. Hughes guest at Royal Hawaiian Hotel.
That's funny, Mr. Hopkins.
You both have been at the same hotel, yet you didn't know he was in Honolulu.
- Whether you believe it or not, I didn't. - Excuse, please.
Truth, like football, receive many kicks before reaching goal.
Wouldn't it be advisable to trace Hughes immediately?
That's up to Mr. Scott. We're leaving on tomorrow's Clipper...
and I'll put the matter in the hands of the San Francisco Police.
Coming, Cartwright?
Thank you, gentlemen, for the help you've given us.
- I'm not so sure the guilty man isn't walking out right now.
His story about Hughes was altogether too pat.
K.G.P.D. Coming in.
- Hello? - San Francisco on the air, Chief.
Send it through.
San Francisco Police...
reporting tracer on Richard Masters and Yvonne Roland.
Both left Oakland Airport 9:30 Thursday morning...
on transcontinental plane for New York.
Regarding later request on Arthur Hughes...
this passenger removed to emergency hospital under influence of powerful drug.
Recovered sufficiently to leave hospital in two hours.
Destination as yet unknown. That is all.
How did that Hughes information happen to come through?
Took liberty of requesting same.
Yes, sir?
Contact New York for follow-up on Masters and the Roland woman. Get a tracer on Hughes.
Mr. Hughes now become mysterious needle in hay pile.
Honolulu calling San Francisco Police.
A follow-up on that Clipper tracer-
Mr. Scott, did you get anything on-
Lady of white fox fur?
That is purpose of visit?
No, sir. I brought you down a pot of tea and some sandwiches.
Oh.
Consideration for paternal stomach most unusual.
Yeah. You know, I've been thinking it over, and I've got a theory.
Oh, you have theory?
Suggest you go home, sleep on same.
Meanwhile advise honorable mother...
am waiting for important message from New York.
Okay, Pop.
But I'll bet it's the gal with the white fox fur.
Yes? Here comes the dope on that Honolulu tracer.
Get ready to pass it on to San Francisco.
Yes? They're on the steamship Manhattan.
Your work must be intensely interesting.
You know, shortwave radios always fascinated me.
- Oh, really? - We get excellent reception in Honolulu.
Oh, I pick up the Islands on the shortwave sometimes.
Well, I wonder-
But you're so busy.
Oh, no, not at all. In fact- Well, I-I mean, not right now anyway.
Come on in, and I'll see if I can get something for you.
Two minutes of 9:00.
San Francisco coming in.
San Francisco Police reporting tracer from New York on Masters and Roland.
Here's something now. San Francisco Police talking to Honolulu.
Both sailed on steamship Manhattan for Berlin.
Boat left New York 11:00 tonight.
Regarding other inquiry-Arthur Hughes had reservation on same vessel but missed sailing.
Followed in tug to Sandy Hook and boarded ship there.
That is all.
Oh, that was marvelous. Just as clear as we get it at home. Thank you.
Oh, that's all right, Miss Roland. It's a pleasure.
- Ah, you're so nice. Good night. - Good night.
Come in again.
Hughes, Yvonne Roland and Masters-
all on the steamship Manhattan.
Say, that's the boat your son Lee's on...
the one that's taking the American Olympic team to Berlin.
The same. Berlin now attract many foreign visitors.
Offer excellent opportunity for spies of all countries to operate without suspicion.
That's the very place the thief could easily dispose of the robot.
Charlie, Lee is going to meet his pop in Berlin.
Well, aren't you surprised?
Suspected same.
Have already sent note in tea basket...
for honorable wife to pack traveling bag.
Well, they've got a big start on you.
Their boat docks in Hamburg in seven days.
Race not always won by man who start first.
Please.
Will leave tomorrow in company with Hopkins and Cartwright on Clipper.
Honolulu- 18 hours to Mainland.
Then transcontinental plane from San Francisco.
Thirteen hours across country to New York.
Take Zeppelin Hindenberg from Lakehurst, New Jersey...
across Atlantic Ocean to Friedrichshafen, 61 hours.
It's fortunate we haven't been delayed.
We'll be on the dock in Hamburg when the Manhattan arrives.
I still think we should have radioed the steamship to have their baggage searched.
Good hunter never warn tiger of trap.
Oh, observe below- steamship Manhattan.
- Boy, is that some sausage! - Say, that thing really travels fast too!
- How many people does it carry? - How should I know?
Gee, would I like a ride in that!
Why didn't they send us over in it?
There's no second class on an airship.
Oh, excuse me, Betty.
- Oh, that's all right, Lee. - As my pop would say...
"Man who stretch neck looking up very apt to break neck falling down."
- Have you seen Dick Masters? - Well, I- Oh, he must be somewhere around.
Now, don't try to cover up. I know. He's with Miss Roland, isn't he?
Now, Betty, don't you worry about that.
Oh, I'm not. Don't think I'm jealous.
Only... I'd like to throw that slinky brunette overboard.
I wouldn't have said anything if you hadn't mentioned it, Betty...
but I've got a theory about that woman.
She's an adventuress.
- What? - Shh. Come over here.
You know, I'm a pretty good detective, and I observe things.
Well, there's another fellow on the boat watches everything she does...
especially when she's with Dick.
- What for? - Well, I have a theory on that too.
As my pop would say, " When a woman play with fire, man get burned."
Or something like that.
Well, what are you two conspiring about?
Oh, hello, Dick. Fancy meeting you here.
- Hadn't you noticed I was on the boat? - Occasionally.
I suppose I have been monopolizing Dick's company...
but I am so interested in all you athletes.
Radiogram for you, Miss Roland.
Oh, thank you. Will you excuse me?
Would you mind posing for a photo, Mr. Masters?
I am so interested in all you big athletes.
Aw!
Oh, that's swell. Hold it.
- Say, let me carry that for you. - Go on!
Say, Betty, how's chances taking our picture?
Come on, gang. Let's all get in on it.
Hey, Charlie. Come on, Francis. You want your picture taken?
Oh, let me have a picture of all of you.
- Really, I'd rather- - Oh, please. I'd love to have one. Go on.
Get off of my leg. Come on, guys.
Come on, Betty.
Back a little further, please.
I'll fix it for you. How's that?
I'll be right back.
So sorry.
- Thanks, Betty. - I'll have the films developed for you this afternoon.
- Oh, never mind. I'll do it. - But I want some extra prints.
It'll be no trouble, really. I'll see you later, Dick.
Well, we'd better clean up for lunch.
Am I having lunch with you and Miss Roland?
- No, you're lunching with me alone, you pest. - Oh!
Meet you in five minutes.
Psst. Betty.
I was right. She is an adventuress.
She has a husband. Look.
Where did you get this?
That fellow Hughes swiped it out of her book, and I got it from him.
I'll bet he's her husband's private detective getting evidence for a divorce.
If she gets Dick in trouble, I'll tear her apart.
- I think I'll do it right now. - Wait a minute, Betty.
As my pop would say, " Sugar catch more flies than hamburger steak."
Or something like that.
But you stick with them. Don't leave Dick alone with her for a second.
That Roland gal is going to think I'm her Siamese twin.
- And leave everything else to me. - Right.
Most excellent view of stadium for Olympic Games.
Very interesting. But I'm more concerned with the business that brought us here.
Useless to sprinkle salt on tail of time.
Must wait until Manhattan dock tomorrow.
We received your radio at sea last night, Inspector Strasser.
No one has yet gone ashore.
The three passengers you mentioned have been carefully watched.
- Has any baggage been taken ashore? - Nothing yet, sir.
Mr. Cartwright is standing by in Customs to identify the device.
Exactly. You see, Mr. Chan, German methods are very thorough.
Have greatest admiration for well-known efficiency.
Suggest we interview Miss Roland immediately.
Yes, sir.
- Miss Roland in her room? - Yes, sir.
Recommend use of key.
It looks as though the Roland woman met the same fate as Miller.
It is forbidden to touch anything. Shut the door.
When was lady last seen?
When she came from the deck to her stateroom shortly before midnight.
The steward has been on guard ever since.
- Anyone visit room? - No, sir.
No one has come in or out since I've been on duty.
Then someone was waiting here when she entered.
- Did you hear any unusual noise? - No, sir.
Then he must have made very short work of her.
And this is probably the weapon he used.
The dent was caused by a heavy blow.
And that clock establishes the time when the crime was committed-
at precisely 17 minutes after 12:00.
Excuse me, sir. I was near the door then, and I didn't hear anything.
You were probably asleep. That's enough. You can go.
- May examine, please? - Certainly.
What was the location of the ship at 17 minutes after 12:00?
About 20 miles off the mouth of the Elbe River.
We were proceeding slowly in a heavy fog.
Exactly. Conditions were perfect for the murderer to dispose of the body.
You see? The porthole is still open.
He then searched the room, found the stolen object...
and escaped without detection.
A perfect reconstruction, Inspector Strasser.
Exactly.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
- I thought this was Miss Roland's cabin. - Hughes!
Well, this is a surprise.
I never expected to meet you here, Hopkins.
There's the man we want. The woman was his accomplice.
When he thought they had the device safely in Germany, he murdered her as he did Miller.
That's a very neat plot. It suggests an author's perfect knowledge of events.
When were you in this stateroom last?
I'm sorry, but I've never enjoyed the privilege of Miss Roland's intimate company.
Then explain, please, importance of recovering cigarette lighter from table.
Oh, I did that rather awkwardly, didn't I?
But I'm sure I can explain it. I was on deck last night with Miss Roland.
I offered my lighter for her cigarette. She failed to return it.
- I dropped in to pick it up. - Well, you must think we're all fools.
I'm not acquainted with the other gentlemen.
I demand his arrest!
Pardon, please. No occasion for arrest.
What do you mean?
Sorry to explode theory of brother officer...
but no evidence of murder here.
One moment, please.
Observe.
Dent in water carafe...
fit round knob on post of bed... so.
Note, please, varnish chipped on same.
Exactly!
Also took liberty to examine fingerprints on neck of bottle.
Match lady's fingerprint on glass top of dresser perfectly.
Mr. Chan, this is extraordinary.
But I have the solution.
The woman arranged all this herself...
so she could get ashore with the stolen device and escape pursuit.
Congratulations, Herr Inspector.
We'll have her in custody in 24 hours.
Well, since you have no further need for me, I'll-
No, you don't. I want this fellow's baggage searched.
You're overplaying your hand, Hopkins.
- But if the police wish it, I shan't object. - Exactly.
And I'll arrange for the release of the other passengers and baggage.
Can join you on dock later?
Hello.
Pop! Gee!
What are you doing here?
Please explain first most unceremonious entrance.
I was going to make an investigation here.
I came over the rail so no one could see me.
- Still playing tricks of detective? - Yeah, I'm hot on a case.
The woman who has this cabin is an adventuress, and she's got a husband...
and he's got a private detective named Hughes on this boat watching her.
Now she's trying to hook Dick Masters.
And Betty- that's Dick's sweetheart- is all upset about it.
I said I'd straighten it out.
Suspect recent activities of swimming caused water on brain.
No, sirree. I tell you, this is the real thing.
There isn't a murder yet, but I'm sure glad you're here.
You can help me. Take a look at this radiogram her husband sent her.
Hey, what's happened here?
Object of hot case make mysterious disappearance.
Don't worry, Pop. With you helping me, I'll find her.
Look! Here's a swell clue!
Her white fox fur!
Have heard enough of white fox fur.
Gee, Pop, why didn't you radio me what was going on?
- I could've had the case closed by the time you got here. - Modesty most commendable.
Well, you and I could've handled it better than that foreign cop.
All Strasser is doing is sitting back there and getting Hopkins's and Cartwright's life story.
- At least we got a clue. - White fox fur?
No. That radiogram.
Only thing I can't figure out is where the husband fits in.
Suspect husband, like toupee on bald head...
used for cover-up.
Message really very simple. Observe.
Read every fourth word.
"Your followed. Boat waiting. Cuxhaven. "
Cuxhaven! That must be where she went overboard...
and her pals had a boat waiting to pick her up.
And she got away with the invention.
Most improbable lady would risk injury to delicate device...
by bath in salt water.
But what could she do with it?
Perhaps accomplice smuggle same ashore.
Well, it wasn't Dick Masters, because Strasser searched everything he had.
Lady have contact with other athletes?
No. Only Betty Adams, and- Say, I got it!
She borrowed Betty's camera, and she didn't give it back till last night.
Maybe she hid it in there and Betty carried it ashore.
- Possible. - But Betty's on a special train ahead of us.
Say, Pop, we gotta do something.
If Betty has it, those crooks'll be after her.
Come in, please.
Excuse me, Mr. Chan. I dropped in to thank you...
for helping me out of that situation this morning.
Very happy to be of service. But situation in your favor that time.
That's fair enough.
- Sit down, please. - Thank you.
I'd like to repay you by giving you a tip.
You'll be much safer if you spend your time in Berlin enjoying the Olympic Games.
All play and no work make Charlie Chan very dull policeman.
I wonder if you've been smart enough to figure out who killed Miller.
Perhaps you... have answer.
I think in the final showdown, you'll ask Mr. Hopkins.
Well, I must be going.
I got him, Pop! Help me!
Please to release too active number one son.
Well, you must pardon my rough tactics...
but I saw a rifle barrel in the car driving on the road beside us.
Now humble turn of Charlie Chan to be grateful.
Thank you so much.
When we meet again, we'll start even?
Say, that guy's too smart.
He timed the shot almost to a second.
But I'm awfully glad he pushed you out of the way of that bullet.
Humble parent seem to have fortunate fate of cat with nine lives.
I just want you to keep the one you have now.
And I'm sticking with you to see that nothing happens.
Correction, please. Will personally deliver you to Uncle Sam at Olympic Village.
- But, Pop- - Also have desire to interview Miss Betty Adams...
to learn if she used camera for picture-taking this morning.
Gee, that's right. If she did, she discovered the invention in there.
Now reveal intelligent mind of good detective.
Thanks, Pop. We sure make a swell team, don't we?
Hmm.
So this is Berlin.
- I've never seen so many bicycles in my life! - Shucks, what a reception!
Hey, someone swiped my camera!
- How do you say stop in German? - Hey, "stoppa" the bus!
- Arrestez-vous! - Halta la machina!
- It's empty. - I should've known better.
Gosh, I wanted that camera to get some pictures of the Games.
Gee, this isn't so bad.
I think I'll take that bed by the window.
Say, I wonder how you ask for a shampoo and a finger wave in German.
I wonder how you ask for something to eat.
It would be better if you girls would see the head matron now...
to arrange for your seats in the dining hall.
That's me. I'm starved.
- I could eat a 16-pound shot. - Well, come on.
- Let's all sit together. - I wonder where that sauerkraut emporium is.
One moment, please.
May examine contents of basket?
It is nothing. The girl athletes are forbidden candy.
I have taken it to report to the matron.
Would be most happy to save you trouble.
Hand it over!
Will identify, please.
- That's it! - At last!
And it hasn't been tampered with.
It's been a long trail, Mr. Chan.
Last step ease toil of most difficult journey.
I'll take it.
Recommend immediate delivery to American Consul.
Life in danger while device in your possession.
Well, that's a chance I'll have to take.
My responsibility's greater now than at home. I'll take charge of it.
- Come away from that window! - Look out! The police are here!
Who was in that car?
Take her away.
We'll find out who her accomplices are.
I should think that's obvious.
The Roland woman was associated with Masters, and the device was in his sweetheart's luggage.
I'll report this to the American Olympic Committee at once!
- Do you know this Masters? - Certainly. He worked for me.
Mr. Chan?
Your son Lee told me you were here searching my luggage for some stolen invention.
Yes, and we found it.
- What? - Excuse, please.
Miss Roland visit your room last night on boat to return camera?
Yes, she did. I was packing, and she insisted on helping me.
I suppose she hid the robot in your baggage without your knowing anything about it.
If that's where you found it, she must have.
You needn't look at me like that. I'm telling the truth.
I think you're trying to protect Masters.
The authorities will settle that.
You won't need the authorities. Dick'll settle it himself.
Perhaps we've been a little hasty.
Hasty accusation like long shot on horse race. Odds good, but chances doubtful.
Very obvious now why Miss Roland borrow camera-
give her excuse to visit stateroom...
and conceal candy box with device in Miss Betty's luggage.
She certainly knew what she was doing.
The customs officials hardly looked at the luggage of the Olympic athletes.
When I get that matron down to headquarters, she'll tell where the Roland woman is.
Very commendable, but must not forget immediate danger.
Power behind Miss Roland will lose no time in attempt to regain most valuable robot.
Exactly.
And while you remain in Berlin, I'll see to your police protection, Mr. Hopkins.
- Excellent idea, Inspector. - All right, gentlemen. I'll drive you to your hotel.
Excuse, please. Prefer to remain at Olympic Village...
for visit with son Lee.
- May use telephone, please? - Certainly.
Thank you so much.
Sure. Mr. Romeo, lady-killer. Just because that banjo-eyed brunette looks at you...
- you go for her like you're trying to break a world record. - Forget it, will ya, Betty?
How did I know what was going on? I only tried to be nice.
You were. You couldn't have been any sweeter if you'd given her a hacksaw to get out of jail.
And if Hopkins goes on making cracks, that's just where we'll be.
Well, I told you I'd take care of all that.
- Then you'd better hurry up and see the police about it. - All right. I will.
- But first I'm gonna settle with Hopkins. - Dick! Dick, come back!
- Oh, ya big mug! - What's the matter?
Oh, that poor goof. I told him what Hopkins said, and now he's going to knock his block off.
- That's swell! And he can do it. - Oh, shut up.
I didn't mean that, Lee. But don't you see?
If Dick gets into trouble, they'll suspend him from the team.
Gee, that's right. And as my pop would say, "Don't rub sore finger with sandpaper."
- Oh, we have to stop him! - We will, if I have to sock Hopkins myself.
Come on!
Might have been safer to leave the device in the hotel vault overnight.
I'm not trusting anybody.
If I'd know when I invented the mechanism...
that it was gonna turn into a Frankenstein, I'd have destroyed it.
Well, it's over now. We'll be safely on our way back to America in 24 hours.
I hope so. Well, I'll go wash up for dinner.
- Don't do it, Hopkins. - What do you want?
Guess.
- Is that their room on the second floor? - Yes. He should be there now.
Keep your eye on that window. Be ready to make a fast getaway when he comes out.
I'll be in the lobby.
- Mr. Chan, I want your advice. - Yes?
I heard an argument in Mr. Hopkins's room, and I was about to go in...
when Mr. Hopkins himself let a man out.
- Who, please? - That's it- I don't know.
Nobody has entered since I've been here, and I arrived with Mr. Hopkins and Mr. Cartwright.
Most mysterious. Perhaps wise to investigate.
Assistance, please.
It was Hopkins. He escaped through the window. He's got my invention!
- Notify Inspector Strasser immediately. - Yes, sir.
I had just left Hopkins alone...
so when I heard voices in here, I hurried in.
Hughes was accusing Hopkins of deliberately double-crossing his stockholders...
by stealing my invention to sell it to a foreign government.
One moment. Will corroborate?
- That's quite true. - Continue, please.
They quieted down after I came in, but Hughes...
threatened to expose Hopkins if he didn't cut him in.
After Hughes left, I asked Hopkins for an explanation.
He ignored me, went over to the desk and started to pack the device in a handbag.
I tried to stop him, and he drew a gun.
I grabbed for it. He tried to shoot me. In the struggle I was hit on the head.
You can't go in there. It's forbidden!
Forbidden, my eye! I'm workin' on this case. I'm Chan and Son.
- Hello, Pop. I got some valuable information. - Go ahead.
As Betty and I drove up, we saw a man drop out of that window into the garden.
Two guys helped him. They started for a car. I went after them.
One of the guys slugged me. They got away.
That settles it. Hopkins will be apprehended immediately.
In Berlin, things like this cannot happen.
No. By this time he's probably disposed of the device and is on his way out of town.
What's your connection with the Cartwright invention?
I tried to buy it from Hopkins, but he wouldn't do business.
Then when it was stolen in Honolulu...
I figured that Yvonne Roland had it, so I followed her.
But flying into San Francisco, she outsmarted me.
I caught up with her again on the Manhattan, but I didn't get anywhere.
She stuck too close to her friend Masters.
Wait a minute. Look here, Mr. Chan.
I didn't have anything to do with this. That's why I came here tonight-
to make Hopkins take back what he said about Betty and me.
I suppose the reason you didn't come up here right away was...
because you had a date in the lobby with Yvonne Roland.
- Yvonne Roland? In this hotel? - Dick, is that true?
- Well, I- - Oh!
- Hey, Betty. - Wait! Give explanations to the police.
All right. I did see her, but I didn't have any date with her.
Just as I came in she was standing in the lobby. I started after her.
I wanted her to face Hopkins to help clear me.
Well, she ducked into the florist's shop, I followed, but she got away.
Then I came up here. And now I'll take care of you for making that crack in front of Betty.
Take them out of here.
Get out. Get- Get out of here.
Mr. Chan, I apologize. It's impossible.
Things like this cannot happen in Berlin.
- You were successful? - Yes, Your Excellency.
- I received it directly from his hands. - Very good.
Examine it, Carlos.
I hope you have the draft for the price agreed upon, Your Excellency.
You will receive it as soon as the transaction is completed- before I leave Germany.
Yvonne! What is this? He's double-crossed you.
"Compliments of the Olympic Committee." Very clever.
The book must have been substituted at the sports forum.
There's only one person clever enough to have done that: Chan, the detective.
Our game is with the Oriental now.
But when did you get it, Pop?
Took opportunity to acquire same during excitement in girls' dormitory.
Then no wonder you weren't worried when Hopkins got away.
Important lesson for good detective:
When all players hold suspicious cards, good idea to have joker up sleeve.
Well, we got that cleaned up, Pop. Now all we have to do is land the guy...
- that killed Miller and round up this gang of spies.
Letter, Mr. Chan.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
What it is, Pop?
Envelope, like skin of banana, must be removed to digest contents.
Ticket to Olympic Games and letter.
Gee! Box 22. That's where all the big shots will sit.
Letter apparently from big noise also.
"His Excellency, the Honorable Charles Zaraka...
"requests the pleasure of Mr. Chan's company...
at the opening of the Olympic Games."
Zaraka? You've never met him.
I have never met Santa Claus either, yet accept gift from same.
Mr. Chan?
We haven't met, but I'm sure you've heard of me. Yvonne Roland.
Had looked forward to making acquaintance before leaving Berlin.
- This is His Excellency, the Honorable Charles Zaraka. - A very great pleasure, Mr. Chan.
This is most unexpected compliment to humble policeman.
Are you sure that fellow knows his stuff?
He's the best in Berlin. He'll read every move of their lips.
All right. They're in Box 22.
A most illuminating spectacle, Mr. Chan-
the nations of the world about to struggle for supremacy on the field of sports.
Yet behind all this there is another struggle going on constantly...
for world supremacy in a more sinister field.
It's not a game for amateurs, Mr. Chan.
I hope you get my meaning.
Could not be more clear if magnified by 200-inch telescope.
Then wouldn't it be advisable for you to turn over the Cartwright invention to us...
and return to your own little game in Honolulu?
Perhaps...
but player sometime disregard even most expert coaching...
from sidelines.
- You have the afternoon to consider it. - Thank you so much.
That's all I wanted to know.
Stick around. Enjoy yourself.
She's even got the nerve to sit in a box. Why don't we go in and make the cops arrest her?
Well, that's a box reserved for the foreign diplomatic corps. The police can't butt in there.
As long as she's with that big shot, she's protected by his diplomatic immunity.
Oh, you'd find some reason to stall out of it.
All right. Have it your way then.
Aw, Betty, you shouldn't be like that.
A fella doesn't wanna be put on the spot by his girl all the time.
- He's right over there by that center arch. - Thanks.
Mr. Lee Chan? I have a message for your father.
He's on the south side of the stadium in a box.
- Will you take me to him, please? - Sure. Now you fix things up with Dick.
I'll see ya later. Let's go, my man.
Drive us around the south entrance.
- Okay. - No. Let's walk. It's quicker.
Dick! Dick!
Get going!
Dick!
Mr. Chan, the ceremonies are almost over. What is your answer?
Only one possible for... amateur.
Device will be returned to United States War Department.
- Thank you so much for a very enjoyable afternoon. - It was a pleasure.
- Here. - Let me go, you idiot!
Mr. Chan, Lee has been kidnapped.
Lee?
You have our deepest sympathy, Mr. Chan.
If we can be of service, please call on us.
Come in, please.
There is no news yet.
If the boy is in Berlin, we'll find him.
A dragnet is closing in on every known criminal hideout.
Don't give up hope.
Ancient Chinese philosopher say...
"Hope is sunshine which illuminate darkest path."
"If you wish news of your son...
"be in your same seat in the Olympic stadium tomorrow...
alone and unguarded."
Eleven more hours of anxious waiting.
Don't fear, Mr. Chan. Tomorrow they'll walk into a trap.
- The police will be there and make short work of them. - No. Instructions very explicit.
Must walk path... alone.
1,500-meter title won by Lovelock, New Zealand.
The time: Three minutes, 47 and 8/10 seconds.
- A new Olympic and world's record. - Oh, the relay's going to start.
This is gonna be a new record sure.
- Come on, Jesse. Open up that lead! - Come on. Take 'em!
Pick 'em up, big boy! Pick 'em up and lay 'em down!
- Let's go! Wykoff! - Come on, Metcalfe!
Come on, Ralph!
Look at that boy go!
- Open up that lead, Franklin! - Come on, Franklin!
Come on, Frankie!
Look at that Wykoff go! Break that record!
Come on, Wykoff! Come on, Wykoff!
100-meter relay title won by the United States.
Time: 39 and 8/10 seconds.
A new Olympic and world's record.
- Are all the men at their posts? - Yes, Inspector.
- Every exit in this part of the stadium is covered. - Good.
- There goes Dick. He'll take 'em in the pole vault. - You've got that all set, huh?
Well, if he doesn't, I'll break his neck.
Masters of the United States has just cleared...
- 14 feet and two inches on his second try. - He did 14 feet and two inches.
Oh, Dick can do better than that.
Way to go, old fella.
Message for gentleman in Box 22.
The bar for the pole vault has Just been raised to 14 feet, three inches.
It's rather an extraordinary request, Mr. Chan.
I don't know how to answer you. I didn't even know you had the device in your possession.
- Very well, you know it now. - I don't feel I have anything to say about its disposal.
I signed my rights over to Mr. Hopkins and retained only a small interest.
Hopkins is a fugitive from justice.
But if I have your authority to use the device...
we can deal with these criminals.
- Are you willing to put it back in their hands, Mr. Chan? - Cannot answer as officer.
Must speak as very humble father.
- If there's no other way, of course you have my permission. - Good.
Please accept gratitude of most anxious parent.
Besides, Mr. Cartwright, when the boy is returned safely...
we will go after the criminals and get it back.
One more request, please.
This time must insist on acting alone.
Any effort to help might result in serious consequence.
You have our word, Mr. Chan. We will wait for a message from you.
Hmm.
Good-bye.
- And as a further precaution for your safety, Mr. Cartwright...
you will remain with me.
He's here.
Checkmate.
How do you do, Mr. Chan?
I'm glad you followed instructions this time and didn't depend on the police.
Wise philosopher once say...
"Only foolish man will not acknowledge defeat."
- I'm sure he was Chinese to have been so clever. - Thank you so much.
Am ready to complete transaction.
- May now see number one son? - In just a moment.
There's one more, uh, formality.
- Ask Mr. Hopkins to come in. - Yes, sir.
You may put the device on the desk, Mr. Chan.
That's it- Chan's signal.
His transmitter's working. What does your direction finder say?
North by northeast, two points east.
Calling B.P. 41. Calling B.P. 41. Calling B.P. 41.
Coming in. Car 37 picked it up.
- "North by northeast." - North by northeast.
- "Two points east." - Two points east.
Contact all cars in Areas "D" and "F" for check on direction.
Calling all cars, Areas "D" and "F."
Pardon our caution, Mr. Chan...
but Mr. Hopkins will have to identify the mechanism...
just to be sure there hasn't been another, uh, mistake.
Yes. This is the Cartwright invention.
Thank you, Mr. Hopkins. That's all.
And now my son, please?
- Bring the boy in. - Yes, sir.
Car 46 reporting second triangulation point.
- "West by southwest." - West by southwest.
- "Six points south." - Six points south.
Car 49 reporting third point.
- "South by southeast." - South by southeast.
- "One point south." - One point south.
Notify all cars to converge on Area "D," Block 21.
That definitely sets your location. Your plans worked perfectly.
Exactly. Soon we will be there, and you will have your device back.
- Calling all cars. - All right, Sergeant. Go ahead.
I'm sorry I got you into this, Pop.
Danger, like red light on end of moving train, now safely past.
Except for one slight detail.
I must make very certain that the pursuit ends here.
I'll remember you when my plane is crossing the border out of Germany.
Good-bye, Mr. Chan.
Just a moment, Zaraka. Were you planning to leave?
Get their guns.
Line up over there, all of you!
Just a minute. Give me that bag.
Still playing tricks, eh, Mr. Chan?
- What is it? - It's a phony.
- It's a transmitter! - Chan's signal stopped coming through.
- They've discovered the trick. - Call the other cars. See if they have contact.
Calling all cars. Calling all cars.
Very clever, Mr. Chan- in touch with the police ever since you've been here.
Come on. Where is it? And talk fast.
- All cars have lost contact. - Then instruct them to proceed in the same direction at full speed.
- We must get to Chan. - Calling all cars.
For the last time, where is the Cartwright invention?
Reposing in place of utmost safety.
Get away from that kid.
Back against the wall, you.
Do I get my answer?
- It's the police. - Surround the house. Don't let any of them get away.
Search the house!
- They went up there! - Round them up!
Mr. Chan, you see? We have arrived in time.
The police of Berlin are very efficient.
Inspector! Inspector Strasser! Keep him covered.
Most unfortunate occurrence.
He's still alive. Remove him. Get the doctor.
If Mr. Hopkins regain consciousness, report immediately.
Okay, Pop.
- What happened in here? - I was going by the door when I heard a shot.
As I stepped in, Hopkins was lying on the floor, and Hughes was standing over him.
You can't pin that shooting on me. I just came in through that door, when I-
One moment, please.
- You did not come into room when shot fired? - No, I stopped at the door.
Strange.
Ink spilled here when Mr. Hopkins fall...
yet stain your shoe while standing at door.
Yet stain your shoe while standing at door.
Conclusive proof you were close to Mr. Hopkins when he fell.
Now very evident attempted murder of Hopkins...
was last act to save self.
You are murderer of mechanic Miller in Honolulu...
and thief of own invention.
That's ridiculous. I've helped you in every way possible.
If I'd wanted to steal the invention, I could have easily made a copy.
That would have been obvious way and easy to trace.
But you saw opportunity to gain large fortune...
without sharing with your partner, Mr. Hopkins.
So devised clever scheme to remove suspicion from self...
by having Miller murder pilot Edwards and steal robot from test plane.
Then, assisted by Miss Roland, you murder Miller...
and turn device over to Miss Roland...
for delivery to Mr. Zaraka, head of foreign spy ring.
Second point. When Miss Roland disappear before boat reach dock...
quite evident someone warned her of plan for capture.
- Hopkins knew the plan as well as I did. He could have- - Excuse, please.
Mr. Hopkins entirely innocent.
Here tonight he perform heroic deed...
when, at risk of his own life, he identify imitation as real device...
to assist Charlie Chan in rounding up ring of spies.
And now, final evidence.
The time he disappear from hotel room...
found something you overlooked:
Unfinished cablegram written in Mr. Hopkins's own hand...
addressed to United States War Department.
"Have recovered Cartwright invention.
Returning to America immediately for"-
- That's where it ends. - Observe, please, what follows.
There's nothing but a blot across the page.
Indicate when writing message, Mr. Hopkins suddenly interrupted by action...
which cause pen to slip from fingers.
Pop, Mr. Hopkins is still unconscious, but he's gonna be all right.
The doctor found a bump on his head that must have been made a couple of days ago.
Thank you so much for corroboration-
prove you knock Mr. Hopkins unconscious...
then drop him from window into arms of confederates, as seen by son Lee.
- That is all. - Take them out.
Well, it looks like we cleaned this case up, Pop.
But how did you change the robot into a transmitter?
Constructed same in most efficient Berlin police laboratory...
with help of honorable inspector.
You're a fine officer, Mr. Chan.
You went through with your duty even though it meant risking your son's life.
- Better for Oriental to lose life than to lose face. - You bet. But, you know...
for a while I was afraid I wouldn't be there to win that 100-meter swim tomorrow.
- Perhaps good idea not to accept gold medal until race is won. - Don't worry, Pop.
I learned to sprint when you used to chase me through the water with a paddle.
Come on, Lee, boy! Oh, yeah!
Come on! Come on!
- Come on! - He won!
- Attaboy, Lee! - Thank you. - Good work!
- Thanks. - Congratulations! Congratulations, fella!
Ah, thanks!
- I made it, Pop! - Very lucky.
Was prepared for emergency.