- [Propellers Running] - [No Audible Dialogue]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Shall I get you a taxi, sir?
- No, thank you. Please send to Hotel Mazarin. - Yes, sir.
- There. - Thank you, sir.
Don't put that away. Give me something please.
- I'm desperate. - Begging's not permitted here. Get out.
Please. It is always good fortune to give alms upon entering city.
- Thanks, brother. - Come on. Move on. Get out.
All right. All right.
[Phone Rings]
Hello. Yes.
Oh, Mr. Chan.
Yes. Have only just arrived. May see you please?
I'm leaving for the show now.
I think I've really discovered something. I have a record of all the—
Please. No more talk now.
Will see you after show at Le Singe Bleu. Thank you.
Good-bye. See you later.
Please. To this address.
- [Driver] Are you all right, sir? - Yes.
- Please drive to address given. - Yes, sir.
[Doorbell Buzzes]
Charlie Chan!
- Yes, please. - Well, give me your hat and your coat.
Gee, it's great to see you again.
- Much pleasure to see you. - Go right on in.
- Here, sit down. Make yourself at home. - Thank you so much.
Dad said in his letter you were here for a holiday.
Yes, only business in Paris is vacation.
Well, you deserve one after that job in London. All the papers were full of it.
Papers exaggerate importance of humble efforts.
I wired Dad I'd take good care of you. We're gonna have a great time.
So kind. But first one little item of business.
- Must open account at Lamartine Bank. - Oh, that's easy.
I'll arrange an appointment for you to meet the head of the bank himself.
- Paul Lamartine? - None other. I work there, you know.
Dad's one of the directors, so it occurred to him that I should go and do likewise.
- You are bank director? - [Laughing] Oh, no. In 20 years maybe.
Dad had the old-fashioned idea that I ought to start at the bottom and work up.
Yes, young bird must learn to fly.
Every day from 9:00 till 5:00. But after that, my time's my own.
And I'm going to spend it getting you into mischief.
[Laughs] Mischief sounds nice.
Then you will arrange interview... when?
- Tomorrow morning at 10:00. - That is very good.
Oh, you're not going. How about a little drink?
No, thank you. Some other time.
- [Doorbell Buzzes] - Oh, wait a minute, Charlie.
Here are some friends of mine. One of them is very important.
- Yes? - I want you to meet her.
What is this? What do you want?
- [Laughing] - Boo! We want a drink.
Don't we, old partner? We certainly do.
- Hello, darling. - I'll put you down right here.
May I introduce Mr. Chan? Miss Lamartine.
- How do you do? - Miss Jacquard.
- How do you do? - And Mr. Max Corday.
- How do you do? - Mr. Chan is from Honolulu—
an old friend of my father's here on a vacation.
Ah?
[Imitating Chinese Accent] Me very happy know you.
Maybe you "likee havee" little "dlinkee."
Very happy to make acquaintance of charming gentleman.
Me no "likee dlinkee"now. "Pelaps"later.
- [All Laugh] - Oh, now I know I need a drink.
Help yourself. There's a cold bottle right there.
- Good. - Me "likee dlinkee" now.
- All "light," Ming Toy. - [Laughs]
Charlie, Yvette is the important one.
- Much pleasure to meet. - Thank you.
- Youth tonic for old blood. - Why, you're not old at all.
Maybe not heart, but joints sometime argue matter.
- [Both Laugh] - Charlie, we're engaged.
- Oh, that is good. May I congratulate? - Thank you.
- Company, forward march. - [All Laugh]
- Company, halt. One, two. - [All Laugh]
In excitement of happy party, will not forget appointment at bank?
Oh, Victor Descartes never forgets. Do I, darling?
Leave it to Victor always to get more business in the family bank.
- Why not? - To Mr. Chan's holiday in Paris.
[Chuckles]
Thank you so much. You will excuse, please? Must go now.
Ah, wait a minute. Oh, don't move, Mr. Chan. Hold itjust a minute now.
- Oh, he's at it again. - That's right, Mr. Chan. Hold it there.
A few swift bold strokes.
There you are.
A little souvenir of your first night in Paris.
[All Laugh]
Most clever, excellent likeness of rotund Chinese.
- [All Laugh] - I may keep?
By all means. Why, someday those little sketches of Max Corday...
may be priceless treasures.
- Uh-huh. - Thank you so much.
Must not intrude any longer.
- Oh, come along, Charlie. Why not join us? - Yes, do.
- We'd love to have you. - Some other time, please.
Have heard so much about thrilling dancer at Le Singe Bleu.
Have desire to see.
Great. I know. If Mr. Chan won't join us, we'll join him.
- Good idea? - Great idea!
Absolutely. Then, well, here's to Le Singe Bleu.
[All] Le Singe Bleu.
[Horn Honks]
- This is it! Le Singe Bleu! - Folks, here we are.
- [Women Laughing] - Humpty Dumpty, come on.
- Come on, Mr. Chan. - Thank you so much.
Come on, darling.
Oh, here, here! Look out, you, where you're going.
You think the sidewalk belongs to you?
Aw, none of that now or I'll call a policeman.
Wait just a minute, old man. Here.
Here, old fella. Run along and buy yourself a drink. And don't be so belligerent.
- We're not the enemy you know. - Thank you.
What a horrible man!
Yes, most unfortunate.
Well, pardon the interruption, folks.
Let's not have it spoil the fun. Come on.
- Come on. - Let's go inside.
##[Dance Band]
- He's at it again. - [Laughs]
- All right? - Very good.
- Do you like? - [Charlie] Very nice.
And you— How do you like my bold strokes, my darling?
Not too bold.
##[Ends]
Oh, that was lovely. Too bad you don't dance, Mr. Chan.
Mud turtle in pond more safe than man on horseback.
- [All Laugh] - ## [Drumroll]
And now, ladies and gentlemen, we're going to have that little star...
whose interpretation of the dance Apache...
I know will thrill you— Mademoiselle Nardi.
[Applause]
##[Cymbal Crash]
##[Dance Band]
- ##[Ends] - [Applause]
[Nardi Screams]
- [All Murmuring] - [Man] What in the world could that be?
Victor, what was that?
- What's the matter? - Please stand back. Take your seats.
Please! Please! Please!
- Very important. - [Woman] Well, what's happened?
[Crowd Clamoring]
[Woman] She's dying! Get a doctor!
Nardi.
Look... in...
apartment—
Yes, yes?
Nardi. Nardi!
Am so sorry.
[Door Unlocking]
[Man] Don't ask any questions. Open the door.
[Man #2] Yes, sir.
- That'll be all. - Yes, sir.
Well, a pretty swell apartment.
Look for all letters, papers, photographs, address books.
I'll examine them at my office.
Find anything?
The usual things... and a recipe for apple pie.
Mmm. Great work, Laverne.
Chinese incense burner.
Reminds me, my old friend Charlie Chan's in town.
I wonder what he's doing.
He solved the stable murder mystery in London, didn't he?
Yes. Great work it was, too.
[Sneezing]
You'd better come along with me. I'll leave Pierre to keep an eye out in the hall.
[Clock Cuckooing]
[Cuckooing Stops]
[Cuckooing]
Thank you so much.
[Water Splashing]
Come out, please.
Who are you?
Hello, Pop! What's the matter? Did I scare you?
Gosh, it's good to see you.
Heart most joyful to welcome.
[Chuckles]
Honorable mother send me cable from Honolulu...
saying big boss send you to Europe on buying trip.
Did not expect to see worthy offspring so soon.
- Business good? - Fine.
I was in Rome when I heard you were coming here.
So I finished my business in a hurry and hopped a train.
- Now we can see Paris together. - Yes, yes. [Chuckles]
Most welcome.
Say, you're looking great.
Most fortunate to be looking at all.
What do you mean?
Attempt on life in last hour...
indicate this humble person unwelcome in gay city.
Say, I thought you were here on a vacation.
Vacation only bluff. Am here on case for London banking house.
Let me stay and help you, Dad.
No. You here for good time.
Go find same.
Joy in heart more desirable than bullet.
She was honorable coworker...
murdered tonight before we could have talk.
That settles it, Dad. If somebody's gunning for you, I'm staying here.
- No. - Please.
Thank you so much.
But you must admit there is foundation for my doubt...
that you came here especially to see me.
I am not easily deceived, you know.
You old darling, you know I can twist you right around my finger.
Well, how much is it today?
Oh, shall we be quite reasonable and say, uh, a thousand francs?
Anything... just to be rid of you.
There. Receipt, please.
[Man Chuckles]
Well, hello, stranger. Where have you been?
- How are you, Albert? - Uh, this requires your signature.
- I'll look it over. - I haven't seen you in ages.
- Won't you come in and visit me for a while? - Yes, of course.
Now, young lady, I'm going to make you give an account of yourself.
Sit down. Cigarette?
Thank you.
- You used to come in and see me quite often. - That was a long time ago.
- I've missed you. - Now, you're not going to start that again.
Please don't. You know Victor and I are engaged.
Yes. Some fellows have all the luck.
Have you, uh, told him about us?
He knows we went around quite a bit.
But does he know about your letters?
Letters?
Oh, you mean those foolish, silly love letters.
Might not sound so foolish and silly to Victor.
- You haven't kept them. - I treasure them.
Albert, you shouldn't.
You must tear them up. You've got to.
I've got a better idea.
I'll deliver them to you in person some evening...
at my apartment.
I didn't think you could be so contemptible.
Well, it was just an idea.
- Wait here. Observe closely. - Observe what?
Don't know. Good detective never ask what and why until after he see.
Okay, Pop.
I mean, yes, sir.
- Oh, good morning, Miss Lamartine. - Good morning, Mr. Chan.
- May I help you, sir? - Yes, thank you.
Where can I find Mr. Victor Descartes?
Right over there, sir. Third window.
You young fool, the statement's wrong. It's a swindle.
I always knew this place was a nest of thieves.
- Well, if there's some mistake— - I'll have every one of you in jail...
starting with that swine Dufresne.
I tell you, I've been cheated. I demand to see Dufresne.
If I can't see him, I'll see Lamartine himself.
- What's the trouble here? - Mr. Xavier is complaining that—
I tell you, I demand to see the managing director.
I've been grossly swindled, and it's an outrage.
- I want to see Dufresne. - I am the office manager.
Oh, I don't want to do business with small fry—
- That'll do. - Take you hands off me!
Don't be rough with him. Just put him outside.
You imbeciles! I'll have the law on you for this.
You can't do this to me. Why, I'm an old soldier of the Republic.
You've cheated me and robbed me! Pigs!
- Get along or I'll call the police. - You mean, I'll call the police.
I'll get justice. Then I'll land you all in jail.
- Good morning. - Oh, hello, Charlie.
- Mr. Latouche. - Yes, what is it?
- This is Mr. Chan. - Oh, Mr. Chan. Yes.
Mr. Descartes told me about your appointment with Mr. Lamartine.
I am the office manager. Will you come this way?
I must apologize for such an unpleasant scene.
- Apology not necessary. - Xavier, poor fellow—
He's hardly human, an unfortunate relic of the war. Shell shock.
Xavier. [Chuckles] He has odd name.
Yes, yes. Xavier. Marcel Xavier.
Of course, the bank, as a rule, doesn't deal with such petty accounts as his...
but Mr. Lamartine's sympathetic nature—
He's such a fine man, sir.
Kindness in heart better than gold in bank.
- Excuse me. Come in. - Thank you.
Oh, Mr. Lamartine's in conference, sir, with Mr. Dufresne.
That's quite all right, Bedell.
After you, Mr. Chan.
Mr. Lamartine, this is Mr. Chan. You had an appointment.
- How are you, sir? - So glad to meet.
This is Mr. Dufresne, Mr. Chan.
- How do you do? - Much pleasure to meet.
Won't you sit down, Mr. Chan?
Thank you so much.
Well, Mr. Chan, what can I do for you?
You're here on a holiday, I understand.
Uh, business too. About, uh, bonds of this bank.
Our bonds are the best investment in France today, eh, Dufresne?
None better. And now we have a new issue of fours, Mr. Chan.
Pardon, please. Uh, business about last bond issue.
Please forgive deception about vacation.
- Uh, business very serious for you. - What do you mean?
Clients in England who buy many of these bonds...
send me here to investigate fraud in your bank.
Fraud... in my bank?
These will explain.
Note, numbers are same...
but printing not quite.
There must be some mistake.
Hmm, the printing varies unquestionably.
It is a forgery.
Signature not forgery.
It is my signature.
How can such a thing be possible?
Someone must have included these with the real bonds at the time you signed them.
There are six pairs.
Each of a different thousand.
That means that this business has run through the entire issue.
[Lamartine] What are we going to do?
Investigate. That is why I am here.
If this becomes known, there will be a panic.
Thousands of people will suffer.
Clients in London of same opinion.
Secrecy most necessary.
Even police must not know.
What do you want us to do, Mr. Chan?
First step, must have complete list of all sales of this issue.
You shall have it within 24 hours.
I'll make a checkup of the other banks immediately.
Good. Meantime, am stopping at Hotel Mazarin.
- Well, can I drop you off? - No, thank you. Have car waiting.
I'll let you know what I find.
Be assured, we'll help you to get to the bottom of this, Mr. Chan.
Must turn up many stones to find hiding place of snake.
- Good day. - Good day.
- We must follow. - Who? Him?
Important fox must not know hounds pursue.
Charlie, my friend. Well, how are you? How are you?
Now, what are you up to in Paris?
- Up to holiday. See Paris, die happy. - Good.
Well, it'll only take a moment to deposit my monthly insult, and then we'll make a day of it.
We'll talk shop at the department, have a good time...
and then tonight, the best dinner in France.
- [Chuckling] Excuse, please— - Now, no excuses.
I'm a dangerous man to offend, and if you don't come along, I shall be offended.
Only foolish man waste words when argument is lost.
[Chuckles] Excuse me.
Then we can take in Egypt and the pyramids in the moonlight and all that.
And after Egypt, well...
if there's anyplace you'd like to go, we might take that in too.
I suppose the bride-to-be has something to say about our honeymoon trip.
Say, you act as though you were in Egypt right now.
- You haven't heard a word I've said. - Oh, of course I have.
You were saying that, uh—
- Well, what were you saying? - Is anything the matter?
- Oh, nothing, really. - Have I said anything?
Oh, of course not. I need some sleep, that's all.
We've been out late every night this week.
Well, if that's all it is, you can sleep late tomorrow.
- Come on. Let's go somewhere and dance. - No. My mind's made up.
I'm going to get some sleep.
Tomorrow night then?
- I suppose I could be persuaded. - [Chuckles]
I persuaded you to become engaged to me, didn't I?
Of course I had nothing to say about that.
Nothing at all, except to say yes.
Home, James.
Oh, home it is then.
Oh, here we are.
I'll get my key.
- Good night. - Good night.
- Say it. - I won't say it...
because you know perfectly well that I love you.
Good night.
Taxi!
Number 8, Lafayette Place.
[Phone Rings]
- Hello. - [Man] Is that you, Dufresne?
- Oh, uh, hello. - Did that money come in today?
Yes, uh, two million francs. It's in my box at the bank.
Why didn't you meet me as we planned?
With that Chinese snooping around?
Are you certain that money's in your box?
Of course I'm certain. What are you driving at?
Then why are you taking the midnight plane to Switzerland?
Why, uh, to head off Garon before he tries to sell...
that last series of bonds you printed, that's why.
We've got to be more careful until this thing cools down.
I think you're lying to me, Dufresne.
- I'm not lying. I'm using my head. - [Hangs Up]
Hello? Hello?
[Doorbell Buzzes]
Oh, uh, it's you. Come in.
I had fallen asleep while reading.
- I'm sorry I disturbed you. - That's perfectly all right. I'm glad you came.
- Won't you sit down? - No, thanks.
I've come for my letters. May I have them?
Why, certainly. You didn't believe I was really going to keep them.
- Well, what else was I to think? - I'll prove that you're wrong.
Then you're really going to give them back to me?
Of course. They're right here in my desk waiting for you.
I'm not the big bad wolf you thought I was.
There you are, my dear.
- [Yvette Screams] - What was that noise?
I heard a pistol shot in there.
[Crying]
- Will you please go and get a policeman? - Yes, sir.
[Knocking]
- I'm pretty sure. - What's the matter in here?
- [Woman] I heard a pistol. - [Woman #2] I thought it was in the street.
[Woman] I'm pretty sure it was in here.
Now get in here.
Keep moving.
- [Gasps] - What's happened here?
It's murder.
- She killed him. - I didn't kill him!
- Look, here's the gun. - Don't touch that!
- Don't let her get away. - I'm not trying to get away!
Police headquarters.
[Charlie] Then you have theory as to who kill Nardi?
During the last few weeks this girl has been seen with some of the richest men in town.
Why, listen to these names—
Emanuel Castaneda from the Argentine.
Paul Dorville, French financier. Albert Dufresne, banker.
And a half a dozen others. Men worth millions.
And one of these do murder?
Oh, no, Charlie. No. Here, let me show you.
A beautiful girl like Nardi couldn't go around with the men she did...
without stepping on some other woman's toes.
All right, somewhere, sometime she aroused the jealousy...
of some discarded sweetheart who determined to kill her.
A woman familiar with Nardi's act.
A clever, intelligent woman...
smart enough to conceal and execute a fairly ingenious crime.
It's a perfect case.
- Hmm. Only one small detail missing. - Yes, what's that?
Murder.
Perfect case, like perfect doughnut, has hole.
[Chuckles] Oh, I see. Same old pessimist, aren't you?
Optimist only sees doughnut.
Pessimist sees hole.
Yes, he's here. Just a moment, please.
I beg your pardon, gentlemen.
- Police headquarters on the telephone for you. - Oh, thank you, Pierre.
Excuse me, Charlie, please.
Thank you. Hello?
Yes. Renard speaking.
Who?
Where?
Yes, yes, of course. I'll come myself at once.
Yes.
Pierre, my check please.
- Yes, sir. - Well, Charlie...
here's where I plug the hole in your doughnut.
Not satisfied with killing the woman who stole her sweetheart...
our murderess has now shot the man who threw her over.
And this woman is?
Yvette Lamartine, daughter of the banker.
- Must make correction, please. - Well, go ahead.
Impossible Miss Lamartine kill Nardi.
- Impossible? Why? - Last night she with me when Nardi killed.
- With you? - That is hole in first doughnut.
Oh. Oh, thank you.
All right, Charlie, it was just a guess.
But there is no hole in this one.
They have caught her... practically red-handed.
- We go see? - Right.
- You have all their names and addresses? - Yes, sir.
You'll be called when your testimony is required. No one is to leave the city.
You may go now.
So you continue to refuse to tell me the real reason for your visit to this apartment?
I merely dropped in to say hello. We were friends.
Friends? How long had you known Mr. Dufresne?
Since he became my father's assistant two years ago.
Oh, come now, Miss Lamartine. Please, let's be reasonable.
You don't expect us to believe your fantastic story of a mysterious, black-gloved hand...
- which you say threw a gun into this room. - I told you the truth.
You were discovered with a gun in your hand from which one shot had been fired.
You made a desperate effort to escape. Aren't those the facts?
- Why, I was— - Aren't those the facts?
- Yes. - Good. Now we're getting somewhere.
How long had you been on intimate terms with Albert Dufresne?
I'd rather not understand you.
How long have you been in the habit of paying visits at this apartment at night alone?
- I refuse to answer such a question. - Very well then.
Another little question— Why did you kill Albert Dufresne?
I didn't kill him. I told you what happened.
The shot was fired from in there, and someone threw the gun into this room.
You came here tonight because he was going away. He was tired of you.
- In a fit of jealousy, you shot him. - It isn't true!
I didn't do it! I didn't kill him!
- Ready, Gaston? - Ready, sir.
Fingerprint her. Have Marchand compare them.
Yes, sir. Over here, please.
This way, please.
Place the three fingers of the right hand on this pad.
Then press them on this paper.
[Buzzer Buzzes]
- Come on. - [Laughing]
Albert! Whoo-hoo! Come on, honey.
Albert— It's all right.
- Say, what's going on around here? - You'll be properly informed.
Now, look here.
I come to see my friend Albert...
and I find the place surrounded by hundreds of policemen.
What is this? We want to see Albert.
Albert Dufresne is dead. Murdered.
[Gasps]
Did I... understand you to say...
Albert has been murdered?
Yes. You say you are a friend of his.
A very good friend.
Laverne, take down this gentleman's answers to my questions.
That's all, thank you.
[Whispering] You have good reason for coming here?
[Whispering] I didn't kill him, Mr. Chan. I didn't.
Very easy to believe you.
But facts now very necessary.
You are engaged to very nice young man.
You must have had reason for presence here.
Why, l—
Desire to help if can.
Then...
will you take these for me?
- Shall I destroy? - Please. Please.
Answer no more questions.
Silence big sister to wisdom.
- [Buzzer Buzzes] - See who that is.
- Why, is something wrong? - Step inside, please.
You may go now.
I beg your pardon...
but this murder has been a great shock to me.
Murder?
- Not Mr. Dufresne. - Come in, please.
I'll answer all your questions.
Good evening, Mr. Chan.
- When did it happen? Who did it? - Just who are you?
I'm Henri Latouche of the Lamartine Bank, Mr. Dufresne's close associate.
I came in to see him on a matter of importance connected with—
Sit down, please. I'll question you later.
"2-8-C-G"—
Hmm.
- All through, Gaston? - All through, sir.
- Well? - The fingerprints on the gun are hers, all right.
There's a small scar on her right thumb which makes identification easy.
Good. All right, that's all. Take her away.
Why, Miss Lamartine—
Well, Charlie?
You believe young lady guilty?
Don't you?
Hasty conclusion like gunpowder— easy to explode.
Oh. All right, Charlie. Let's have it. What have you found?
Answer in there.
But I've already inspected this room.
[Chuckles] And I looked out here too.
- Find nothing? - Not a thing.
No burnt match, no monogrammed cigarette stub...
not even threads torn from a tweed suit.
Uh, flowers maybe say something.
Flowers? What do you mean?
Well, by George, look at that.
That stem must have been broken during the last hour.
Why, the flower's not even wilted.
It looks as if someone may have come up here by this balcony.
That is hole in second doughnut.
Mmm.
Comfort of bed now most desirable.
I see. You can't take it, Charlie, can you?
Charlie Chan very sleepy.
This is terrible, Mr. Chan, terrible.
Isn't there something that I can do?
Just take it easy, old man. I'll be with you in just a moment.
It's an open-and-shut case.
In spite of your doughnuts, that young lady is going to find it very difficult...
to explain her fingerprints on that gun.
Very difficult to explain hole in doughnut, but hole always there.
[Laughing] We'll see about that.
- [Speaking Chinese] - [Speaking Chinese]
I know you did not kill anybody.
I'm sorry, Pop. But I got a lot to tell you. I made notes.
- Tell me on way. - Okay, Pop.
- Say, Pop, l— - Wait, please. You watch here all evening?
- Sure. And I saw— - Please.
Perhaps you see man on crutches come out. Maybe after you hear gunshot?
Yeah. The same guy I saw at the bank this morning. How'd you know?
- You follow? - I'll say I did.
He got into an old taxi and I trailed it. I never let it out of my sight.
He stopped about five miles from here...
a limousine pulled up alongside and he got into it.
- Can you beat that? - [Charlie] What happened next?
[Son] I stepped on the gas and got close enough to spot the car's number.
But it was a high-powered baby and it got away from me.
Mmm. Eyes of kitten open only after nine days.
Wait a minute! That isn't all.
When I came back to Dufresne's apartment, I saw the same limousine.
I checked the license plate.
Some guy came out with a girl, they got into it and drove away.
- Man have walking stick? - Yes.
Girl have small, round hat?
- That's them. Do you know 'em? - Man is artist.
He draws very funny pictures.
[Door Buzzer Buzzes]
Why, hello, Mr. Chan. Come in. Glad to see you.
- Here. Let me have your hat. - Thank you so much.
Well, this is a surprise.
This time I'm not going to ask you to have a "dlinkie," but I want you to have a drink.
- Much pleasure. - Sit down, please.
Thank you so much.
You know, Mr. Chan, I'm all broken up about this thing.
Albert Dufresne was one of my closest friends.
Can you imagine Yvette Lamartine doing a thing like that?
Excuse, please.
Miss Lamartine did not kill.
Guilty man is crippled soldier named Marcel Xavier.
Maybe you can give me information.
I? [Chuckles]
Why, gladly, of course, if I can. But, uh, why me?
Tonight, after murder...
Xavier come from Dufresne apartment, depart in taxicab...
and later get into your car.
My car?
You mean to say that this man used my car? For what?
Maybe to take off disguise.
I don't understand.
Oh, I see.
This Xavier character is only a disguise for the murderer.
He commits his crime...
escapes in a taxi...
uses somebody's car in which to take off his makeup...
and then steps out in his true character with no one the wiser.
That's not a bad idea! [Chuckling]
- Very clever idea. - Yes.
Oh, say. You didn't come up here thinking I might be Xavier.
Like all detectives, must consider every possibility.
[Laughing] Well, it's a lucky thing for me...
that Xavier bumped into me last night in front of that café.
- You remember. - Oh, yes, yes. Yes.
- Please forgive stupid error. - Why, certainly, Mr. Chan.
- All's forgiven. - I must go now. So sorry to disturb.
I'm sorry I couldn't have been any more help to you.
On contrary. Have been most helpful.
Oh, your hat.
- Thank you so much. Good night. - Good night.
- Wait a minute. - What's the idea?
You are leaving on long journey?
- Why, I, uh— - Inside, please.
Little keyhole big friend to stupid detective.
Have you found something, Dad?
Broken bank seal found at Dufresne apartment...
matches perfectly with this broken seal.
That man is murderer.
This washes the case up, doesn't it, Dad?
- He killed Dufresne and the dancer Nardi. - No.
Night Nardi killed, this man with me.
Must find murderer of Nardi.
C-1-9-3-3-7, series "M."
- C-1-9-3-3-7, series "M." - Right.
D-3-1-2-8-6, series "L."
- D-3-1-2-8-6, series "L." - Right.
I had to break a date with Lucille tonight, darn the luck.
- Wonder what the idea of the bond checkup is. - I don't know.
Old Lamartine's been buzzing about all day like a fly with one wing.
[Bedell] But it's impossible, Mr. Chan.
I have no authority to give you Mr. Xavier's address.
Assure you, matter most important.
No, I can't, and I won't. That's final, Mr. Chan.
What is so final, Bedell? Perhaps I can be of service.
Most humble apologies, make so much trouble.
But desire to know where can find Marcel Xavier.
May I ask why, Mr. Chan?
This morning I hear him make threat against man now dead.
So he did. So he did.
Get Xavier's card at once.
Of course you're going to arrest him.
Canary bird out of cage may fly far.
Ah, poor Dufresne. What a tragedy.
To be shot down in the very prime oflife.
He was a splendid man, Mr. Chan.
A splendid man. Ah, here we are.
Marcel Xavier.
Rue de Pont number 17.
Rather a nasty neighborhood, Mr. Chan.
- [Parking Brake Sets] - [Engine Off]
Charlie!
Been looking all over for you. We've got to help Yvette.
Isn't there something you can do? I don't believe she killed him.
Even if she was in his apartment, she must have had good reason for being there.
Faith is best foundation for happy future.
Then you don't think she did it either?
Can assure you young lady is innocent.
I knew it! Oh, she couldn't have done it, Charlie.
But innocence must be proven.
You would like to help?
Would I? I-I-I'd do anything.
- I'd tear up the stones in the street. - Not necessary.
You can please help me to this address?
"Rue de Pont 17." Come on, Charlie. Let's go.
[Ringing]
[Ringing Continues]
That phone's been ringing for 10 minutes. It's getting on my nerves!
[Ringing Continues]
Don't open your mouth.
Hello?
- [Man] Is that you, Corday? - Yes.
That meddling Chinese is on his way to Xavier's. I'll meet you there.
All right.
Who was that?
Where's my father going? Where is Xavier's?
Try and find out.
You go back to car and wait.
If you're going down there, I'm going with you.
- Take that. - What about you?
Always carry spare in case of blowout.
Hold this.
What are you gonna do?
Cannot see contents of nut until shell is cracked.
Close door, please.
[Door Closes]
Do not touch.
Please light candle.
Fingerprints?
Look.
Why, there aren't any on it.
Man cannot drink from glass without touching.
Xavier was all shot up during the war. Maybe he has to wear gloves.
You have seen him at bank perhaps many times.
He wear gloves?
L— I don't remember.
Have seen Xavier at airport upon arrival in city...
on street night Nardi killed...
and in bank— no gloves.
You've certainly got an eye for detail.
Grain of sand in eye may hide mountain.
Strange for man to...
wear gloves inside...
and outside with bare hands.
Say, that is odd.
Blow out candle. Come.
- [Click] - Look!
[Water Dripping]
[Click]
Quiet. Follow.
[Water Continues Dripping]
[Gasps] Charlie!
Only bullfrog.
Creepy place, isn't it?
Many strange crimes...
committed in the sewers of Paris.
[Door Unlocking]
Charlie! Lamartine bonds!
"1-9-3-3-7."
Very clever forgeries.
- Forgeries? - Yes.
And here are tools for engraving.
And printing machine.
So that's why we were checking out that series of bonds in the bank today.
Yes.
[Water Continues Dripping]
Did you find something, Charlie?
List of bond forgeries.
Why—Why, that's the sketch Max made last night at the café.
Charlie, do you think—
[Door HandleJiggles]
- Did you hear that? - Turn out the lights.
[Charlie Screams, Groans]
Drop that gun. Don't move.
Charlie! Charlie!
- Are you all right, Charlie? - Yes. Thank you so much.
Marksmanship most excellent.
But made mistake of shooting at flashlight on end of moving broomstick.
You meddling devil!
Honorable ancestors refute suggested kinship.
Hands down, please.
Someone's coming.
[Whispering] Over here. Get down.
Close behind me, men. He may be in here. We'll rush him.
Hello.
- Well! Charlie! - Dad! I'm glad you're all right.
We seem to have arrived ahead of Mr. Xavier.
When Xavier phoned Corday, I knew you were on the spot. I got hold of Mr. Renard.
Yes, he told me all about it. We'll take care of this Xavier when he shows up.
You two men stay here.
- Go upstairs, tell the sergeant. - Wait, please.
Uh, not necessary.
- What's that? - I show you.
Stand up!
You got him, didn't you, Pop? That's Marcel Xavier!
Correction, please. There is no Marcel Xavier.
No Xavier? Then who the devil is he?
Please to remove gloves.
Note— hands not those of beggar.
Charlie, what's all this about?
Answer concealed, maybe...
behind false face!
Why, Mr. Latouche!
All right, Charlie. I'm waiting for the answer.
Bond forgery plot conceived by very clever criminals—
Corday and Latouche.
Between them, they create fictitious character Marcel Xavier.
When Latouche is Xavier, Corday is Corday.
When Corday is Xavier, Latouche is Latouche.
Oh. I begin to see.
System gives both men perfect alibi.
Well, by George, that is clever.
- How did you guess it? - Correction, please. Did not guess.
Gentleman who give me Xavier's address...
make mistake of leaving same handwriting down here...
on list of bond numbers.
Oh!
- See? - Hmm.
Also, gentlemen overplay hand in acting part of Xavier for me.
Both know I go to café.
Latouche appear as Xavier...
and Corday give him money.
Inside of café, Corday watch me...
while Latouche kill my assistant.
- Assistant? - Yes. The dancer, Nardi.
Next morning, Corday know I go to bank.
He appear as Xavier and play scene with Latouche.
- But what about Dufresne? - Dufresne was accomplice in bank...
who tried to cheat Latouche and Corday.
Tonight...
when Dufresne planned to leave city with money received...
from bond forgeries...
Corday arrive in apartment as Xavier, kill him...
and later take off disguise in car.
Well, good work, Charlie.
- All right, Laverne, take him away. - Come on.
- May— May see you, please? - Why, certainly.
Must trouble you to release other assistant from prison.
- Other assistant? - Yes.
Miss Lamartine.
You see, she in Dufresne apartment to get information.
Very important letters...
for me.
But I don't see—
Oh.
So the age of chivalry isn't dead after all.
- Thank you so much. - [Chuckles]
Come along, Charlie. You tell me all about it over a cup of coffee.
- And, uh, doughnuts? - Yes!
[Both Laughing]