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No, Mr. West, he didn't say a word.

Of course, by the time I get to them, it's usually too late for talk.

Can you get the body ready to go to Washington?

Washington? Hey, he must have been mighty important.

Where'd you say I could find that Tory woman?

Over at the Golden Bird.

If you ask me, a woman like that... I wonder who he really was.

No.

Wasted life.

even close.

But if you want Tori, she's at the table back there.

Thank you. Hey, if you need a lender, look me up.

I'll do that, Linda.

Tori?

You want something, mister?

I just left Brad Dorman at the morgue.

Oh, I thought that would mean something to you.

What's it to you, anyway?

Well, I thought maybe he may have mentioned my name.

West. It's James West.

West.

West.

Yes, there was something.

Come here.

He said if anything happened, he would get this.

He wanted me to have a song?

That's right. He'd been working on it for quite a while.

I hope it's not how he made his living, because it's not very good.

But I'll sing it for you. Joe, come here and play this, will you?

He's hanging around the spoon and tree.

He's hanging...

Mr. Webb, won't you tell me what this is all about?

May I help you on the stage? At least tell me this.

Was Brad mixed up in anything illegal?

Is that why he was killed?

I'll tell you one thing.

He was killed by a traitor while serving his country.

Williams?

Yes, sir?

I don't anticipate any trouble.

But ride with this girl at two, sir.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Goodbye, Tori.

A

traitor?

In the Secret Service?

We're pretty sure of it.

But what makes you think that there's a clue in that song?

When one of our best agents goes after a traitor and is killed, and all he

leaves behind is a song, we can be pretty sure that there's a clue in it.

Must be Jim. Come on.

Well, how do you do? I'm James West.

Myra Bates, Mr. West. Pleasure.

Meyer works for Colonel Sharp in the regional office. She's here helping me

gather some information.

Anything on your tests?

Well, we know what kind of ink he used. We know the grade of paper.

We even know the manufacturer's name.

Evergood and Lehman of Oregon.

It's their number three bond.

We've wired them asking for a list of local purchasers, but if there's a

in this song, I can't find it. Well, we're just back where we started.

You think Professor Montague could help us?

Montague?

Isn't he the big brain at the academy in Denver?

If anyone can break your code, he'd be the one.

I caught some of that.

It's the local purchasers of the paper.

Wilson and Son.

Boulder, Colorado.

Wick and Johnson.

Publishers. Denver.

Janus Music Company.

Eden, Colorado.

The Janus Music Company.

Janice is in the ancient Two -Face God.

Of Eden, Colorado.

Eden!

The Garden of Eden!

The Janice Music Company is a likely place for me to call.

While you're doing that, I'm going to take this to Montague and see if you can

find something in him.

Give him my best, and if he can't, he's a better man than I am.

You said that, Jeremy, not I.

Myra, it's been a pleasure.

Bye.

Myra, where's the copy we made of that song?

It's in the lab car.

Hello.

My name's James West, and I'm here to see Mr. Montague. My credentials.

Yes, sir, Mr. West.

Straight to that door.

Then the door at the end of the hallway.

I know.

Gentlemen.

I'll learn something from the way in which you disarmed the assailant with a

knife and then dispatched the man with the gun. You managed to overcome them

all. Learned your lessons well, gentlemen. Jim, you seem better than

Another little demonstration for your students, Mr. Bussing.

Well, they don't often have the opportunity to observe one of the

trade, so to speak.

Thank you, gentlemen. Remember, early classes tomorrow.

I hope you'll forgive me, Jim.

When I got your wire saying you were coming, I couldn't resist dreaming up

little surprise.

Knowing you, sir, I should have expected it.

But don't you think that was playing a little too close?

I don't follow you.

Don't you think it's pushing my luck using real bullets?

Real bullets?

Of course not. They were blanks.

I think not.

Could have rather kneed hole in my coat.

You were hit?

Just nicked me, really. I don't even need treatment.

How are you, Jim?

Well, I'm fine, Alan. I'm sorry to see you again under these circumstances, but

how have you been?

Yeah, I've worked my way up to Mr. Blessing's assistant now.

I don't understand. I... I supervised the loading of the gun myself.

A little sooner, boy, Alan.

If I were you, sir, I'd check those blacks again.

I've known Mr. Drummond a long time.

Good man and an old friend.

He told me someone come in with a sheet of music like this.

And when he did, I was to give him this.

Designed and built the works myself.

Well, anyway, he told me to give it to you.

That's all I know.

Oh, wouldn't you know the... The store is closed at this hour of the night.

Stop doing that there. We're closed.

Because after that, it'll be too late.

That's the big date.

I found out who the traitor was.

All right, hand it over.

I just came in here to have my glockenspiel repaired, and I could come

later.

Really, I could come back later.

The pouch. Give it to me.

You mean this pouch?

That's right. The pouch. Give it to me.

Well, if that's what you want.

All right.

Here are the rest of the files, sir.

Thank you, Thompson.

These are the last, Jim.

The traitor can't be anyone here. Secret service men are too carefully screened.

Someone substituted a real bullet for a blank in the training room.

Somewhere in this organization, there's a man who could destroy the service.

The longer he's free, the more difficult it's going to be to capture him.

Mr. West in the shop. Thank you. We'll be right down.

Just right, just right, just right.

Now, if that had been the real gas, you men would be asleep in seconds.

Yes. Well, perhaps I did get a little bit too much that time, but anyway.

As for the wine itself, it's delicious.

Absolutely delicious.

A little bit dry, perhaps, but, well, that's life. Now, I have another old

device here somewhere.

Oh, what's that? Another interruption?

If James Watt had had all these interruptions, we still wouldn't have

locomotive. Ah, here it is.

Jim!

Jim West.

Yes, sir. It's a pleasure.

Come down to see some of my little toys, have you? Yes, sir, I have.

I've got some dandies here, all the latest ones.

Even a fighter like you can use the latest ones.

Now, look here.

At the base, a little barrel.

And this button?

That's very interesting, sir, but would you take a look at this, please?

That'll be all for today.

This must be very important, James.

Two -faced stranger in the garden?

Oh, no. I don't think I could do justice to this.

My voice isn't what it used to be.

Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind.

The song was given to Mr. West by one of our agents.

He thinks that there's a code in it somewhere.

A code?

Oh, excellent, excellent. I'll get right on to it. A few hours and I'll have it

for you.

We've got a meeting at the Intelligence Division at the Capitol. We'll be back

as soon as possible.

Good, good, good.

Oh, Jim.

If you get a chance, take a look at my living room.

That's your living room. I saw it, didn't I?

I thought the intelligence division could have been a bit more helpful.

Well, they may come up with something. It was worth a try.

I'll be glad the day they finish this construction.

Well, that's progress.

At the rate Denver is growing, it's a wonder every street in town isn't torn

So that's where they print Uncle Sam's money.

Novel setup, isn't it?

Something Montague came up with.

Everyone who enters the engraving section must have his hand stamped with

special ink.

It only shows under that lamp.

No one should enter or leave without that stamp on.

Thank you.

Mr. Blessing, I thought you were at a meeting.

So I was.

I brought a message in from Washington. I put it on your desk.

Thank you, Thompson.

That's all.

Yes, sir.

I'll be right with you.

What the devil?

A problem, sir?

Just an additional hindrance.

Baron Klaus Esterhauser of the Estavian Army will arrive at the Academy as guest

of Washington on an information exchange tour.

Please show him every courtesy.

Signed, James Richmond, Colonel.

Fine time for visitors.

Well, that's a front office problem, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to

see if Professor Montague's making any progress.

Do you think it's wise for you to move around so freely, Jim?

The traitor tried to get you once. There's a good chance he could try

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

Oh, I see.

Well, you mind if I accompany you part of the way?

Come on.

Well, here's where I leave you, Jim.

On second thought, you remember Montague's living room?

Well, this is it. Why don't you come in for a minute?

Fine.

Now, you all know the problem.

The documents have been stolen.

You must retrieve them and put in their place the duplicates.

Now, the house is heavily guarded, and if you are discovered, it means your

death.

Now, gentlemen, I think we're ready for a little practical application.

Stevens? Sir.

In order to simplify matters, let's assume that you know that behind that

landscape painting is a safe.

Now... You'll enter from the door.

Remember, time is against you.

We may have to send for more students.

Comments?

That's an improvement.

Really excellent.

You can relax now.

Never forget.

Never relax.

It could be your death warrant.

Exactly so. And very well put.

A lesson you must learn.

It rather puts me in mind of the affair of the queen's missing necklace.

it seems that she left behind after her, shall we say, a platonic meeting with

the infamous Baron of Brodny.

Naturally, who should she turn to in her hour of need? But myself.

You see, in these cases, discretion is more important than valor.

Well, it was a rather simple matter to scale the walls.

were disposed of in a moment, and then I found myself in

the very heart of his castle. Thank you, Baron, but the men must continue with

their classes.

If you say so, Mr.

Blessing. I would thought that perhaps through the benefit of my experience.

Perhaps at some later date.

You Americans, always the rush, rush, rush.

You may now show me to my quarters.

appointment in Denver, and I wish to change for it.

Bit of a pompous fool, isn't he?

Yes, isn't he?

Is it possible?

No, no, no, no, no. That doesn't do it. That doesn't do it at all.

But I haven't given up yet.

You've been able to break the music down, Professor.

The music? Oh.

Da -dum, da -da -dum, da -dum, da -dum.

Catchy little tune.

No, there's nothing in the music.

This is a sticky one.

Dorman was one of the really clever fellows.

Professor, we don't have much time.

Jim, have you seen this?

Notice his rifle.

Kablam!

Professor, if there is a message in that song, I must have it now, sir.

Oh, you're right. Absolutely right.

No time to stand around and gossip.

Now, if we start all over again, and we assign a numerical value to each of the

letters, and then subtract it either from 26 or from the number of letters in

the title, we may find that there's a cryptogram within the code.

In which case, it may be a little more difficult, but it'd be infinitely more

interesting.

Now... Before the 18th, because after that it'll be too late.

That's the big date.

I've found out who the traitor is.

The traitor is.

The traitor is.

The traitor is.

That's it. The rest of it was shattered when I escaped.

The 18th.

Why the 18th? I don't know. I checked all the information that I could find.

Nothing out of the ordinary is happening.

No big gold shipments. No big meetings. Nothing.

Well, whatever's going to happen, it's going to happen tomorrow.

Any word from Montague?

Come in.

Mr. West?

I'm James West. I have a message for you from Mr. Blessing. Oh, thank you very

much. Yes, sir.

So?

Jim, meet me at my office. I have important information on the trader

I'd better get back to the academy. You coming?

The good Baron is supposed to be visiting friends, so I won't be missed.

I want to play around with this some more.

Check with you later.

The spoon and trees hanging around impatiently.

Thank you.

Okay, Mr. West.

It's a blessing.

Mr. Blessing.

It's called the living room.

But tonight it may be the dying room.

There are no chalk bullets, no talcum explosions.

Your next false step will be your last.

I certainly didn't send you that note.

I realize that, but what are you doing to find out who did, sir?

That's good enough for now.

Our handwriting experts are checking it out.

How long do you think that's going to take?

Less time, I hope, than it takes to eat in one of your ghastly restaurants.

The experience was unbearable.

And if I may offer a word of advice, Mr.

Blessing, I think that you ought to keep your office a trifle neater.

After all, you never know when visitors will come by. But I have not had the

pleasure of meeting this gentleman.

This is James West, Baron Klaus Esterhauser. How do you do?

And now, if you will excuse me, Baron, I'm quite busy.

Then I will not ask you to share a bottle with me.

Mr. West, perhaps you?

By all means.

Well, I have in my quarters a bottle of rare Stavian wine. I think that you will

find it quite interesting.

Mr. Plessy, while we are gone, perhaps you can do something about this office.

Is that some of your handiwork?

What about this wine that I'm going to find? It's so interesting.

You never know who might come looking.

Listen.

So?

Now listen to it this way.

Morse code.

I mean, now we know what they're after.

The Bureau of Engraving on the 18th, but we still don't know who.

We don't know why the 18th, and what's more important, we don't know how.

There's no place to go for reinforcements. We don't know who we can

own academy.

And there's no chance to bring anybody else in by then.

Or rather, I should say by now.

It's after midnight.

It's already the 18th.

18th.

It's been right in front of both of us all the time.

And by the 19th, there won't be any way to get into the sewers.

Absolutely impossible.

I tell you, I have no authority to allow it.

But my dear blessing, I insist.

My people are most interested in the functions of your Bureau of Engraving.

Baron.

I was instructed to give you free reign.

But I have no authority to allow this.

And Grant himself.

Then you'll recognize the signature.

It gives me entree into all the federal facilities.

Now, if there's nothing else, I should like to get started.

Well, Thompson here will have to accompany you.

That I must insist upon.

Of course, of course.

Come along, then, Thompson.

Your left hand.

Your left hand.

I was told that the Bureau operated around the clock.

No, it's pretty quiet here at night.

I see.

I would like to see this room.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Get them outside.

We've got a few more hours.

This is an arrest.

Move to the back of the room. Get your hands in the air.

Up! Up!

West, I'm in a position where you cannot shoot me.

And I have a gun trained on Baron Esterhauser.

If you care nothing for your own life, consider how difficult his death would

to explain to General Grant.

Drop it.

I didn't think even you would get this far.

Get back to work.

Just silence?

No curiosity? No marvel at my plans?

I'm glad you recovered from your bullet wound, Alan. You know, that was genius.

Real bullet.

A little blood on the sleeve.

It took you off the suspect list, but just for a while.

Is that all?

No other questions?

I've got one question, Alan.

What's that?

Why?

It would never occur to you, would it, Jim?

No, everything just seemed to come your way.

You have no idea what I've been through.

After many years of being just an instructor, I finally worked my way up

becoming Blessing's assistant.

A desk job, a life, a $2 raise every year.

Just a couple of hundred feet away all that money.

I never ever stopped thinking about it.

And I finally worked out a way to get it.

And I was just rounding up my crew when that fool Dorman stumbled upon us in

Jackson Bend. So naturally, I had to get rid of him, didn't I?

You know, the funny thing is, it's all so simple.

We just print up all this perfectly legitimate money tonight.

And then we turn the counters back.

Tomorrow, they print up the same number of bills.

Only who's to prove which is the real money, huh?

You see, no one will ever know that there are two bills for every number.

Look how smooth it went, huh?

Faultlessly.

Tell me, you're the brilliant field agent. How would you have accomplished

huh?

I could think of a way.

What's that?

Everyone that goes into the Bureau has to have their hand stamped.

Now, it just might be possible to inject a drug onto the hand.

While being stamped.

And while everyone's unconscious, you and your men come in through the sewers.

It's called caridine.

It works deep into the skin. It takes effect very quickly.

And once the effect wears off, no one is any worse for the wear.

Well, all good things must come to an end.

And as much as it pains me, I think that I'll sleep much better tonight if I

know that you're out of the way.

Printing $100 bills.

Jeremy, there's one thing. You did go through the main entrance, didn't you?

Well, you had to be stamped, right?

Watch out.

I meant to compliment you, Jim. Your theory about the hand -stamped drugging

right. I happen to have the same thought myself.

So...

This kept

the drug from me.

We ought to do something about all this money.

Well, it's all illegal, so it's going to have to be burned.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Oh, do you want a smoke?

Thanks.

You know what you got, Jim?

Style.

Real.

Style.