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- What do I owe ya, bud? - Eighty cents, please.

Eighty cents, huh? Wait just a minute, will ya?

- Oh, Barney. Hello, Barney. - Well, if it ain't private detective Michael Shayne.

- Look, lend me a buck, will ya? - Uh-

- Come on. Be a good boy. - Sure.

Attaboy. Here, bud. Keep the change.

- Ain't seen you for a couple of months. Where have you been? - Oh, places-

- San Francisco, Seattle- big case. - Oh, stop kiddin'.

Why don't you come back on the force?

- At least you'll have a dollar to loan to a private detective. - Ha-ha. Very funny.

Don't move or I'll plug ya.

- Hello, Ethel! - Mr. Shayne.

- How are ya? - You just about scared me clean outta my skin.

Hey, where's my leadin' lady, huh? Ooh, candy.

- Well, she isn't here today. - Where is she?

On her way to the city hall.

- All right, something's wrong. Come on. Spill it. - Merle's gettin' married today.

- Gettin'married? She can't do that to me! - You can't blame her none, Mike.

After all, she was caught between a stiff breeze and plenty of wind.

- Talk English. - Well, you gave her a stiff breeze...

- and he gave her plenty of wind. - Who's he?

"To Merle- a genuine pearl-

- Alexis "Foun-yeer"? - Pronounced "Fo-nay."

- Yeah, very. When did she meet this guy? - Couple of weeks ago.

- Well, who is he? - Well, he sells us the Fournier One-minute Wart Remover.

And boy, is it fo-nay.

I'll be seeing you.

Where you going?

Gotta remove a wart.

- Alexis? - What is it, maritchka?

I, uh- I was wondering if-

if we aren't being too rash in getting married so soon.

After all, we've only known each other four weeks.

Nonsense, my little bubitchke. We have already been married in heaven.

This is only a legal ceremony on Earth.

You speak so beautifully. It sounds like music.

I only play the music. You, my maritchka, compose it.

Keep it.

Just a minute. You Alexis Fournier?

- I am. - I'm Inspector Peterson. You're under arrest.

- Arrest? - Say, wait a minute. What's the charge?

- Peddling illegal drugs, bigamy and blackmail. - This is ridiculous!

This is your mug, isn't it?

- Hey, where did you get that picture? - You'll find out at headquarters.

- All right, boys. Take him away. - This is outrageous!

- Leave him alone! - Interfering with an officer, huh?

- Let me alone! - You come along!

Ninety dollars, Mr. Shayne, and them's the landlord's orders.

Be a good soul, Mrs. Flaherty. You wouldn't be after throwin' out...

a poor, hardworking man who's been down on his luck, would you?

Stop your shenanigan.

You ain't pulling any of your charming ways on me, Michael Shayne. Pay up or get out.

Uh, look-

- Who is it? - It's me, Merle.

Just a minute, sweetheart, I- Here. Out the back way, and quick about it.

- What for? - For the love of Michael Shayne.

Oh, no. No, no, no! No, no!

Come in, sweetheart.

Don't you "sweetheart" me, you tin-plated, pinheaded stool pigeon.

Oh, now, sweetheart. I couldn't stand by and see you throw your life away on a wart remover.

- I love ya. - You love me!

No, no! No, no, please.

- Tell that to that redhead of yours! - What redhead?

- The one in Seattle! - Oh, that!

That's what's wrong with you dames. You believe every silly rumor you hear about a guy.

- Rumor, huh? - Right.

You're not the only private detective. Try and laugh this one off.

"While there is no doubt that Miss Ruby Raymond...

"was with Mr. Shayne on a professional mission...

"our investigator"s detailed report compels us to believe...

- that there was a strong social relationship." - That's-

"A strong social relationship." Think fast, Mike Shayne.

- Jealous, huh? Proves you love me. - Loved- past tense.

No, no! Wait. Wait, wait, honey. Telephone.

Now be careful of that. That was your birthday present to me.

- Hello? - Mike? Inspector Peterson.

Oh, hello, Inspector. It's the inspector.

We just got through turnin' the heat on this Fournier guy.

I gotta hand it to you. You sure had him pegged right.

That wart remover was just a blind. He's got a record a mile long.

Everything in the book- bigamy, blackmail, forgery.

Hey, Inspector. Do you mind repeating that last part?

Fournier is wanted for everything in the book- bigamy, blackmail, forgery.

Very good work, Inspector. Thanks for letting me know.

- Thanks a million to you. Good-bye. - Good-bye.

Very sorry, darling. I had to do it.

You see, I had to save you from yourself.

Oh, Mike, I've missed you so much.

Ah, that's my little pal. And don't you worry about me anymore, honey.

I'm never gonna leave you again. From now on I'm gonna be called "Mike the carpet-slipper man."

- Hmm? - You mean, you're really quitting the detective racket?

Hey, now wait a minute. What's so wrong about being a detective?

Look, I want to be your wife, not your widow.

- That or else. - You drive a pawnbroker's bargain...

but, okay, I'll quit.

Oh, Mike, that's swell. As soon as you get a job, we'll get married...

- and buy that ranch in the valley and raise rabbits and- - Raise rabbits?

- Among other things. - Mm-hmm!

Good morning, sweetheart. Did I wake you up?

Oh, no, Mike. I've been awake for hours.

Well, you can dust off that marriage license. I got me a job.

You have?

Oh, gee, Mike, that's swell. What kind is it?

A legitimate one. Mm-hmm. Thomas Aircraft Company.

Oh, as a- as a riveter.

Yeah, I'll give you all the dope about it tonight. Bye-bye, sweets.

Good-bye, Mike.

- Thanks, Joe. That puts me in the clear. - Forget it.

I could use a dozen more like you. There's a heck of a lot of police work to be done...

- around a plant like this. - We gotta keep it on the q.t. From the little woman-

at least until we get hitched.

- You heard me tell her I'm a riveter. - You are.

- Aw, quit your kiddin'. - Your identification card reads that way.

As far as everyone in this plant is concerned, you will be a riveter.

- I don't know anything about riveting. - You'll attend our school...

learn the ropes, and after that, go in and keep your eyes open.

Oh, factory stool pigeon, huh? No, thanks, Joe. Count me out. I don't like finger men.

Who said anything about being a finger man?

There's a war going on. Did you ever hear of sabotage?

- That's an animal with a different smell. When do I start? - Right away.

- Good. - First you'll be fingerprinted and mugged.

Well. That"ll be somethin" different, huh?

- Get you a gate pass, then you'll be ready to go to school. - Good.

Attention, all police officers. Allow no one to enter or leave these premises...

- until further notice. - Chief, there's been a robbery. Cashier's office.

- What's up, Jonesy? - Look, it's Vanderhoefen.

- He's been slugged. Out cold. Get the doctor. - Okay.

- What happened? - Came in a few minutes ago, and there he was on the floor.

- I turned on the alarm. - Check the vault and see what's missing.

- Good morning. - Oh, in here, Doc.

- How is he? - He's coming to now.

Mr. McCordy, please! They're gone.

- What's gone? - The diamonds.

- Are you sure? - Yes. That's the diamond drawer.

Just got a new shipment in day before yesterday- $100,000 worth.

- Notify Mr. Thomas immediately. - What's an airplane factory doing with diamonds?

- They use 'em in the plant. - Don't get sore, Joe. I was just askin'.

They're industrial diamonds. They use them for grinding things...

like motors, dies, tools, grinding wheels.

- They must've been insured. - Oh, it isn't the money value.

Ever since the war started, the world supply's been limited...

- and Uncle Sam dishes 'em out only by priority. - Oh.

How do you feel?

I'm, uh, fine, thank you.

- What happened? - I don't really know.

I was opening the vault, as I always do when I come in in the morning...

when I'm suddenly struck.

That's all I remember.

- Could you see who hit you? - No. It happened so quickly.

- What time did you get in here this morning? - My usual time, promptly 7:30.

- Did you open the vault right away? - Yes, sir.

Whoever pulled this job had plenty of time to make a getaway.

Why not check the exits?

Over 6,000 men change shifts at 8.00. It was well timed, all right.

Doctor, if you please, bandage my head now.

- I think I'd like to go home. - Of course. Come with me.

- Let's get back to the office. - Yeah.

McCordy. Have you found out anything yet?

- Not yet, Mr. Thomas. - Let's not hurry. Let's wait till the war is over.

- But, Mr. Thomas- - My plant has been robbed, and nothing is being done about it.

- Something is being done about it. - Oh, who are you?

- Michael Shayne, one of my new men. - What's being done, Mr. Shayne?

- We've got a good lead. - Meaning what?

When a man's really out cold, his eyelids don't flutter...

not even if you touch the eyeball itself.

I never liked riddles. Let's be specific.

It's quite possible that Vanderhoefen stole the diamonds-

hid them or got rid of them-slugged himself and then pretended to be out cold.

Nonsense. Vanderhoefen came here highly recommended as a reliable diamond cutter.

He might be a good diamond cutter, but as an actor, he's an awful ham.

- You seem mighty sure of yourself. - I am.

Of course, you can't throw a guy in jail because he's got fluttering eyelids.

- Then what do you suggest? - If it's all right with you...

- I'd like to find out some more about this Vanderhoefen guy. - It's all right.

- Get busy at once, and don't spare anything. - Yeah.

Oh, I want this kept quiet- no outside police, no newspapers.

I want no unfavorable publicity. Is that understood?

- Check. - Yes, sir.

Good morning. The manager ain't here today. I's takin' charge.

Well, this is the telephone company. Vanderhoefen, phone out of order.

You is on a wild-goose chase, mister.

The only thing that's wrong with that phone is the service is done cut off.

- Didn't he pay his bills? - He done paid his bills regular.

Mr. Vanderhoefen was one fine gentleman.

- I feels very sad to see him leave. - When's he goin'?

He's done gone. He bid me farewell and so long early this morning.

Here they is now comin'for his trunk.

- Vanderhoefen's trunk? - Right there it is, mister.

Be careful. It's loaded somethin' solid.

- Thanks very much. - You is welcome.

- Say, you boys goin' downtown? - Yeah.

- You mind if I grab a lift? - Sure, hop on.

Thanks very much.

- Thanks for the buggy ride. - We're goin' further downtown as soon as we drop this trunk off.

No, this is fine for me. Thanks very much.

Go over to Gerber"s apartment. Don't leave there under any circumstances.

- I'll phone you later this afternoon. - All right.

Hey, taxi!

Taxi!

Hey, bud.

- Fix me up one of those. - Cost you as much for one as for a hundred.

- One will be enough. - You're the doctor. What do you want on it?

- Dixie Dry Goods Company, Atlanta, Georgia. - Don't you want a name on it?

- President, general manager or something? - That's not a bad idea.

- Let's see-What's your name? - Sherman.

- Oh, no, that's awful! - Hey, what's the idea?

No, it's nothing personal. It's just that Sherman and Atlanta don't go together.

- Oh. - Let me see. Henry Breckenri-

- Henry Breckenridge Lee, president. Got that? - Yes, sir.

- Okay. You better put a "colonel" in the front of it. - Yes, sir.

- And a "junior" at the end. - Say, you know, I'm a junior myself.

- My father was one of- - Skip the pedigree, Junior, and roll the presses.

- Yes, sir. "Cause Col. Henry Breckenridge Lee...

is in a hurry, a powerful hurry.

Hah. If you please.

How do you do, Colonel Lee? I'm Miss Hoffman.

Mighty pleased to meet you indeed, mighty pleased.

- Won't you step this way, please? - Thank you.

- Oh, allow me. - Why, thank you.

My, it's mighty quiet in here.

I'd expected to find you all powerful busy.

Well, as a matter of fact, buyers don't usually come in here.

- Most of our business is done by salesmen on the road. - Is that so? I do declare.

Won't you sit down? I'll have Mr. Hagerman, our sales manager, wait on you.

That'll be mighty nice of you.

There's a customer out there. Here's his card. I told him you'd see him.

Very well. Keep on packing. I'll be back in a moment.

- Colonel Lee, this is Mr. Hagerman. - Ah. Sir.

- How do you do, Colonel? - Pleasure's mine, sir.

- I thought I'd drop in and take a look at some of your samples. - Very nice.

- Please sit down. - Thank you.

- Have you ever done business with our company before? - No, sir.

As a matter of fact, my firm has never carried a line of dresses before.

Then how did it happen that you chose us?

Uh, well, you see...

I'm a very sentimental young cuss.

My good old mammy's name is Daisy Bell.

Mr. Hagerman.

One moment.

- Pardon me. Long-distance telephone. - That's quite all right, sir.

Plenty of time. No hurry at all.

- I told you not to leave Gerber's apartment. - Gerber sent me with a message.

- It's too important to say it on the telephone. - What is it?

- We mustn't send these dresses on the boat tonight. - Why not?

The American government found out about our trick.

- They also know about us? - No, only the trick.

- Who gave you this information? - Our representative at the customs office.

You wait here a moment. I've got a customer in there. I'll get rid of him.

- Oh, I thought you'd forgotten all about me. - Sorry to keep you so long.

Quite all right. Just trot out a few models, and we'll get down to business.

Unfortunately, that will have to wait until Monday. We close at noon on Saturdays.

Oh, I see. Well, that's too bad. I-

You see, I'd figured on leaving town tonight or tomorrow at the very latest.

In that case, I will see to it that our representative in Atlanta surely calls on you.

That's mighty fine of you, sir, mighty fine.

You don't mind if I take a little look through your plant, do you?

That, again, will have to wait until Monday. Everything is locked up.

- I'm very sorry, Colonel. - Think nothing of it, sir. Think nothing of it.

- I'll try to drop in on my next visit to town. - Please do.

- Y'all can count on that. Good day, sir. - Good day, Colonel.

Rudolph, that man is not a customer.

He's an employee from the Thomas Aircraft Company.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

Then we haven't seen the last of him. Miss Hoffman.

- Yes? - Go to the window and watch him.

We've got to work quickly.

Excuse me.

Hello? Merle Garland Beauty Shoppe.

Hello, darling.

Hello, Mike. Oh, my goodness. What's all the noise?

Oh, I'm, uh- I'm calling from the plant.

- Oh, that's swell. How's it going? - Yeah. What did you say, dear?

I said, how is it going?

Oh, swell. I'm taking to it like a duck to water.

Say, I called you up to tell ya I won't be able to have dinner with you tonight.

I have to finish up a piece of work I'm doing.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry too, sweetheart, but I'm taking this job seriously.

There's no use passing up that good overtime money, you know.

Oh, Mike, I'm so glad to hear you talk like that.

Speak louder! I can't hear a thing you're saying!

I said, you don't know how happy I am to know...

that you're doing good, honest work and that you're safe.

- Do you really like it? - Oh, I wouldn't do anything else.

I gotta go now, dear.

Yeah, I'll see ya later on tonight, huh?

That's it. Bye-bye, dear.

Oh, eh, I was just talking to my sweetheart.

Oh.

Oh, taxi!

Taxi.

- Where to, sir? - Drop me off around the corner.

Okay.

- Yes? - He just left in a taxi.

Keep watching.

He's gone. Come on. Hurry up.

Oh!

Excuse me, buddy.

Gee, I'm sorry.

Oh, uh...

I'd like some, uh-

Oh, you have funny faces.

He just came back. He went into Toby's store.

We must get rid of him, otherwise we will not be able to move these trunks.

You are still going to send these dresses to Honolulu with our representative?

The dresses, yes, but not the diamonds.

- Who is going to take the diamonds? - That Gerber will decide.

Now listen to me carefully. Miss Hoffman and I will leave this building.

The detective may follow us. If he does, get a truck and move these trunks immediately.

- Supposing he doesn't follow you. - In that case, he will attempt to come in here.

Then, of course- Heh! Felix and Arthur will take care of him.

We'll take good care of him, huh, Felix?

No shooting, you understand? Just hold him here till I come back.

Uh, you go back to Gerber's. Use the back door and take these, hmm?

Miss Hoffman.

Here, how's this?

Ha-ha! Scared you, didn't I?

Oh, I was a rascal when I was a kid.

Oh, here's one for you. Oh, yes, very nice.

Chin up. How do you like that, madam?

It's quite attractive, isn't it? Needs a little permanent, but otherwise, it's very-

Ah, let's see- Oh, oh, here's one for me.

Uh, taxi.

Go ahead.

- Say, have you got a hacksaw? - Hacksaw?

- Yeah, or a hammer and a chisel? - Hammer and chisel? No!

- Where is there a hardware store? - Down on the corner of 15th Street.

Okay, here. Thanks for the use of the hall.

We better lock up early, Bertha. He may come back.

Yes!

That's him.

Don't move.

Go ahead. Mr. Hagerman will be here in a few minutes.

Oh, I can hardly wait.

- Well, what a pleasant surprise. Glad to see you again, Colonel. - Just skip the orchids.

As you wish. But how did he get in?

They dropped me off with the evening paper.

- Through the roof. He broke the lock on the skylight. - With these.

I see. Excellent.

Exactly who are you?

Exactly Oliver Twist. What are you gonna do with me?

Hand you over to the police, eventually.

Blarney. You don't want the police messing around in here any more than I do.

- But why not? - A cop with hay fever could smell out this blind.

In many ways, you're a very clever man.

In many, only a boy. I'm a legitimate merchant.

Have operated this business for five years.

I pay my taxes and obey the laws-

And steal industrial diamonds and smuggle them back to your boss.

Hmm.

Search him.

You'll find what you're looking for in this pocket here.

- It's the card in the celluloid case. - Oh, thank you very much.

"Thomas Aircraft Company."

"Michael Shayne, riveter." Very interesting.

Come on, come on. Let's get going.

- Where? - Well, where do you usually purge your customers?

Purge? You're a very amusing person, Mr. Shayne.

So naive.

Hey, uh, do you mind if I sit down?

Don't shoot, you fool!

Oh!

That's that man!

Come on, honey. Let's get outta here.

Sorry. Joe, quick. Let me have a couple of men.

I'll have those diamonds back in one hour.

Sorry, Mike, but you've got too much imagination.

Besides, you went off the payroll a half an hour ago.

- I- I what? - Thomas's orders.

- Well, for why? - Some guy from a dress company phoned Thomas and said...

that you'd broken into his joint with a hammer and chisel.

Don't you see, Joe? That's the gang that Vanderhoefen is tied up with.

- I'll see Thomas myself if- - No, don't do that. If you do, I'll get fired too.

- Just let me have a couple men. - I'm sorry. It's tough luck, but that's the way it goes.

If you'd have got him with the goods, Thomas'd probably given you a medal.

Tell him to keep it shined up, because the time I get through...

with Hagerman, Vanderhoefen and company, I still might get that medal-

or a tombstone.

- Wait a minute. Hold the presses. - I'm closin' up. It's 5:00.

- I got to have another card. - Okay. Won't take a second. The type is still set up.

This is different. This time it's San Fernando Realty Company...

Los �ngeles, California.

- Say, what did you say your name was? - Sherman.

- No, I mean, what's your whole name? - Theodore H. Sherman Jr.

Okay, then make it Theodore H. Sherman Jr., sales manager.

- You go in and out of business faster than I can print. - Skip it.

- Roll the presses, will ya? - Okay.

- Come on. Hey, Merle? - Hello.

- Hello, Ethel. - Hello, Mr. Shayne.

- Hello, workingman. Oh, you look wonderful. - Hey, look out!

- I'm all dirt and grease. - I don't care. It's honest dirt.

- Merle, I want you to meet Mr. Sherman. Miss Garland. - How do you do, Miss Garland?

- How do you do, Mr Sherman? - Go on. Tell her.

I'm sales manager of the San Fernando Realty Company.

- I bumped into Mike as he was leaving the plant. - Yeah, he bumped into me.

He told me you're interested in the Dodson ranch out in the valley.

Oh, yes. Mike and I have had our eye on that place for a long time.

That's a mighty fine piece of property, Miss Garland, and by an odd coincidence just today...

- the Dodson family turned it over to my firm for a quick sale. - Really?

- Yes. Mr. Dodson died yesterday. - Yeah, poor guy's ticker.

The family needs money badly. I know you don't like to take advantage...

of other people's misfortunes, but that's what makes a good buy a bargain.

- What are they asking for it? - Sixty-five hundred.

- The last time it was 9,000. - Yeah, I know.

Exactly. That's why I'm here. You can buy it tonight for 6,500...

with a down payment of just $1,000.

It's an awfully good bargain, but do we have to decide tonight?

Honey, this poor family needs burial money. If they should get it...

from somebody else tomorrow, we're liable to lose out on a swell deal.

Yes, tonight's the psychological time to cinch it.

Well, what do you think, Mike?

Honey, I think we oughta buy it. I got a job now.

Of course, I've only had it one day, but I know that's it. I'm gonna stick to it.

All right. What do we have to do?

Give me a check for $1,000 made out to William Dodson.

- Mike and I'll take it out to them right away. - Yeah.

- What about payments? - Payments?

They're just very small payments, little teensy-weensy things.

- We can handle those easy. - Okay, it's a deal. I'll get my checkbook.

- What are your accommodations? - I haven't got any yet. Where do you get a ticket?

- This way, sir. - Okay.

- There you are, sir. - Oh, good.

Say, Captain, you got any cabins left on "A" Deck?

I think I can find you one.

Good.

How about 25? That's my lucky number.

- A-25 is available. - That's swell.

- And your name, sir? - William Dodson.

William... D-O-D-S-O-N.

- That's right. - A-25.

All right, Mr. Dodson. That'll be $190.

I've got a check here for a thousand dollars made out to my order.

- I see. As a rule, we- - Skipper, all you have to do with that check...

is put it through the bank Monday morning.

If it bounces, you can radio the ship, and they'll put me in the brig.

If it doesn't bounce, radio the ship and they give me my change.

- It's perfectly simple, isn't it? - Perfectly. Will you endorse it?

- Gladly. - Here you are, sir.

I'll give you a receipt.

Okay, A-25. We'll get your ticket for you on the boat.

All right, thank you. Come on, bud.

Hey, bud, drop the bags off at my cabin, will ya?

Thank you, sir.

- Mike, Mike. - Well, as I live and breathe, if it isn't Helen Shaw.

- You sour face. Am I glad to see you. - Gosh, do you look beautiful.

- Why, thanks. - Say, it has been an awful long time.

- Too long. How are you? - I'm fair to middlin'.

- How you been, Helen? - Pretty good. And it's not Helen Shaw.

- It's Connie Ross. - Connie Ross?

- Yeah. What's the matter? Don't you like it? - Sure, I like it.

- But why the new moniker? - After that rotten publicity in the Hamilton divorce?

Oh, yeah. The boys did give you a pretty bad roll of the dice on that.

I'd have gotten worse if it hadn't been for you, Mike. But that's ancient history.

I'm a business lady now. I run a shop in Honolulu.

- Swell, you can show me the town. - You sailing too?

- Yeah. - Great.

Who's being trailed by that old bloodhound Michael Shayne now?

Ah, it isn't that this time. This is a pleasure trip, and the name is Bill Dodson.

Bill Dodson, huh? Pleasure trip. You liar.

It is a pleasure trip, and it is Bill Dodson- to everyone else.

Okay. Your skeleton is safe in my closet.

- Thanks. - Let's go down to my cabin, and I'll buy a drink.

That's a good idea. Maybe this will be a pleasure trip after all.

- Good evening, Miss Ross. - Hello, Nappy.

- I'm delighted to see you again. - Bill, this is Nappy, the best steward on the seven seas.

- This is Mr. Dodson. - Merci, madame. Napol�on Paul-Arthur Dubois.

- It's a pleasure to serve you, sir. - Nappy, would you get me some-

- Glasses and soda, madame? In your cabin. - Please. That would be-

Now that is the kind of a servant that every-

- Here we are. - What? Oh.

- Oh, is this your cabin? - More like my home. I made 10 crossings in it. Why?

- What a coincidence. I got the one right next door. - No! Mais c'est magnifique.

Huh? Oh, yeah, sure, plenty magnifique.

Plenty, plenty magnifique. Hello there!

Pardon me, Miss Ross, but may I introduce myself? I'm Juan Arturo O'Hara...

your fellow traveling companion, and one of the nicest chaps you'll ever know.

Modest, how rare. You seem to know my name. Have we met?

No, I got your name from the passenger list.

- You are Connie Ross of Honolulu, aren't you? - Yes.

Well, I'm a friend of a friend of yours- Herb Dixon of Boston?

- Oh, you know Herb? - Very well. I've often heard him speak of you.

How nice. This is Mr. Dodson. Mr. O'Hara.

- Hello, Dodson. - How do you do?

O'Hara-That mixes with Juan Arturo like gin and beer.

It's my father's fault. He married a wonderful girl from Chile.

- Let's all go drink to their wonderful son. - You are modest.

- Right in here. We'll never get a better excuse than that. - Thanks.

- Hey, look at this! - This cabin is lovely.

- Relax boys. - What, no swimming pool?

Put it right here. Mix us a little nectar from the gods.

- Ah! - What will you have, Mr. Dodson?

- Just a little scotch, straight. - Oh, a little?

- That's it. - And you"ll have grappa again, SenorJuan?

Yes, Nappy, old boy, but I think I'll try something a little different.

- A nick more bourbon, huh? - Oh!

- I see you and Nappy are friends. - Yes.

We've been through a lot together. I've been on board since 8:00.

- Oh, I thought you were an old friend of his. - I am.

After a steward of Nappy's ability unpacks your luggage...

he knows more about you than your own mother.

- What have you learned from Senor Juan's luggage? - Forgive me, madame...

but to tell that would not quite be-

- On the up-and-up. - Now, come on.

Nonsense, Nappy, old boy. Go on. Tell them everything.

Come on. We've got to get acquainted sometime, Nappy. Go ahead.

- Yeah, come on. - All right, madame.

I believe Senor Juan is a man of means and is extremely well traveled.

- Hmm! - And that was only after unpacking the first bag.

Now tell them what you discovered after you unpacked the second bag...

- and carefully laid out my papers. - Oh, no, senor, please.

- Let's get the real dirt. - Go on. Tell them.

Well, if- if the senor insists. Senor Juan has some letters of introduction...

from high government officials in Washington to high officials in Hawaii...

and the Philippine Islands, and that he's a banker by profession.

- A banker. Well, we invited the right guy. - Nappy'd make a great detective.

I'd love to know how Nappy will size you up, Bill, after he unpacks your bags.

- I already have, madame. - You already have?

Yes, sir, and I hope you'll find everything in order.

This guy's a prestidigit- uh- uh- genius, you know?

- Come on, Nappy. Tell us what you found. - Please, come on.

- If O'Hara can take it, I can. - All right, sir.

I'm sorry to say, madame, that the contents of Mr. Dodson's luggage...

- has told me very little about him. - Nappy, you're slipping.

- I have found out one thing. - What?

Monsieur Dodson's decision to make this trip must have been a last-minute one.

- Sir, your clothes were packed in a hurry. - That's pretty good.

- What? No papers? - Yes, there were some papers.

- Aha! Tell us about it. - Nappy, tell us. Hurry up.

I'm sorry to say, they were just a few unpaid bills.

Those are my bags you unpacked all right, Nappy.

Well, we're on the way.

- Ah. To a bon voyage. - Oh, what a dull toast.

- From a sultan to a Reuben. - I think I can.

All right, unscramble that now.

Um, to a voyage full of excitement...

adventure and romance.

- Mmm! That is better. - Oh, is that all?

You want to put in your two cent's worth?

Yes. I'd like to add a touch of mystery.

All right. To excitement, adventure, romance and mystery.

- Salud. - Drink 'er down.

Mmm.

- That's all right. I'll get it. Excuse me. - Oh, sorry.

- Hello? - Come to my cabin right away.

It's on "B" Deck, number 101.

Why, yes, I'd be glad to come. Thank you, Captain.

Sorry, boys, but you'll have to excuse me a few minutes.

On board ship, an invitation from the captain is a command.

- Nappy? - Yes, madame?

- Would you look after my friends, please? - Certainly, madame.

- Hurry back. - Okay.

She's what I call an attractive woman.

Yeah, she's a very regular fella too.

- Oh, you've known her long? - Well, a couple of years.

I don't mean to intrude in your personal life, Dodson...

but do you claim the right-of-way with the princess of the Princess Nola?

- No. As far as I'm concerned, you got a green light. - �Bueno!

- Pour us another one, will you, Nappy, old boy? - Yes, sir.

- We'll drink this one to Cupid. - No, pass me up. I'm gonna turn in.

- I'll see you on deck in the morning. - All right. Good night.

- Good night. - Night, sir.

- I guess I'm deserted. - Oh, yeah?

- May as well turn in too. Buenas noches, Nappy, old boy. - Good night, sir. Happy dreams.

Good night.

Ahh!

Come in. You look very charming, my dear.

Thanks. What is it you want, Hagerman?

On this trip, my name is Hartman.

Sit down.

- Have a candy? - No, thank you.

This man you met on deck- You know him well?

- Quite well. - He didn't know you were sailing, of course.

- No, I haven't seen him in two years. - You're certain.

Of course I'm certain. Why the third degree?

He's Michael Shayne, a detective- a man we caught at the factory today.

- Mike! - Yes.

Oh. So that's why he's on board.

Well, I'm certainly glad you tipped me off.

He doesn't know I'm on the ship, and he mustn't know.

- All right. Is that all? - Yes.

- Watch him closely and keep me informed. - I will.

- Nappy, have my friends gone? - Oui, madame, as soon as you left.

- They went to bed. Is there anything else I can do for you? - No, thank you.

Very well. Good night, madame.

Good night.

Cabin A-25, please.

Hello? Oh, hello, Helen.

- Meet me on the promenade deck right away. - Sure, right away.

- I hope I didn't disturb you. - Not a bit, Nappy, old boy. What's up?

You asked me to tell you when Mr. Dodson leaves his cabin. Well, he just left...

and Miss Ross left only a minute before him.

Oh, dirty work, huh? Behind my back too.

Well, I'll have to do something about that. Thanks, Nappy, old boy.

It's a pleasure, SenorJuan.

Well, Miss Connie. Here I am. What's up?

Mike, what are you doing on board this boat?

I told ya. I'm just taking a trip.

Never mind the eyewash. You're talking to Helen.

Well, all right.

I was hired by a middle-aged Romeo to keep tabs on his pretty young thing...

who is recuperating on an ocean voyage.

- You're a liar. - I'm not the only one.

- What do you mean? - What are you doing on board?

- I'm going back to Honolulu. - Back to Honolulu. Yeah, I know. But why?

- I live there. My business is there. - What business?

The dress business. The Connie Ross shop.

- Why do you have to commute back and forth so often? - I come over on buying trips.

- Ha-ha-ha. - All right then. Think what you like.

But believe me, Mike, when I tell you to keep your nose out of trouble.

Hey, Connie, did the captain ask you to tell me that?

You're smart. But a lot of smart guys wind up taking second money.

Oh, that's because they bet on the long shots.

No, you see, in this race, the jockey's a personal friend of mine.

Then take the jockey's tip: Don't stick your neck-

- Get back. - What was that?

That, my dear, was an unsuccessful attempt on the life of Michael Shayne.

- I didn't hear a shot. - He used a silencer. That's why you didn't hear it.

Maybe now you'll take my warning seriously.

You know, I could suspect that you got me up here for a target.

- Even as a gag, I don't like that. - All right, skip it.

- What's going on here? - Oh.

- Oh, playing games. - Some people might call it that.

- All joking aside, what happened? - We were playing leapfrog and slipped.

I think I'll take the rest of my exercise in my cabin. It's healthier there.

- If you two don't mind. - Good night.

- Good night. - Buenas noches, se�or.

Yeah.

- You know, I don't think I like Dodson. - Seems to be mutual.

- He told me you two were old friends. - Did he?

Mm-hmm. What's his business?

He's a- Oh, he's mixed up in all sorts of deals.

Oh? I hope his presence on board isn't going to interfere with us.

I don't understand. How can it?

- Oh, I- I mean, with our plans. - Are there plans?

- Mmm, I dreamed up a few. - For instance?

Oh, to begin with, the first thing we want to do is to get rid of Dodson.

Then, the only man on board, as far as you're concerned, will be Juan Arturo O'Hara.

Even coming from the great O'Hara...

that sounds a little like an order.

It is.

Hey, where'd all the good cheese crackers go?

- Down Mr. Dodson's gullet. - Oh, a fine thing.

- Here you are, Dodson. - Thanks.

This being our last night out, listen to the toast I whipped up.

Connie, Bill and Juan met aboard ship.

Together they had an exciting trip.

Tomorrow in Honolulu they will arrive. Let's hope all three will be alive.

- What a cheerful outlook. - On this boat, you can never tell.

Yeah, he's right. With some guy running around loose with a silencer...

- you never can tell. - See, Connie? Dodson gets my point.

- Hmm. - Oh, Mr. Dodson?

- Yeah. - Message for you.

Oh, come on in, bud.

- There you are. - Thank you.

I'm so popular.

Hey, listen to this. Sounds like a gag.

"You and your two friends"- that must be you two-

"are invited to a scavenger hunt.

If interested, carry out the enclosed instructions."

Signed, "The Noisemakers of the Princess Nola.

The hunt starts at midnight."

Midnight? The noisemakers will have to make noise without me.

No, wait a minute. Wait till you hear it all.

"Go to forward hold, hatch number four, compartment "B."

"Open a trunk marked "Daisy Bell Dress Company."

"Tear a button off one of the dresses and bring it to the promenade deck.

Your accomplishment will be rewarded. Your failure will be penalized."

That sounds exciting. Let's see it.

People who dream up such daffy ideas ought to be shot.

- I second the motion. - Well, aren't you folks going?

- Tonight little Connie goes to bed early. - Little Bill too.

Well, then I guess little Juan Arturo has to go down the hatch alone.

- Down the hatch. - Mm-hmm.

- Seven bells. It's 11:30. - That's right.

- Well, you'll have to excuse me. I'm folding up. - Me too.

Not me. I'm going on that scavenger hunt.

Ah, it looks like a great night for hunting.

You aren't crazy enough to break into some stranger's trunk?

Oh, it must belong to one of those noisemakers. Well, see you cowards in the morning.

- Yeah, we'll call on you in the brig. - Hasta luego.

Au revoir.

- I'm dead. Good night. - Good night.

Huh? Oh. I'm- I'm awfully sorry.

- Anything I can do for you, madame? - No, thank you, Nappy.

- Go right back to sleep, Nappy. Good night. - Thank you, sir.

- Good night. - Good night, madame.

I'm sorry, madame, but you asked me to tell you if Mr. Dodson leaves his cabin tonight.

- Well, uh, he just left. - Oh, thank you, Nappy.

You're welcome, madame.

Cabin B-101, please.

Hello? This is Connie.

I must see you at once.

I'll come right away.

- Has something happened? - I'll say it has.

What's the idea of sending that scavenger invitation to Shayne?

- What are you talking about? - Those trunks in the hold.

If he finds a diamond in one of those buttons, I'm on my way to the pen.

Calm yourself, Constance. There are no diamonds in your trunks.

Horsefeathers. I've made five trips that way, haven"t I?

- I ought to know. - That's perfectly true.

But at the last moment, Gerber decided not to use the button trick.

Then where are the diamonds?

I'll show you.

In these jars, my dear, nicely coated with molasses and honey.

- That's a good trick. - Leave it to Gerber to think of something clever.

- Then who sent the invitation? - What invitation?

I was having cocktails in my cabin with Shayne, when a boy entered with a note.

And as soon as Shayne left his cabin, I called you.

A detective working out a scheme...

of how to dispose of himself is very amusing.

- Yes, we must do that. - Do what?

Take these to your cabin in this bon voyage basket.

And carry it to shore with you tomorrow.

As usual, Connie has to carry the ball over for a touchdown, huh?

- Oh, wait a minute. I'm coming too. - Where are you going?

To a scavenger hunt.

Don't move.

And drop that gun.

Now turn around.

Handcuffs, huh? That's pretty fancy for a smuggler.

Smuggler? You got it a little twisted, brother.

Here. Pipe this.

- Are you an F.B. I? - Yeah.

Well, wait a minute, will ya? There's an awful mistake goin' on here.

- Not until you're in the brig. - Wait a second, will ya? I gotta tell you somethin'.

Listen, I'm in the same racket as you are. I'm not one of a gang.

- I tell ya, I'm a special investigator. - Ah, cut the blarney.

All right. Go ahead, get your gun. I won't do anything. Go on.

- All right. Now can I get up? - Yeah.

- Oh, no, you don't. - Oh, wait a minute. I just wanna get my wallet.

- I'll get it. - Take a look at the cards in there.

You'll realize the both of us have been a pair of four-star saps.

Sorry, sir, passengers are not allowed in here.

We certainly are a pair of four-star saps. I'm sorry, Shayne.

That's all right. I made the same mistake myself.

- Hey, was this your cute idea? - Oh, I'm not that stupid.

Oh, for goodness sake. Let's get this-

Hey. We're locked in.

Come on! Let's take a crack at that door!

- Can you get a purchase? - No. Only thing that'd move that door'd be a stick of dynamite.

Hey. It's no use. How good are you at drowning?

- I did fine last time. - Come on. Let's pick ourselves a comfortable spot to do it.

Please notify the bridge that there's trouble in compartment "B."

Hatch number four.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Captain Brown, a woman called from the booth in the lounge...

and said there was trouble in compartment "B," hatch number four.

Before I had a chance to talk to her, she hung up and left the booth.

Connect me with the number four hatch, please.

Captain Brown, they don't answer.

Thank you. You'd better take a look at number four hatch, Mr. Richards.

Yes, sir.

Say, O'Hara, I keep wondering about certain things.

Yeah, well, I keep wondering about one thing: Water.

How come after being on board for four days...

you didn't know that the diamonds weren't in the buttons?

I did. I found it out the same night you did.

- So that's why you thought I was one of the mob, huh? - Yeah.

Well, if you knew the diamonds weren't down here...

why did you accept that phony invitation?

Well, it's polite for the host to go to his own party, isn't it?

You mean to say that you sent the invitation?

- Yeah, I did it, with my own little bow and arrow. - Oh, boy, that's rich. But why?

I thought I could smoke you and the princess, the guy with the silencer...

- and the rest of the mob into making a wrong move. - The old squeeze play, huh?

- Yeah. And it works as a rule. - Well, this is a heck of a time for that rule not to work.

- It's Carson. - Untie him, quickly.

- What happened? - A man came in here and pulled a gun on me.

- Where did he go? - They went in compartment "B."

- Not "he"? Who are "they"? - Him and another fella went in there.

Then some other guy came along and closed the door on them and beat it.

Just a minute, sir. The gauge indicates the compartment's nearly full of water.

Fire Control Station, please. Hurry.

They don't answer? Try again, please.

Thanks. Come on.

Well, O'Hara, I guess this is the main event.

- Yeah, and I can't say I like it either. - Make a funny looking headline:

"G-man and private detective drown aboard ship."

Here's the master key, sir.

Been slugged.

Shut it off and turn on the flood control pumps.

Look after him. Come on, Brooks.

Hey, Shayne, I think the water stopped coming in.

- Yeah, I suppose the ocean's gone dry. - No. I tell you, it stopped.

I wish I could go out of my head at the last moment too.

No, look. Look, see it goin' down?

Hey, by george, I think you're right.

Oh-ho!

It's going down all right, kid.

- The water gate stands at empty, sir. - Open 'er up, Carson.

- Come out of there. Keep your hands up. - Hello.

- Up. - Hiya, Skipper.

- Hand 'em over. - What are you doing down here?

- We're- - Who are you?

We're two scavengers swimming home from a hunt.

Have any of you gentlemen got a blotter handy?

- I'm sorry, but I'll have to take you both to the captain. - Oh, that's okay with us.

- Come along, please. - Come on.

Look out!

- Where'd he get you, kid? - Call the doctor, Brooks. I'm going after him.

- Yes, sir. - My shoulder, I guess.

How's he doing, Doc?

Fortunately for him, the bullet missed his lung by a hair.

How long will I have to be laid up, Doc?

Oh, not very long- a week or 10 days.

May as well be six months as far as this case is concerned.

Hello? Yeah. For you, Captain.

Captain Brown speaking.

Yes. What?

I'll come right up. That was Richards.

He's been searching the ship and reports a male passenger has been found dead.

- You mind if I go with you? - Indeed not.

- This might be the clue you men have been looking for. - That's right.

- Oh, Mike. - Yeah?

Look out for silencers. Buenas noches.

Okay.

- He's been shot in the back, sir. - Why, that's Hagerman.

According to the passenger list, his name was Hartman.

- Yeah, I knew him as Hagerman. - You knew him?

- He's one of the gang all right. - You'll want to go through all of his personal effects.

- Nothing but empty suitcases. - The murderer must have thrown his things overboard.

- Yeah, you're probably right. - We'll institute a complete search from stem to stern.

And if necessary, we'll drop anchor off Honolulu until this thing is cleared up.

Oh, uh, Captain, if I'm not butting in too much...

- I'd much prefer to see it the other way around. - What do you mean?

Well, dock as usual, but keep this murder quiet for a couple of days.

I've got some plans I'd like to work out with O"Hara.

Well, it's an unusual procedure...

but I'm willing to cooperate with you gentlemen...

- providing you accept full responsibility. - Yes. We will.

- Very good. - Oh, thanks.

- Well, good morning. - Hello.

You know, I haven't gotten around to thanking you for saving my life last night.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Now, now, now.

There's only one mysterious woman aboard that could've tipped off the captain.

Don't get a swelled head. There was an innocent bystander involved.

- A swell guy by the name of O'Hara. - Mm-hmm.

By the way, I haven't seen him this morning.

- Wonder where he is. - Why don't you ask your friend Hagerman, alias Hartman.

- Still sticking your neck out. - Mm-hmm.

- Last night's lesson didn't teach you a thing, did it? - No.

I was always a dunce in school. Say, you've been holding out on me.

I always bring these hard candies back to Mary.

- She's a young daughter of a friend of mine. - Oh, well.

Far be it from me to stoop to stealing candy from a baby.

Hey, look. You got so many, Mary won't just miss one of them, huh?

I really wish you wouldn't, Mike.

- Oh, but they look so pretty. - I can become very annoyed.

Aw, you just tell her that Mike "the Moocher" swiped one from her. Come on. Let's go.

- Welcome home, Miss Ross. - Hello, Kahli.

- Have a nice trip, Miss Ross? - Oh, yes, thanks, Kahli. Take these, will you please?

I want to arrange about my clothes. I'll be along in a minute.

- I parked the car in the same place as always. - Grand.

You're under arrest.

- Who is? - You are, Mr. Shayne.

- What for? - Grand larceny.

- Grand larceny? - That's what the complaint reads.

- Well, who swore out the complaint? - I did. Remember me?

Merle, honey. What a surprise.

- I knew it was a gag the whole time. - Yeah.

The surprise party comes later-

in jail, Mr. Dodson.

Are you- You mean to say that this is on the level?

Think I'd take the clipper here just to play Parcheesi?

Well, it looks as though our mutual friend Mr. Dodson has double-crossed both of us.

- I- - I can think nothing I'd like better at this time...

than to see this international lover locked tightly behind bars.

I suppose he whispered sweet nothings to you too, huh?

- Sweet nothings is right. - Hey, now-What is all this? I- I-

- Take the romantic Romeo away. - Hey, wait a minute. Honey, I can explain everything.

- Tell it to the judge. Come on. - Oh, that's nice goin'm, pal. What about my luggage?

Miss Garland, is this the check you drew to the order of William Dodson...

and which was cashed by the Pacific Steamship Company?

- Yes, it is, Your Honor. - Mr. Shayne, will you write the name William Dodson, please?

- What's this for, Your Honor? - I want to compare your handwriting...

with the endorsement on the check.

Okay. I cashed it.

- Then you plead guilty? - Well, no, I don't.

Very well. Case continued to the 22nd.

Bail set at $ 1,000 cash.

But I haven't got $1,000.

Look, Your Honor, I'm here on secret government business.

Ha-ha.

Well, please, Your Honor, l- I promise I'll surrender myself tomorrow.

In view of the evidence, I'm afraid I'll have to have more than your word for that.

All right then.

Call up John A. O'Hara of the F.B.I.

He's in the hospital aboard the Princess Nola. He'll vouch for me.

- Very well. - Thanks, Your Honor.

- Careful, Judge. He's as slippery as an eel. - Oh-ho, she-

We'll keep our eyes on him. Take Mr. Shayne to the detention room.

Yeah. And, oh, Your Honor, do you mind hurrying it up?

- Very well. - Thanks.

You can go back to your hotel if you like. I'll let you know of the developments.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Connect me with the steamship Princess Nola, please.

Oh. Come to papa.

- What? - Oh, just a bad hand.

Oh. Hmm.

Mr. Shayne, the judge wants to see you.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh, uh-

Go ahead, draw. Go on, go on.

That's it. That's gin. Gin.

- Even two bits I owe you? - Yeah, you owe it to me.

- Your identity has been vouched for, Mr. Shayne. - Oh.

I'll release you on your own recognizance until tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.

Thank you, Your Honor.

- Hey, Nappy. - Oh, hello, monsieur.

When I brought your bags down on the pier, you were gone.

- Senor Juan sent me down here. - How is Senor Juan?

Fine, fine. He sailing back with us tomorrow.

Oh, that's swell. Look, uh, Nappy...

what's the best hotel in town for a guy like me?

- I, uh, take it you don't want anything fancy. - You take it right.

Uh-huh. Well, the Continental is a good hotel.

Okay, the Continental it is. Say, can I drop you off anyplace?

Oh, that would be awfully nice, monsieur.

- You have to go past the ship anyway. - That's right, Nappy.

Well, Nappy, if everything goes all right, I may be sailing back with you tomorrow.

I hope so, monsieur. Senor Juan would like that.

Oh.

- Hey, you got a- got a cigarette, Nappy? - Oh, I'm so sorry.

- You mean to say you haven't? - I don't-

It's nice to know you're human. Anyhow, that's the first time you failed me.

Oh, you can have a candy anyway. Help yourself.

Thank you, monsieur. If I may.

You know, Nappy, I think I should have been a sailor.

Yes, sir. That's the life.

The freedom, bounding- Ooh.

- What's wrong, monsieur? - I almost broke a tooth on one.

Oh, that's bad. Mmm.

They are a little hard. Must be very old.

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle.

What is it, monsieur?

- Can you imagine that? - What happened, monsieur?

Hey, driver, do you know where the Connie Ross dress shop is?

Yeah. It's down near Waikiki Beach.

Okay. That's where we're going and don't spare the horses.

- Yes, sir. - I'm sorry, Nappy. I gotta go there right away.

That's quite all right, monsieur. That's not so far from the ship.

Yeah.

- Here, take this man to the Princess Nola. - Thank you, sir.

Nappy, here's for you. Thanks for everything.

Oh, thank you, monsieur. You are very generous, monsieur.

- He'll take you to the boat. Don't forget, it's paid for. - Thank you, monsieur.

- Pardon me, Miss. - Good afternoon.

- Is Miss Ross in? - Yes, she's in her office. May I ask who is calling?

Well, I'm an old friend of hers. I just got off the boat.

- I'd like to surprise her. - I understand. It's that door over there.

Oh, thanks. And, uh, the bags will be all right there?

- Oh, yes, of course. - Thanks.

- Surprise. - What are you doing here?

I brought back that jar of candy. Almost broke a tooth on one.

- Little boys shouldn't steal. - Little girls either, especially from Uncle Sam.

Listen, Mike. I've warned you many times.

Now wait a minute, Helen. Bumping me off isn't going to do any good.

The government's gonna get you spies sooner or later.

Spies? You're wacky. Since when are diamond thieves spies?

They are when they steal industrial diamonds bound for German factories.

You're crazy. The stuff my syndicate handles...

winds up right here in Honolulu on some dame's wrist.

Are you trying to tell me you've never seen the stuff you've been ferrying over here?

No. It's not my department.

Well, then it's about time you got wise to yourself and took a look at them. Look.

Whoa, wait a minute. I'm not gonna pull anything. Here.

There.

Was I right? There's nothing blue, white and perfect about those.

I didn't know it, Mike. On the level, I didn't.

- I've pulled some rotten things in my life- - I know, Helen.

I believe you too. Come on. Where are the rest of the diamonds?

- They're in here. - Say, who is the ringleader?

He's a man called-

Friedrich Augustus Gerber. It's a pleasure to serve you.

Nappy. Well, I'll be a-

A monkey's uncle. Yes, Mr. Shayne.

Sooner or later we had to meet.

Naturally, I prefer this way.

So you're the guy that was trying to bump me off, huh?

Not exactly. They were my orders. But they were badly executed.

Oh.

So that's why Hagerman's no longer part of your organization, huh?

Well, Nappy, I gotta hand it to ya. You're a very clever guy.

And a very good shot.

- Good bye, Mr. Shayne. - O'Hara!

Don't shoot him in the back!

Hello. Yes, this is Miss Garland.

Oh, yes, Your Honor.

You did? You mean, you let that pinhead go free?

Without bail? Why, that's unconstitutional.

I'll get a lawyer, and I'll sue him. I'll sue you, I'll-

Who is it?

It's me, sweetheart.

Come in, dear.

Now wait a minute, sweetheart. Oh, no.

Hold the ammunition, will ya?

See? It's me.

And you get your thousand bucks back...

out of the reward money- with interest.

Now, I knew I could explain everything if you"d only listen.

- Then you were on a case after all. - Why, of course.

- Oh, Mike. - Huh-oh.

I thought you were just using my money to take a trip with some dame.

Oh, you silly little girl. Now after this, when I tell you something, you believe me.

- I'm sorry, Mike. - Come on. Get your duds on.

- Well, where are we going? - We're gonna get a marriage license.

- Honestly? Here? - Why, sure. They marry people in "Honolula."

- Oh, Mike, you're wonderful. - I guess you're right.

Hey!

- Mike! Where are you going? - I'm going to Manila, honey. I'll see you later.

- Manila? - Yeah, looks like a swell case.

No, no.

No, no, no!

Bye, sweetheart!