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- Mr. Manning.

Much pleased to see you.

- Hello, Wong.

How are you?

- Good.

Much wishes the happy new year.

- That's right, this is the 12th of February.

Chinese New Year.

All wishes for happiness in the coming year.

- I've just received a very fine shipment

of beautiful things from the Orient.

Nothing picked over yet.

- No Wong, I'm not here to buy anything for the ranch.

I came to see you because you're the only real friend I have

in San Francisco.

- Ah, Wong much honored.

- There's trouble in Arizona, Wong.

- So?

And the Golden Eye Mine?

- Not only at the mine, at home, on the ranch, everywhere.

Someone is trying to kill me, Wong.

- You have told the policeman?

- No Wong, this is no matter for the police.

Either they wouldn't believe or they wouldn't understand.

This is a case for Charlie Chan, if I can find him.

- I'll gladly help.

Chan, at present time, and Chan Family on Washington Street.

For he bring New Year's greeting to honorable cousin.

- Fine.

Out in Arizona, they never figure that a Chinese

might be a detective.

Where's your phone?

- Right there.

- Miss Manning, please.

604.

- Hello?

Yes, Dad.

- I've traced down Charlie Chan.

I want you to get him.

He's at the Chan Family Society on Washington Street.

- Do you want me to bring him here to the hotel?

- No, bring him here.

I've been followed every minute

since I entered Chinatown.

- All right.

Goodbye, Dad.

- Tell the rest of the story to Wong.

Appears someone's a very busy person.

- Yes.

- You stay here, I'll get you some tea.

Oh, Mr. Manning, what happened?

You hurt?

- No, Wong.

But I've had another escape.

Look there. - Oh.

- And there.

Let's get outta here till Chan comes.

- German Mannlicher hair bullet.

Many of these guns, they are available in countries

since recent unpleasantness with Mr. Hitler.

- Looks as though they carved the nose of it.

- Yes, even, so, it would've been the end of you,

except for bullet being deflected by window glass.

- How soon can you start for Arizona, Mr. Chan?

- Oh well, that poses a little question

because my arrival in Arizona would give warning to enemies.

- But you must come as soon as you can.

Someone's trying to kill Dad,

and I feel I'm in danger, too.

- Bad sign for a new year.

- You know, Charlie, I have an idea.

- Yes?

- The Lazy Y Dude Ranch is only a half mile

from my property.

You could arrive there as a guest on a holiday

and still be right scene of action.

- Dude ranch?

Oh, well that idea certainly appeal to number two son Tommy

and Birmingham.

♪ Oh home on the range ♪

♪ Where the deer and the antelope play ♪

♪ It never is heard and encouraging word ♪

♪ And the cloud stays cloudy all day ♪

Heh, a born cowboy, that's me.

Two-Gun Birmingham rides again, ah!

Ooh, what am I talkin' about?

♪ La la dee dee dee dee dee ♪

Ha, yeah, that's gonna be a fine trip.

Oh no, wait a minute here.

What's the matter with this thing?

I knew I had it right.

Lockin' this baby up in here.

Ah, that's better.

No here, let's get in on.

Wait a minute, this old cowhide thing

look like it's got some live cowhide in it.

- Hiya, Birmingham.

How do I look?

- Oh man.

Man, you sharp!

You gone, you made!

Hey.

How do I look?

- I'll have to let Pop tell you that.

I can't wait till I hit those wide open spaces.

The range, the little doggies.

Hit that trail, hit the leather!

- Hey wait a minute, Bill Kidd,

you come over here and help me with this leather.

- Havin' trouble?

I think you got too much stuff in it.

- Naw, this suitcase is too little.

- There.

- Yeah, now wait a minute now, wait,

I did that before, you know,

and it popped right up in my face.

Well, that did it.

- Oh.

You got some stuff stickin' out.

We'll have to open it up again.

- Ooh now, don't do that!

We'll never be able to close this thing again,

wait a minute, I'll fix that.

Less troubles I'll have 'round here.

Pull it up, then.

Turn it up, I'm gonna fix it.

We ain't goin' through all that trouble.

Oh, I bet you this'll do it.

Ooh, ha!

That'll do it.

Now lay it down, easy, easy, easy now.

Hold it now, hold it.

Ooh.

Phew, ha!

That did it.

I tell you, what is the matter with this?

What is, you can't do this to me.

You just can't do it.

I ain't gonna let you.

- A beauty, Allen!

Oh, my gosh.

Yeah, I mean they're really good at this.

- I wish the city would stand still

so I could see some of it.

Whoops.

- Mr. O'Brien, you've been drinking.

- Oh, somebody must've told you.

Old gossips.

That's my business.

- Have you any other kind of business?

- Nah, that's none of your business.

Say, that's a pretty good one, ain't it?

Yeah, sure.

Yash, yasha.

I must be drinkin' vodka, I'm gettin' a Russian accent.

What a.

Hello, pal.

How about havin' a drink on me?

- Thanks, I already have one.

- Well my name is O'Brien, Mr. O'Brien from San Francisco.

I'm down here tryin' to straighten up a little bit.

- Uh-huh.

Mine's Driscoll.

- Driscoll?

I heard of that name.

Oh yes, you're the superintendent of that mine.

Is it a Golden Eagle?

No, that's the nickel plate, no the Diamond Horseshoe.

- The Golden Eye.

- Oh yes, the Golden Eye, yes.

Driscoll, eh? - Mm-hm.

- Uh, Birmingham please to take luggage

to bungalow number nine

and arrange suitable accommodation for self.

- Yes, sir.

- Where you goin', Pop?

- Well, earnestly desire

to have period of quite contemplation by swimming pool.

- I'm gonna have a period of quiet contemplation

by the pool by myself later.

- Yes well, personal reasons for contemplation

differ from those of number two son.

- My, that must be a very interesting business.

You know, my father, my father was a miner.

Oh, he was a miner way back in.

Oh no, I guess it was my grandfather who was the miner.

Yep, it was my grandfather.

Excuse me, I gotta see a book about a girl.

Now, don't go away, I'll be right back.

- The ball, get the ball.

- Woo!

- Hello, honey.

What you readin'?

- A book. - No, a book.

So you know it's very bad under the shade like this,

with the trees in the back of you.

Why don't you go over there where the nice sun's shinin'

to read the book it's nice over there.

- Thanks, I think that's just what I'll do.

- Oh now wait a minute, honey, please, I.

Oh don't go away mad.

Nice girl.

Hello, Charlie.

- Well, Lt. Mike.

At first question reliability upon eyesight.

- Vincent O'Brien, San Francisco playboy.

Slowly but surely reached the ragged edges

of delirium tremens.

- Uh-huh.

And working on case?

- Yeah.

I'll leave from the force of the government.

And I'm playin' this thing for all I'm worth.

- I see.

At first, think Lt. Mike are getting prohibition party

kick in teeth.

- Hello, Mr. O'Brien.

- Well hello honey.

- Aren't you going in the water?

- Water, that's for codfish.

- Oh.

- Goodbye honey, have a nice time now, a nice time.

Down here on something?

- Yes.

I am endeavoring to unravel small desert mystery.

- Yeah?

- Mr. Manning, head of Golden Eye mine.

- Manning, eh?

You know Charlie, I think we're barkin' up the same tree.

I'm scrapin' up an acquaintance with Driscoll over there,

superintendent of the mine.

Where you located?

- In bungalow number nine.

- Fine.

I'll stagger over to see you after dark.

Well, there's my friend over there.

Don't go away now, I'm comin' right over.

Oh boy, that was a close one, you see that?

I almost went in.

Hold it, hold it.

- Come on.

Give me your hand.

Come on. - Well.

- Come on.

- Did you see who pushed me?

I was standin' here minding my own business,

and then somebody pushed me.

- Come on, sit down.

- Sit down is safe. - Yeah.

- It's a fine thing.

Now, for enjoyment, everything.

You must've seen him at the stair.

- The ball, the ball! - Woo!

- Yeah, throw it.

♪ Oh bury me on the lone prairie ♪

♪ Where the coyotes howl ♪

♪ And the wind blows free ♪

♪ And when I die you can ♪

- Come in, please.

Hello, Lt. Mike.

- Hello, Charlie.

- Well, Lt. Mike, you know,

I think you are overplaying your part of drinking man,

in fact, I think might say you go overboard.

- I see what you mean.

I've a mouth full of news for you, Charlie.

Your man, Manning. - Has had accident.

- Yeah, how did you guess it?

- Well, Mr. Manning have series of accidents

including two days ago in San Francisco

when mysterious bullet come through window of curio shop.

- Yeah, well they nearly got him this time.

- What happened?

- Fell down one of the shafts in the mine,

badly bruised head and shoulders

and a possible skull fracture.

- Oh, you have much news, Lt. Mike.

- Yes, the doctor from El Dorado

stopped to have his car gassed

on the way to the Manning Ranch.

I overheard him talking to the station attendant.

- I see, well think I better go at once.

Tommy!

- Yes, Pop.

- People who listen at keyholes

rarely hear good of themselves.

- Well, I knew we weren't up here on a holiday, Pop.

- Yes, please tell Birmingham bring car around at once.

- Okay, Pop.

Hello, Lt. Ruark.

- Hey, young man, watch your language.

Cut out that lieutenant.

I'm Vincent O'Brien down here.

- Oh boy, is this interesting.

- Well, so much for so much, but Lt. Mike,

you have not yet told me why you are here.

- Well Charlie, we're not as interested in Manning

as we are The Golden Eye mine.

After many years of low returns,

it suddenly turns out to be

one of the biggest and richest mines in the country.

- I see, well any news of discovery of new vein or lode?

- No, that's just it.

And there's been no publicity on it,

but the way the gold is flowing in to San Francisco,

it's a bonanza, and it's just too good to be true.

- Well, very strange coincidence

permits itself luxury of occurring.

Mine suddenly become worth very much

owner's life become worth nothing.

Well, I must go to ranch.

You come with me?

- No, I better stay undercover for the present, Charlie.

- Uh-huh.

- I got some of Driscoll's fingerprints off his glass.

I wanna send 'em up to San Francisco for identification.

- Oh good.

Small things sometimes tell very large stories.

Goodbye, Lt. Mike. - Goodbye.

- Will not be long.

- Yes, sir.

- There's something phony, Jim.

I don't understand it.

- Neither do I.

Man's been down that shaft a thousand times.

Yes?

- Am Chan, dealer in Oriental curios.

Meet Mr. Manning in San Francisco and have brought for him

some objects of jade for his approval.

- Uh-huh.

Come in.

- Thank you so much.

- My name's Driscoll.

I'm manager of Mr. Manning's mine.

Meet my wife, Mrs. Driscoll, Mr. Chan.

- How do you do, Mr. Chan?

- Very charmed, indeed.

- Mr. Bartlett, the local assayer.

- How do you do, Mr. Chan? - Mr. Bartlett.

- Well Jim, I think I better be running along.

Tell Evelyn good night for me, will you?

- Okay. - Good night, Margaret.

- Good night, Tal.

- Mr. Chan.

- Mr. Manning can't see you just now.

I'll be glad to give you a receipt for that jade.

- Oh, very sorry,

but must deliver jade to Mr. Manning personally.

- That's impossible.

He's had a serious accident.

- Oh, very unfortunate.

Perhaps other member of family present?

- Just a minute, sit down.

- Thank you.

- Evelyn.

- Yes?

- There's a man out here, a Chinese.

Says he's got some jade for your father.

- All right.

- Three and five trench, Mr. Birmingham.

- It's not so big

compared to the others around here.

- Oh, so?

- This is Mr. Manning's daughter, Evelyn.

- Oh, greatly Chan regret immeasurably

to hear of unfortunate accident to parent.

- Thank you.

You have something for my father?

- Yes, your father a very old friend of Chan.

Many of these objects

come from valued collection in San Francisco.

- I've heard him mention your name.

If you like, I can take the jade,

I'll see that he gets it.

- Very sorry,

but promised Mr. Manning to deliver jade to him personally.

- But that's impossible.

- Well, also impossible to give jade

into other hands.

- But he's unconscious, he has been ever since his fall.

- Yes, very strange accident.

Could possibly see father?

- Well I, I guess it'll be all right.

Come. - Yes.

- Dr. Groves, this is Mr. Chan,

and old friend of Father's.

- How do you do, sir?

- How do you do, doctor?

Injuries are very serious?

- Quite.

Multiple contusions about the head and shoulders.

It's impossible to tell just how bad without x-rays.

- I see.

Have any idea how far Mr. Manning fall?

- Oh, about 40 feet.

- 40 feet.

Anybody have any idea of cause of fall?

- None at all.

There are iron rungs running down the side of that shaft.

Mr. Manning's been down 'em a thousand times.

- Oh, well perhaps a case of too much familiarity

breed carelessness.

- I suppose so.

- Well, I must be going.

I've written out full instructions and left medicine.

I'll send a nurse out as soon as I get to town.

- That won't be necessary,

I'll arrange for a nursing sister from the mission school.

- Good.

Nurses are at a premium nowadays.

Mr. Manning will have to have opiates for several days

as soon as he recovers consciousness.

I've done all I can for him at the present.

- Uh doctor, will accompany you to car.

- Talbot had to go, and told me to say goodbye.

- You know, I'm going to have to rely on the two of you

until dad's better.

- You can depend on both of us.

- Thanks.

- Well.

You're Mr. Bartlett.

Assayer of precious metals.

- Yes.

And when Charlie Chan, detective,

become Mr. Chan, dealer in Oriental art.

- Oh, so?

- Don't you remember Bartlett,

collector of customs in Honolulu?

- Why yes, also remember young Mr. Bartlett,

excellent first baseman who play with number one son

on high school team.

- What are you doing down here, Charlie?

Are you after gold or after Mr. Manning?

- Well, your man seem to be very full

of important information.

- Not much information, but an awful lot of suspicions.

Are you after Manning?

- No, Chan not after Manning, Mr. Manning come after Chan.

Very much afraid some enemy maybe threatening life of same.

- Oh yes? - Yes.

Possibility that fall down shaft of mine not accident

but deliberate attempt at murder.

Mr. Manning have several accidents,

including someone shoot at him in San Francisco.

- You know, there's something strange going on at that mine.

They're shipping an enormous amount of gold

out of it lately.

- Yes, appears as though Mr. Manning well on way

to be large millionaire.

- Exactly.

- Yes, very interesting circumstance.

- Yesterday, and old prospector came in.

Not a very honest or reliable one,

with some gold ore for me to assay.

Now I know enough of the geological formations

in this part of the country

to know that that ore came from the Golden Eye Mine.

- Oh, you can be sure?

- Yes.

In fact, he finally confessed that he hijacked it

from an old issues mine shaft

running from a trap door beneath his shack.

I guess there was quite a lot of hijacking in the old days.

- And now?

- Well, the mine hasn't been worth anything

the past few years, but there are rumors

that she's really payin' off now.

- Uh-huh.

Now what your assay show?

- I haven't finished yet, I'll know more about it tomorrow.

- Possibly will pay you visit at that time.

- Fine.

Well, I've got to be going along now.

I, uh, I thought some of that information

might be of value to you.

- Oh yes, information very high grade ore.

- Goodbye, Charlie.

- Goodbye, Mr. Bartlett.

- Hello, there.

- Well hello, Evelyn.

Drop over to have lunch with me?

- At the Cantine Cafe?

- Yeah, Tomane Louis.

How's your father?

- Just the same.

He's still unconscious.

- The nursing sister get there yet?

- Oh yes, sure, arrived almost immediately.

She's a weird character.

You can hardly get a word out of her.

Talbot, has it ever occurred to you

there might be something peculiar

about the series of accidents Dad has had

the past few weeks?

- So, you've been struck by that, too.

- Has someone else wondered about it?

- Yes, Charlie Chan.

- Chan?

You mean Chan the Chinese curio dealer?

- No, Charlie Chan the great detective.

- Oh, compliment very refreshing.

- Oh, hello, Charlie.

Come on in.

- Thank you so much.

- Of course you've met Miss Manning.

- Oh yes.

Had extreme pleasure.

And that father, much better I trust.

- No, he isn't.

- Oh, so sorry.

Regret exceedingly was not present

when last unfortunate mishap occur.

- Yes, it'll be a miracle if he recovers.

- Yes, true, but in any case,

Miss Evelyn be very wealthy young woman.

- Wealthy?

What do you mean?

- Rumor say that mine now producing large quantities of gold

in past two months.

- That's ridiculous.

My father would've told me if that had been the case.

The mine hasn't paid expenses for the past few years.

- Well, desert present many mysteries.

- That's ridiculous.

- Oh, didn't know you had company.

I'll come back later.

- Wait a minute, Pete.

What do you wanna see me about?

- Make an assay on that last ore I brought in?

- Yeah, it's nothin'.

It won't run more than $6 to the ton.

- That's impossible.

That's supposed to be pretty high grade stuff.

- Now look, Pete.

I know where you got that ore.

Now why don't you make a clean breast of it.

- How about Miss Manning over there?

- Anything I learn here will go no further.

- Uh, pardon please.

You gain entrance to mine through trap door in your shack?

- Maybe.

How do you know, stranger?

- Well, a small investigation

sometimes brings large amount of knowledge.

This ore is from new lode recently uncovered in mine?

- Eh, you're pretty sharp.

That ore comes from a new vein

they've opened up in the past three years.

- Yes, and so far has proved to be most unprofitable.

- So Bartlett says.

I don't figure it.

Where's the gold comin' from?

- So you've heard about that too, huh?

- Well, there's been whispers.

- So it's common knowledge now

that the mine is a heavy producer?

- Well, some of the boys used to be pretty interested

in the Golden Eye.

- Have keen desire to gain access to mine

through secret tunnel tonight.

- Well, I guess that could be arranged.

My shack is at the bottom of Hay Canyon.

But what's in it for me?

- You're lucky I don't turn you in

for hijacking gold ore.

- Yes, we'll be at your shack shortly after dark.

- Oh, all right.

- Please do let me know as soon as father able to talk.

- Yes, I'll do that.

- Thank you so much, I go now.

- What do you think you're gonna find, Pop?

- Do not know.

Many needles in this haystack.

Seem nobody home.

Well, strange.

Prospector's supposed to meet us here, not here.

We go on with investigation without permission.

Tommy, light light, please.

Now, please remove rug, we'll find trap door underneath.

- Gee Pop, you're right.

- You're surprised?

- Well, I, uh-- - Please open.

- This ain't my idea of evening entertainment.

- Come, this way.

All right, you go this way, I go that way.

We meet back here.

- Mr. Chan, if you happen to be a little late gettin' back

and don't see me, don't worry,

'cause I'll be way ahead of you.

- Come on, Birmingham.

- Don't rush me, now don't rush, you always rush me.

You always rushin' somebody.

- Spooky, isn't it? - Shh, don't say that word.

- I mean, anything can happen down here.

- Uh-oh, everything's done happened.

- What do you mean?

- Look at there.

There's shoes, wherever there's shoes, there's feet.

And wherever there's feet, there's legs,

and wherever there's legs, there's a body.

- Sure looks like it.

Gee, I wonder if he's dead.

- I don't know, don't care.

It'll always remain a mystery to me.

- We gotta find out.

- You don't have to be curious, do you?

- Okay, you go and get Pop.

- Oh yeah, I'll go get Pop, wait a minute.

You better come on, go with me.

- No, I gotta stay and watch him.

- What you gonna watch him for?

He ain't goin' nowhere.

- Okay, you stay, I'll go get Pop.

- Wait a minute, no you won't.

You stay, I stay.

I've never been so undecided in all my life.

- Well, make up your mind, do something.

- Do something?

Don't tempt me boy, you'll be left here alone.

- Okay, we'll go together.

- Oh, we'll go together.

Wait a minute now, wait a minute.

I'm going with you, wait a minute.

- Don't push, Birmingham.

- Don't push?

Don't talk to me, consult my feet.

- It sure is dark in here.

- Don't tell me it's dark, and you're scared too,

look at that light shakin'.

- That's your hand on my arm.

- Oh.

- Gee, I wonder where Pop is.

- I don't know, he went right in there.

Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan.

- He'll never here that.

- Hey Pop, hey Pop! Hey Pop, hey Pop!

- Oh, good gracious.

Somebody's in this tunnel, come on, let's go this way.

- Hey wait a minute, that's just an echo.

- Echo, what does he got to do with,

ain't nobody talkin' to him.

Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan!

Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan!

Uh oh, that's that echo again.

What is he tryin' to do, get me excited,

or something like that?

- What is it? - Go away, echo.

Oh, Mr. Chan.

- We found something, Pop.

A dead man in the tunnel.

- Yes, what the dead man look like?

- Dead.

- Marvelous, please, deduction.

You show me.

- Uh, Mr. Chan, y'all go ahead,

I think I'll stay here.

Hm, what am I doing here alone?

Wait a minute for me!

- Here it is, Pop.

- Yes.

Remove dirt from face.

- Huh?

- You heard what your father said.

- It's an old man.

- Yes.

Is old prospector who is supposed to guide us through mine.

- Murder, Pop?

- Maybe possibly not killed here,

but body brought here to be found.

- But why?

- Little knowledge sometimes very dangerous thing.

- Oh Mr. Chan, you want us to move the corpse?

What, I say the foolish things.

- Yes, willingness to speak

not necessarily mean willingness to act.

No, we leave body as we find,

and not to many questions asked why we are here.

As mentioned before,

little knowledge sometimes very dangerous possession.

Come, we go.

- Hey Pop, somebody frisked the joint.

- Well, yes.

- Looks like they're wise to us, Pop.

- Uh, correction, rather imagine intruder

was looking for non-existent jade.

You know, good jade worth much money today.

You straighten up, please.

Hello, Lt. Mike.

- How are you, Charlie?

What'd you find out at the mine?

- Oh, find dead body of prospector

who was supposed to show us through.

- Murdered?

- Possibly.

Imagine he was possessor of very dangerous information.

And you know, think very likely Charlie Chan

might find himself in same unenviable situation.

- Yeah, I'm practically in the same boat with you.

- Oh no, no.

Well, the San Francisco playboy on spree

much better disguise than Chinese curio dealer.

- Say, they really gave your joint a going over,

didn't they?

- Yes. - Certainly did.

You know, Charlie, I'm gonna take a gander at that mine

the first chance I get.

- Yes, intend to make second investigation myself,

possibly tomorrow night.

- I'll go with you.

Two heads are better than one, you know?

- Well, sometimes debatable point.

However, will welcome assistance

which has been very valuable in past.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, hello, Mr. Bartlett.

- Hello, Charlie.

- Oh Mr. O'Brien, a guest here at ranch,

and number two son, Tommy.

- Pleased to meet you.

Now Mr. Chan wants you to pardon the intrusion,

but at night time, all the numbers look alike

every one of 'em.

But I only wanna say one thing.

You got an interesting collection of jade.

Very interesting.

Very interesting, excuse me, please.

Pleased to meet you.

- Come in, please.

Number two son about to make self scarce.

- Well gee whiz.

- Sit down, please.

- Well Charlie, did you meet the old prospector Pete

as you'd arranged?

- No, was not in cabin.

- Yes, there's a mighty good reason for that.

His body was found trapped

under a fall in the mine a few hours ago.

- Yes, body was also discovered by Chan and associates.

- Oh.

You were in the mine.

- Yes, but not make very much progress

because of fall of timber and ore

which suffocate prospector

also effectively block tunnel of mine.

- Why didn't you report finding the body?

- Well thought perhaps presence

of Charlie Chan and associates there hard to explain.

- By the way, Charlie, just who are your associates?

- Oh, number two son Tommy and chauffeur Birmingham.

- Oh.

- Yes, however intend to make second investigation of mine

as soon as possible.

- Tomorrow night?

- Possibly.

- Well, I've got to be going, Charlie.

Let me know what happens,

and if I can be of any more help, eh?

- Yes.

Thank you so much.

- Look, the whole thing is so puzzling, Talbot.

Father should've regained consciousness by now.

- Skull fractures are like that, Evelyn.

In fact, it's a good sign if anything.

It means perfect immobility and quiet.

- But I'm sure I heard conversation in that room

this afternoon.

Father must've been conscious.

- Well, why didn't you go in and investigate?

- I did.

Sister Theresa insisted that no one had been talking,

that Father was still in a coma,

and he certainly seemed to be.

That Sister Theresa certainly is a peculiar person.

You can't find out anything from her,

whether Father is better or worse,

whether the situation is dangerous, or what.

- Have you told Charlie Chan about this?

- No, I haven't.

- Well, why don't you call him up

and have him come over here.

After all, you know, he was hired by your father

to find out what this was all about.

- Yes, yes I think I will.

- That's gin.

- Again?

Boy, you is the luckiest man I ever did see.

Hey, wait a minute, I didn't see you pull that king.

Hello, Mr. Charlie Chan's bungalow.

Mr. Charlie Chan, the great Chinese de, de-uh,

dealers in curio, jade, ivory, and what-you-call-'em maps.

- I'd like to speak to Mr. Chan, please.

- Mr. Chan is not in.

- Oh.

Would you tell him that Miss Manning called,

and I'd like to see him as soon as possible.

- I'm sorry he ain't here,

but I'll see that he gets the message right away.

Yes, ma'am.

It's the lady with the ranch,

she wants to see Mr. Chan pronto.

Don't you mess with them cards, 'cause I'll be right back.

- And another thing, Charlie,

someone was watching your bungalow

when I left early this evening.

And I've a hunch it was Driscoll.

- Uh-huh, well, maybe so.

Somebody seem to have great interest of Charlie Chan.

- Yeah, oh yes.

I received a telegraph from San Francisco

a little while ago.

Driscoll has a criminal record.

- Good, good.

Now we start to make progress.

- Come in.

- Uh Mr. Chan? - Yes?

- The lady at the ranch

said she wants to see you right away.

- Oh good, thank you Birmingham.

Please get car, we'll be with you immediately.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, more events may be taking place.

By the way, expedition plan to mine tunnel tonight

must be postponed.

We'll see you later.

- Okay, Charlie.

- Sit down and relax, honey,

or we'll have to be getting a nurse for you.

- Come in Mr. Chan.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Chan, I just felt that I had to send for you.

- Oh, very much complimented.

- Hello, Mr. Chan.

- Mr. Bartlett.

- I can tell you what's bothering me

in a sentence, Mr. Chan.

My father's supposed to be still unconscious,

yet I'm certain that I heard a conversation in that room

this afternoon.

- Well, perhaps guest in house.

- There's been no one here.

- Well, let us seize upon the fact.

Father unconscious, yet can talk.

- It looks that way.

Perhaps you'd like to pay a visit to the sick room.

- Oh, most admirable suggestion.

- All right, this way.

Mr. Chan would like to take a look at Father,

Sister Theresa.

- His condition is unchanged.

- Perceive however, you have changed bandages.

- That was considered necessary.

The doctor was afraid of germs.

The interior of the mine as probably alive with them.

- Oh yes, of course.

Possibility you were anticipating tetanus.

- Tetanus?

- Yes, tetanus, lock jaw.

- Oh of course, lock jaw.

We have been afraid it might develop.

- Yes, what doctor's opinion of continued state of coma?

- There's nothing to be done.

I report to him twice daily by telephone.

- Hm.

Uh.

Perceive you have been injecting opiates into Mr. Manning.

Why?

- If Mr. Manning should regain consciousness,

he might become very violent because of terrific pain.

- Oh, so sorry.

Oh, please pardon clumsiness.

Very fortunately, bottle not break.

Thank you so much.

- Well Charlie, what do you think?

- Well, much mystery here.

Many questions only receive answer

when Mr. Manning regain consciousness.

- If that ever happens.

- Yes.

But I have feeling

everything now running toward logical conclusion.

But must go now, much to be done.

- Goodbye, Charlie.

- You know, he just doesn't seem to be getting anywhere.

- Don't be impatient, Evelyn.

Chan never shows his hand

till all the chips are at the center of the table.

- Hurry up, there's the shipment.

Pedro, help me carry this box.

- Hey, Pop.

I got message for you from the lieutenant.

- Yes?

He spotted Driscoll in the bar.

Then one of the men from the mine came in,

said something to Driscoll,

and the two of 'em left in a hurry.

- Uh-huh, what message?

- The lieutenant went up to the mine

to do a little investigating.

- He go alone?

- Yeah.

- Oh, not good.

Birmingham, we go to prospector shack

at bottom of canyon at once.

- Yes, sir.

- That's all there is, let's go.

- What's the idea, bud?

- What are you doin' down here?

- Oh, I thought I'd like to look the mine over,

I guess I got lost.

- Got lost, eh? - Yeah.

- Well, get going.

- Uh-huh.

- Copper, eh?

Lt. Ruark.

I just conked a guy that was trailin' you in the mine.

And he's a copper. - What?

- Yeah, San Francisco police, a Lt. Ruark.

- Come on, let's get this stuff loaded fast.

- On your way, and don't stop for anybody.

Now let's get in the mine and get that copper.

He's headed for Pete's shack.

You two go around and head him off.

We'll stay here and bottle off this end.

Come on.

He's going in the shack, the boy'll take care of him.

Come on.

- Look.

- Lt. Mike.

Guns.

- Don't give me no gun.

- Here, take it, take it.

- Okay, okay.

- We go get behind it.

Lt. Mike, you all right?

- Oh, it's nothin'.

You know, Charlie, I think I have the answer to my problem.

- Yes? - Yes, sir.

To me, it seems like, oh.

- We must get Lt. Mike to doctor at once.

Quick, Birmingham. - Yes, sir.

- Well, did you get him?

- Yeah, and the wood and the canyon was full of guns.

- We were lucky to get back alive.

- And the sooner we get outta here

and head for parts unknown, the better.

- Wait a minute, we got quite a slice

comin' to us in this operation.

If they're gonna close in on us,

I'm in favor of lettin' my money go.

Who's that?

- What's happened now?

- Plenty.

They caught a San Francisco copper in the mine.

Boy's had 'em holed up in the prospector's shack.

Then the bushes became alive with guns.

- Was he a federal man?

- No, a Detective Lieutenant.

- Who were the others?

- We didn't have time to see,

the bullets were poppin' around us like hailstones.

- It's about time we got outta this joint.

- You can't go

till the second shipment comes in tomorrow night.

When that's gone, you can go as fast and as far as you like.

- And what about our dough?

- You'll get it tomorrow night, and that's final.

If that Chinese comes snooping around the mine,

put a bullet into him and ask questions afterwards.

He's got no right on company property.

- Well, our situation getting much more simple.

Gold worth $7 ounce in Mexico,

worth $35 ounce in United States.

Case one very simply of smuggling.

Gold is brought in from Mexico,

delivered to mine office on United States side

as product of Golden Eye.

- Well how did that explain

the attempts on Manning's life?

- Well, not know for sure,

but whoever in charge must be very important person,

certainly want Mr. Manning out of way.

- Yeah, and I've got a hunch it's Driscoll,

the mine superintendent.

- Yes, could be.

Certainly Driscoll would have to know about operations.

Yet, he very tried and trusted friend of Mr. Manning.

- Yeah, say what about that nursing sister?

- Oh, I've known for a long time that nursing sister

absolute imposter.

- Oh, then you checked? - Oh yes.

Full staff nurses in attendance,

no Sister Theresa ever heard of, and incidentally,

Mr. Driscoll never called nursing home for aid.

- Well then all we have to do is move in on 'em.

- Oh no no, much too soon.

Too many questions must be answered

before puzzling case are solved.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.

Oh, I got in touch with my friend, Captain Gonzolez,

at the Mexican Border Patrol.

- Oh good.

- He's gonna post men on the Mexican side,

he'll find out how they're gettin' that stuff into the mine.

- Uh-huh.

Well, only wish Charlie Chan case as easily solved.

- Oh, cheer up, Charlie.

The solution of one case may lead to the other.

- Yes, possible.

But incidentally, think it very good idea

if you go immediately to local police

and establish your true identity

because time very rapidly approaching

where aid may be necessary.

- Say, I think you're right.

I'll do that right away.

- Good.

- Lt. Mike, perhaps would be better you stay in car

and cover means of retreat.

- I think you're right, Charlie.

I wouldn't be of much use

with this bandaged flipper of mine.

- Right.

- Let me go down first.

- I ain't arguin' with you.

- Why number two son so anxious to lead?

- Well, I don't like the looks of this door being open.

It might be a trap.

They might be waiting for us to appear.

- Well, the deer should not toy with tiger,

but if number two son feel valorous, shall not deny him.

- Okay, Pop.

- The last couple of days I've been under the ground

more than a groundhog.

- Come, not too much noise.

Now, this is where we separate.

- Uh, Mr. Chan.

Did I hear you say separate?

- Yes, Tommy, you take tunnel to right.

- Okay, Pop.

- I go straight ahead, Birmingham, you take tunnel to left.

- Uh, Mr. Chan, can we have times out to holler

at that point?

- No, we cannot, we must cover all tunnels

as quickly as possible.

I am very pressing because case

rapidly reaching conclusion.

If you see something, call out.

- Call out?

Well what ever happened to yellin' and screamin'?

- Please commence.

- Yes, I'll do it, but my heart ain't in it.

- Tommy.

- What am I doin' down here?

Why didn't I stay home?

I'm all alone down here,

and Mr. Chan and them all goin' in,

good gracious, what am I doin' in here?

Mm-mm-mm.

Oh boy a railroad track.

Oh, hope there ain't no train' comin',

'cause if it do, it's gonna be a tight squeeze.

Uh oh, I done found another one.

Mr. Chan.

Mr. Chan.

Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan!

Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan!

Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan.

Ooh, this place is crowded, let me outta here.

Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan.

Whoa, Mr. Chan told me, good gracious,

somebody come in, Mr. Chan, where's anybody,

where's somebody, just anybody--

- What's the matter, Birmingham?

- I don't wanna see you, I wanna see your father.

- Stop it, stop it.

You shout loud enough to wake sleeping dead.

- Mr. Chan, that's just what I done, I just seen it.

- You saw what?

- A body over there, draped all down to pajamas

all wrapped and ready to be delivered.

- Pajamas, wrapped up?

- Yes, all but the eyes.

- Good, you show us.

- Oh yes sir, I'll show ya.

Well Tommy, you ahead up and show 'em.

You got a better light that I am.

Go ahead, now come on, Mr. Chan, I'll show you.

Come on, right over here.

- They're going down the south shaft.

Let's cut across and keep an eye on 'em.

- There he is right in there, Mr. Chan, right in that cart.

- Birmingham, there's no time for foolish play.

Where is body?

- Well it's right in there, uh oh.

It was in there.

- You sure you saw it?

- Mr. Chan, when it comes to corpse,

I do not make a mistake.

- A strange dead man cannot walk.

- But we can run, come on, let's go.

- You know, believe that dead man probably Mr. Manning.

- The man who had the accident?

- Yes.

Also think it necessary we immediately go to Manning Ranch.

Come, there's way out this way.

- That's the best thing I can do is get out.

Well, he was there.

- The car, let's fill it up and push it down.

Kick out that stop.

- Hey Pop, look!

There's a truck loose.

Let's go! - Go!

- Mr. Chan, you talkin' about a shave,

that's the closest shave I ever did have.

- You said it, Birmingham.

- Must haste and get Lt. Mike

and go immediately to Manning Ranch.

Case rapidly approaching climax

when attempt life of Charlie Chan.

- And associates. - Yes, come.

- Yes, sir.

- Wait a minute, Lt. Mike, please.

Think it better if Charlie Chan go in alone

to avoid suspicion.

Will give signal if necessary.

- Okay, Charlie.

- Gee, I hope Pop isn't walking into anything.

- Don't worry, Tommy, your father will be all right.

- Why put your head into a lion's mouth?

- Oh, come in, Mr. Chan.

- Thank you.

- Any new developments?

- Yes.

I've just come from mine.

Your father is--

- Yes, Dad's still unconscious.

- Pardon please, you stay father still unconscious?

- I was just in there a moment ago.

Oh, I know there isn't much you can do

as long as he's in this coma,

but is there no answer to this mystery?

- Possibly more progress made than can be imagined.

Patience our best plan in matters of this kind.

- I suppose so. - Yes.

Have very keen desire to see Father.

- Of course. - Thank you.

- Just a moment.

Hello?

Yes.

Sister Theresa.

Hold the phone, please.

Excuse me. - Yes.

- Sister, sister.

You're wanted on the telephone.

- Thank you.

Hello?

- Please do keep eye on sister.

- Yes, this is Sister Theresa talking.

- That Chinaman was in the mine tonight.

They tell me he found it.

- What?

I told you to be careful with something like.

Yes, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Get away from him!

- Well!

Look like Mr. Manning suddenly get real long hair.

- Stand back.

- That did it. - Uh oh, here we go again.

- Come on, get up outta there.

- Well, thank you Lt. Mike.

Arrive in nick of time as usual.

- Mrs. Driscoll.

- Yes, Mrs. Driscoll.

- Well, now can safely say

that proof of identity throws dazzling light

on entire mystery.

- But what happened to Father?

Where is he?

- I'm very sorry to have to inform

that Evelyn father, Mr. Manning, no longer alive.

Was found by diligent chauffeur of Chan in mine tunnel

earlier this evening.

But body spirited away by gang.

Then Mrs. Driscoll impressed into impersonation

to make plot reach successful conclusion.

- Then Driscoll's our man, he's the head of the whole gang.

- Oh, Tommy will please answer telephone,

am expecting important message.

- Hello?

Okay, Captain Gonzolez, that's fine, I'll tell 'em.

- Well ladies, afraid masquerade party over, sorry.

- I better go out and round up Driscoll.

- Yes, do so.

- Drop that gun.

- Don't, Lt. Mike. - Drop it.

Very clever, Mr. Chan.

All right, Margaret and Jenny, let's get outta here.

- Put 'em up.

Thanks.

- Good work, number two son.

- Get over there, go on.

Captain Gonzolez called.

They grabbed the last shipment of gold at the mine

and traced it to its origin.

- Good, and all evil-doers now reposed in arms

of Mexican Border Patrol?

- Yeah.

- You're not gonna pin all this on me, Chan.

- Where's that gun, I'll get that, here.

You see Driscoll?

- Yeah, I shot him when he was tryin' to make his getaway.

- Well, that takes care of him.

- What happened to Mr. Driscoll?

- Bartlett shot him when he was trying to escape.

(Charlie and Tommy speak in foreign language)

Well, that's that, Charlie.

Looks like we wound up another case.

Driscoll was at the bottom of the whole thing.

- Uh, contradiction please.

Sorry to disagree, but this are not so.

Real murder and brains of whole gang

are young Mr. Bartlett.

- Talbot!

- Yes, Mr. Bartlett only one in possession of real identity

of Charlie Chan from beginning.

Very eager to help Charlie Chan,

also very eager to lead activities up wrong channels

at all times.

Mr. Bartlett number one suspect from very first.

Also possessor of very ambitious plan

to wed Miss Manning and thus gain control

of all Golden Eye Mine after unfortunate accident to father.

- But that can't be true, Mr. Chan.

- Unfortunately, yes.

Mr. Bartlett also murderer of aged prospector

and partner Driscoll whom he shoot in back.

- Ain't that somethin'?

Aint that somethin'?

Good gracious of me.

That's Mr. Chan all over.

When you think it is, it ain't,

and when you think it ain't, that's just when it is.