Charlie Chan at Treasure Island Page #2

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Stella, wish tongue could

find words to tell you-

What's keeping Paul? Oh, you've no idea

how I've missed him this past month.

Impossible to miss someone

who will always be in heart.

Why, everybody's gone. I don't see him.

- Where is he,

Charlie? - Stella-

Is that someone from the plane?

Most unhappy accident.

Something's happened to Paul.

Strength of heart not equal to homecoming.

Paul's dead?

Oh, no! Oh, Paul!

I knew there was something

wrong. His strange radiogram-

It came last night. We

couldn't understand it.

"Can't escape zodiac.

Good-bye, my love. Paul."

May see, please?

We don't know what he

meant by that word "zodiac."

Paul certainly didn't believe in astrology.

Think best you take Mrs. Essex

home now. Will join you there.

Oh, uh, did he finish the manuscript?

There's a check waiting

for it from his publisher.

Please, what is your interest in same?

Why, I handled his business affairs.

- Better to consider Mrs. Essex at this time.

- Yes.

- Cab, sir?

- Uh, thank you. May reserve one, please?

- [Whistle Blows]

- Number eight up!

- Get in.

- Uh, must wait for son.

- That's all right, sir. You can wait in the cab.

- Oh.

Excuse, please. Have no wish

to intrude. Wanted private cab.

Never mind what you wanted. Stay put.

And don't try anything funny.

Something very funny in being

taken prisoner in broad daylight...

in city renowned for hospitality.

You're gonna get plenty of hospitality.

Hope hospitality will have same generous

size as shoes of brother policemen.

- [Both Laugh]

- Hey, why'd you go for the rib, huh?

We couldn't put anything

over on you, Charlie.

[Men Shouting]

- Some pinch, eh, Charlie?

- How was it?

Recognize your hand in joke, Mr. Kilvaine.

Well, we just couldn't let you slip

into town without a welcome, Charlie.

Appreciate most hospitable welcome...

but have matter of importance

which need attention first.

Oh, don't give me that.

Come on into my office.

It's been a long time since

I've seen you, Charlie.

You and I are gonna have a good old- fashioned

chin-fest. How's everything in Honolulu?

- Anybody stealing pineapples?

- What are you horning in for?

- Charlie doesn't want to be interviewed.

- Interview, my eye.

I've known Charlie ever since I

started covering the police blotter...

- at the old Powell Street station.

- Police reporter...

- Pete Lewis friend of many years.

- Well, I'm on time.

Oh, it's you. Say, isn't that sign

"private" on my door big enough for you?

Forget it. I told him to meet

me here. Fred, I want you-

Don't tell me. Charlie Chan.

I'd know that face anyplace.

Can return compliment. You

are magician named Rhadini.

Cannot forget watch you borrow five years

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