Mr. Moto Takes a Vacation Page #2

- Nothing much.

- Well, I say, what's up? Have I dropped a brick or something?

- Please do not concern yourself.

- Well, look here.

If you're traveling incognito

or anything, I won't tell a soul.

Oh, you are most accommodating. May I be

permitted to introduce my friend, Mr. Featherstone?

- Miss Kirke, Mr. Howard Stevens.

- How do you do?

Howard Stevens?

I've been reading all about you.

All this about Salome's tomb

Wonderful! Wonderful!

You and Mr. "Shimako"

seem to be old friends.

Oh, yes, rather. I've known

Mr. Sh-Sh-Shimona for years.

I'm frightfully sorry.

I did let the cat out of the bag.

Yes even the poor animal's tail.

But why are you hiding your light, Mr. Moto?

You're not on a case now by any chance?

I've gone and made a lot of trouble for you.

What a frightful fool I've been.

Oh, don't worry.

We won't tell anyone, will we?

I assure you,

the matter is of no consequence.

I am on vacation,

and my humble incognito is merely...

to avoid any possibility

of business intruding itself.

I wonder if they charge extra for "love"?

You oughta know.

It's a message for you, Joe,

from Wendling.

- I'm afraid it's bad news.

- Yeah? Let's see it.

"Arriving Friday on Lurline.

TellJoe his friend... Moto also aboard. "

Mr. Moto, huh?

It's very bad. Why is he on that ship

if not to guard the crown?

So what? You think

a littleJapanese dick's gonna scare me?

Moto's very dangerousvery. Everyone

who does business with me tells me that.

What you worryin' about? I'm doin' the job.

All you gotta do is cut down the rocks.

- And this time, you give me 30%.

- No, I'll have nothing to do with this affair nothing.

Scared of the mighty Moto, huh?

Yes, I am. As long as he's connected

with this, I'm not interested.

What if I was to rub Mr. Moto out?

That would be a different story.

I say, Mr. Moto,

can you keep a secret?

It will be my earnest endeavor

to respect your confidence.

As you know, I happen to have certain links

in Scotland Yard my uncle, remember?

- Oh, yes, Sir Hector. How is he?

- Splendid. He's assistant commissioner, you know.

- Would you gentlemen care for something to drink?

- I wish you'd go

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Mr. Moto?

- A glass of milk, if you please.

- Uh, yes, sir. And you, sir?

- I'll take a lime juice and soda.

- Do you think you should, sir? Remember, you're driving.

Well, Uncle Hector told

I say, what did that fellow mean by that?

Please continue.

Have you ever heard of

a supercriminal called Metaxa?

Metaxa? Well, the name

does seem to strike a chord of memory.

Well, he's on the record

as being dead...

but Uncle Hector thinks he's still alive

lying low in America.

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