The Noose Hangs High Page #2

- Mr. Stewart?

- Yes?

Mr. Craig sent us for $50,000.

Yes. Wait here.

I've got the money in the safe.

That's quite a bit of change.

Change. Is he gonna pay us in nickels?

- Stop.

- Be awful heavy.

Mike, Craig's messengers are here.

I'm getting tired of that guy

laying off his bets and hooking me.

I'm gonna give them this $50,000,

get his receipt...

- and then you guys go to work.

- I get the idea.

- What a swell office this is.

- What a beautiful radio.

But I don't want any trouble

here in the office.

When they get out in the hall,

take it away from them.

Go as far as you like. Use your gats...

stick them in the back with a knife.

The Green Hornet program.

Mess them up all you want.

I'd hate to be in his shoes.

Don't let them get out of this building

with the dough.

The Green Hornet will save them.

We'll get it, boss. Consider it done.

Come on. What'd you do that for?

- Haven't you heard enough?

- That's where the important guy comes in.

Here you are, boys, $50,000.

- $50,000.

- What's the matter, you nervous?

- I'm nervous when I handle money.

- I get nervous when I don't.

- Here's your receipt.

- Thank you.

There's a wonderful program on here:

The Green Hornet.

- Ted, what's the matter?

- I'll explain.

You chump, that was no radio program.

You mean that wasn't

The Green Hornet program?

Certainly not, that was Stewart himself

telling somebody to hijack this money.

They stop at nothing, they'd even kill us.

Hey, I've got an idea.

You take the $50,000.

They'll never suspect you.

I don't want the money.

I'd only spend it on silly things.

Take the money.

Stay close to each other.

Whistle. Like you're not scared.

Duck into this mailing room,

stick that dough in an envelope...

and then address it to Nick Craig. Hurry up.

- Have you got an envelope?

- Over on the table.

- Excuse me, could I use one of those?

- Yes.

- Got a blank envelope?

- Over there.

- Can I have a blank envelope?

- Here you are.

Excuse me, can I borrow your pen?

- Why, certainly.

- Thank you.

- That's all the dough you got on you?

- Yes.

Something's wrong,

I saw this guy with the dough.

- The little fat guy's got it, then. Where is he?

- I don't know.

- Now you get out of here and stay out!

- What did I do?

There he is.

Ted, I got it!

Drop it in the mail!

I did it.

It's not your fault, it's my fault.

I should have been more careful.

All right, you boys can go.

- We're sorry about the mistake.

- That's all right.

If you mugs had been around

when I needed you...

this mix-up never would've happened.

- Maybe Stewart knows something.

- Sure, he knows he's got my receipt.

As far as he's concerned

the matter's washed up.

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