Libeled Lady Page #3

We haven't begun to fight yet.

We've been sued before, big suits.

They were after money

and were glad to settle.

Allenbury will settle, too,

when we get through with her.

Remember the Farrell girl?

That was open-and-shut,

till we got busy on her.

You can't do that here.

There's never been a word of scandal

about Connie Allenbury.

Not yet, but she's human

and I'm gonna throw a man at her.

You're not suggesting a frame?

No. But we've got to get to this girl...

and I'm gonna bring in

the best man we ever had.

Who's that?

A guy that will beat

anybody in the world...

from Gandhi to Garbo. Bill Chandler.

Bill Chandler? Yes.

Now, you fired him,

the best man we ever had on libel.

- You admit it, and you fired him.

- Yes, and I'd do it again.

He was a conceited, double-crossing heel.

Tried to run the whole paper.

- Thought he knew more about it than I did.

- And was right.

He's the only man

who can swing this case.

Get him!

I'll have him here in an hour.

Long distance.

New York calling Mr. Adams...

of The Chronicle at Washington, DC.

All right, put Haggerty on.

Hello, Haggerty. This is Adams of

The Washington Chronicle.

Chandler left here over a year ago,

headed for Denver.

Try The Courier.

Sure, I know him.

Chandler left Denver four months ago.

And the boss's wife

almost followed him to San Francisco.

That guy is dynamite.

He worked here, but he wasn't with

The Express two weeks...

when he quit and left San Francisco.

One of the girls here received

a Christmas card from Singapore.

Anyone in this great settlement knowing

the whereabouts of William Chandler...

will please communicate

with station ZHM, Singapore.

Keep the lines open. If anything comes in,

let me know. I'll be here.

He left Singapore three months ago.

How about Australia?

I can try Sydney.

He was always crazy about the races.

Okay, but rush it. Send another SOS

to the syndicated press...

and cable London and Berlin.

- Do anything, but find him.

- Maybe that guy's dead.

It would be just like him

to die at a time like this.

Hello.

In case you don't know it, it's 2:00

in the morning, and I've been asleep.

What do I do? Put the dress

in mothballs for another trip?

Change it for a straitjacket

and order one for me.

- You ought to get some sleep, boss.

- No. This coffee will fix me up all right.

I press suit up quick.

Maybe you try him again this afternoon.

- Throw him in the nearest ashcan.

- One trail leads to Sydney.

The other one to Shanghai.

Both report the whereabouts

of Bill Chandler unknown.

Call up that detective agency,

see if they can find him.

Chandler? You mean Mr. Chandler...

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