Mr. Moto Takes a Vacation Page #3

- Oh, so?

- Now, I've had a brilliant idea.

- No.

- To find Metaxa and get a candid portrait of him.

Think of it the only picture in existence

of the world's most famous criminal.

- Who are you talking about?

- Oh Nothing.

Just a bunch of rubbish.

What about a drink?

- Oh, mm-hmm.

- Thank you.

Do you know you look exactly

like the Queen of Sheba?

Oh, thank you.

Honestly, though,

she should have that crown on.

That's what she thought.

But we've gotta be very careful.

Naturally. Well, what you people ought to do

is to get Mr. Moto to look after things for you.

Oh, no. And please remember

that I'm on vacation.

In fact, I feel like each one

of the three monkeys.

I mean, if men like Metaxa

are loose in America

I say, that's awfully good about the monkeys.

"Hear no evil, see no evil," and all that?

- Oh, priceless!

- Did you say Metaxa was in America?

I say, I'm frightfully sorry.

I did let the cat out of the bag again, didn't I?

Well, that's what Scotland Yard thinks.

Mum's the word.

Ah.

Your Majesty and gentlemen...

I give you the crown of Sheba and its safe arrival

at the San Francisco Museum.

Fremont Museum.

This is the curator's secretary speaking.

I'm sorry, but an interview now

is quite impossible.

Professor Hildebrand's leaving for the docks

in a few minutes. Perhaps tomorrow.

- Professor Hildebrand, it's 11:20.

- Susan, look here a minute.

I'm sorry, but we have to go.

These are all pretty snappy,

aren't they?

Don't you realize we have to start?

Uh-huh. Anxious to see

the romantic Mr. Stevens again?

I don't understand you. The most exciting day

in the history of the museum...

and you sit here choosing neckties.

But haven't you forgotten

that Hendrik Manderson is calling for us?

He's late as usual.

We should take your car now.

No, I think we'll give him

a little more time.

Hildebrand, what's the matter with you?

What are you doing?

I've been sitting outside

in that car waiting for hours.

- My dear Manderson, we've been waiting for you.

- Meh. Morning, girl.

- Good morning, Mr. Manderson.

Perhaps you can make him hurry.

No, he's impossible. Forever trying to be

a young man again. Look at that. Just look at that.

D'ah! Don't be such an old ranter.

There's no harm in a man

trying to look his best.

Won't make any difference

in your case.

Come on, girl. Come on. The boat's due now.

Never mind. Never mind. I can walk alone.

How 'bout a little news for the press?

- Oh, there he is!

- Huh? How 'bout it?

- May I have your autograph, Mr. Stevens?

- And don't say, "Best wishes. "

Prof. Hildebrand, you alarmed by the superstition

alleged to be connected with the crown?

- Certainly not. And that's Hildebrand.

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