This Is My Affair

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This is General Sheridan's grave...

the Civil War cavalryman.

Born Albany New York, March 6, 1831.

Died Nonquitt, Massachusetts, August 5, 1888

Is there anything there

about Lieutenant Richard L Perry?

No, he's not listed.

Then, sister... why is he buried here?

Well, no doubt he did some

unusual service for his country.

They all did.. or they wouldn't be

buried in Arlington.

Now don't you behave

like all those other young officers.

Tell me about Manilla!

Well I'm afraid it's all been told.

The Spaniards had their navy...

We had Admiral Dewey.

I suppose you know the admiral

is very very fond of you.

Although he says you're

an incorrigible young rascal!

Are you?

Well, of course I had my training

under the admiral!

Talking about ME?

Eavesdropper!

Now repeat it to my face!

Now you two run along

and dance.

This young lady thinks I'm more at home

on a battleship than in a ballroom.

I do not...

I love to dance with you.

You should be with

the Diplomatic Corps!

Now, run along.

Remember you're going to tell me

more about Manilla!

Perhaps the Admiral will tell you...

he was there too, you know!

Oh... so you were!

Fight!

I'm sorry sir!

That was Teddy!

Yes!

Thanks Mrs Karne, that was bully! Bully!

Well...?

Lieutenant Perry?

Yes?

Mr Andrews would like

to see you, sir.

Mr Andrews?

Yes sir, follow me please.

- Will you excuse me please?

- Of course.

- Lieutenant Perry?

- Yes sir.

I'm Andrews, Mr McKinley's secretary.

I know sir.

Come in please,

the president will see you now.

The president?!

I'm afraid you've made a mistake, sir.

I am Richard L. Perry.

Yes, I know. The president

wants to talk to you.

Mr President, Lieutenant Perry.

Good evening, Lieutenant.

Good evening Mr President.

Now, pull up that chair a

little closer.

Thank you, sir.

How's the reception going?

Very well, sir.

Everybody having a good time?

I think so... I know I was.

I wish I could say the same

for myself.

But that's the way it is with White House parties...

they rush me in... and rush me out again.

I give them, and the vice-president

has all the fun.

Yep... I bet Mr Roosevelt

hasn't missed a dance!

Lieutenant...

I've just been going over

your record.

You have, sir?

I asked General Miles and Admiral Dewey to send me

reports on half a dozen of you young men...

who more or less distinguished yourselves

in the service of your country.

Yours is quite interesting.

In fact... amazing!

I thought I'd explained all those "scrapes"

to Admiral Dewey.

So you have...

and I congratulate you.

I don't know when I ran across a young man

so adept at worming his way out of his difficulties.

Well, thank you, sir!

Now, that brings me

to why I sent for you.

Are you familiar with these?

Yes... I've seen the newspapers

of course.

What alarms me is why our Secret Service

is unable to find out who's behind these robberies.

I've had Bradley Wallace and his men

working night and day.

But every move they've made

seems to have been anticipated.

The only thing they HAVE found out

is that all these robberies are committed

in exactly the same manner.

The robbers enter the bank

with pass keys...

Once in, they seem to know...

not only about the alarm systems...

...but the safe combinations as well.

That fact leads to

only one conclusion...

Yes sir.

Obviously these men are being furnished

with vault combinations

and other vital information.

What is it you wish me to do,

Mr President?

I want you to find out who

the actual bandits are.

And through them the name of the man or men

furnishing them with information

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