The Chinese Ring

Yes sir, come right in.

Good gracious indeed.

I want to see Mr. Chan.

I'm sorry but he's busy.

But I must see him.

Tell him it is someone who needs his help.

What's the name.

No name.

No name?

No.

Take this to him.

Take this to him, yes ma'am.

I think you better go right this way, yes ma'am.

Take it to him, no name.

Right this way.

Just have a seat and I'll go and tell Mr. Chan.

Mr. Chan, there's a lady out there to see you.

- Lady? - Yes sir.

Chinese lady.

She's a petal sharing chrysanthemum mum mum.

What name please?

No name.

She told me to give you this.

Tell the lady I will see her in a few minutes.

Yes sir, you'll see her in a few minutes.

Mr. Chan will be here right away, immediately,

maybe sooner.

Thank you.

Pop, hey Pop!

Pop, hey Pop.

Pop. - What?

In the den, there's a girl.

Come on.

Uh oh!

Mr. Chan, is the lady uh, is she uh,

I mean uh, is uh, hmm?

Lady...

Dead.

Um.

Call Sergeant Davidson, homicide bureau.

Tell him to come over at once.

Are you sure she's dead Pop?

Death my son, is the reckoning of heaven.

In this case, most complicated reckoning.

Hello, homicide?

Tommy Chan speaking.

Sergeant Davidson please.

Sergeant Davidson?

There's been a murder in our house.

Yeah, a Chinese princess or something.

Uh huh.

Okay.

I'll tell him you'll be right over.

Hello Birmingham.

Where's Mr. Chan?

Right in there with the corpse.

Right in here.

Whoa, what am I going in here for?

Right in there.

Hello Charlie.

Sergeant.

Well this is a pale.

Murder in the house of Charlie Chan,

now I've seen everything.

Strange events permit themselves the luxury

of occurring in strange places.

Who is she?

At this point I am filled with ignorance.

But she is lady of important family.

How do you know?

This ring tell me that.

These Chinese figures mean something?

Translation long life and happiness.

But written with Chinese characters

reserved only for those of highest degree.

It means she's a princess or something?

Should not be hard to determine.

Poison dart, Chan?

Yes.

The window.

Probably a blow gun.

Correction please.

More probably European type air rifle, very powerful.

I have one such.

Come, will present thing.

See? Very simple.

Just pull spring back

almost noiseless too.

Yeah, you're not kidding.

Holy catfish.

Good gracious me.

Mr. Chan.

The corpse is making a phone call.

- What? - Yes,

I heard it myself.

I was standing up in there and then I heard some,

good gracious what am I doing in here by myself?

City desk, quick.

Hello Mack, this is Peggy.

How'd you get in here?

Now look here Bill Davidson, what are you trying to pull?

If you think for one minute...

How did you get in here?

Through the window.

How'd you know I was here?

I followed you, I'm a bloodhound.

Now will you stop that?

Now Bill, I've gotta get the story to the papers.

This is the biggest thing that's cracked in weeks.

How do you know it's a big story?

How do I know it's a big story?

Princess Mei Ling murdered in the house of Charlie Chan.

And he wants to know how I know it's a big story.

Why you're the stupidest...

Sit down.

Excuse me Charlie, but this is more or less a private brawl.

Oh, the lady is friend of yours?

Yeah.

I'm sorry to have to introduce. Ms. Peggy Cartwright

of the Morning Herald.

This humble person agreeably honored.

And probably San Francisco's biggest nuisance.

That's not what you called me last night

when we were having dinner together.

That's got nothing to do with the police department

or the Morning Herald.

Well try to date me up again sometime, Sergeant Davidson.

Pardon please.

Would desire small information.

You see, you identified the lady as Princess Mei Ling.

How?

Yeah.

How did you know her?

If you think I'm going to help out your department

after the way you've treated me, you're crazy.

Humbly begging pardon to mention it

but would suggest ironing out countenance.

It's better.

So, how?

I tried to interview her when she came from Asia

on the Shanghai Maid about two or three weeks ago.

Oh, I think I have recollection.

It was on the 22nd, I think.

I have it here.

Princess Mei Ling and Captain Kong.

Captain K.

Captain K.

Princess write this before she die.

Hey, the sooner I get down to see this guy, the better.

Yes.

Let us ride into the face of our problem.

Happen to know where live Princess, Ms. Cartwright?

Yes, she had an apartment in Chinatown.

On Grant Avenue near Benham Place.

Aha, that our second stop.

Yep, come on Charlie.

Okay.

Since when is your name Charlie?

You're not gonna cut me out of this story?

Now look honey, I don't wanna cut you out of any story.

But this is a man's job.

Just sit down and take it easy

and let's talk this thing over.

Now we're gonna go down there

and we're liable to get in a little trouble down there.

And you wouldn't want that happen to you, would you?

So if you'll just stay here until we get back.

Now wait a minute.

You're not gonna leave me

chained up here like this, are you?

I certainly am baby.

At least 'til we get a chance to look over that apartment.

You would have flashlight bulbs popping all over the place.

Keep an eye on her.

And don't let her near a telephone.

Mr. Chan.

Are you going to let that big baboon

treat a lady like this?

Uh Chinese chimpanzee,

not interfere with monkey business of big baboon.

Yes.

Yes?

Did anyone ever tell you that you're very good looking?

Uh oh.

Listen to that old honey and molasses.

Here we are.

This is the police department.

We want to see Captain Kong.

He's on deck.

This is the police department.

Where's Captain Kong's cabin?

In the passage area, to the left.

Thanks.

Come in.

Captain Kong?

Yes.

I'm Sergeant Davidson, with the San Francisco Police.

This is Mr. Charlie Chan.

How do you do?

I've heard of you Mr. Chan.