Mr. Wong in Chinatown

Is Mr. Wong at home?

- Yes. - Could I see him?

Your name, please?

No name.

Name, please.

Tell Mr. Wong someone wants to see him.

Someone who needs his help.

Could I come in?

No, no.

You wait here.

A lady to see you.

A lady?

Very important, he said.

Say I'll be right in.

Mr. Wong comes soon.

She's dead.

Will she be sitting here?

Yes.

You call Inspector Street.

Mr. Wong wants to speak to Inspector Street.

Just a minute.

On your phone, Captain.

Wong speaking.

There's been a murder in my house, Street.

Wong?

I'll be right out.

Get a squad car, Jerry.

It'll be at Wong's.

All right.

Hello, Wong.

Well, this is the payoff.

Murder in the house of Mr. Wong.

Now we've seen everything.

Who is she?

I haven't the least idea.

But the crest on her ring belongs to the Sen Wang-Ti family.

She's evidently a person of high degree.

Where were you when this happened?

I was in the laboratory when she arrived.

She told Willie that she had to see me.

But then when I came in, she was dead.

She just had time just to scribble this.

Captain J.

Captain J, huh?

Hey, what's that?

I suspect that's a poison dart that was fired right from that window.

Oh, a blowgun.

Dacoits.

You know, South American jungle.

No, that dart's too heavy for that.

That was fired from a Chinese sleeve gun.

I have one in my room.

I'll show it to you.

How does it work?

You press the spring back so...

and it's clasped around the forearm...

and released with the slightest pressure.

Simple, isn't it?

Yeah, simple and deadly.

Who's there?

I have no idea.

Give me Brodgan, quick.

How did you get in here?

Look here, Bill Street.

What are you trying to pull?

How did you get in here?

Through the window.

How did you know I was here?

I followed you here.

Take it easy.

Oh, look here, Bill.

This is one of the biggest stories that's cracked in a long time.

I've simply got to get it to my paper.

How do you know it's a fake story?

Well, Princess Lenoir murdered in the house of Mr. Wong.

You boys!

Sorry, Wong.

This is more or less of a personal row.

This is Miss Roberta Logan of the Morning Herald.

And probably San Francisco's greatest nuisance.

Oh, that isn't what you called me last night when we were having dinner.

That has nothing to do with the newspaper or the police department.

Don't you ever try to date me up again, Mr. Wong.

I won't.

Good.

I believe I heard you identify this girl as the Princess Lenoir.

Yeah, what do you know about her?

Oh, I'd be a bright little girl, wouldn't I, to help out your half-witted

department after being treated in this fashion.

Look, Bobbie, I'll see that you get a break on this.

Won't you please help us, Miss Luke?

For a gentleman, yes.

She arrived from China on the Maidoborian two or three weeks ago.

My files, Willie.

My tribe interviewer on the boat.

I think I remember.

It was on the 22nd.

Oh, now it's you.

There we are.

Captain Jane.

Captain Jane.

Captain J.

That's the last thing she wrote before she died.

Say, the sooner we see this bird, the better.

Yes, I'd very much like to interview with this Captain Jane.

Oh, Miss Logan.

By any chance did you know where the Princess lived?

Yes, she had an apartment in Chinatown.

1432 Grand Avenue.

Thank you.

That's our next stop.

Come on, Wong.

Well, you're not going.

Get Jim.

What are you going to do?

Will you let me go?

Will you... Well, stop this, you big bad...

You're not going to leave me chained up like this.

I certainly am, baby, till we can search that apartment.

I don't want flashlight bulbs all over the place.

Get the coroner of the photographers up here and

don't let her near a phone till you hear from me.

Hey, come on, Wong.

Oh, Bill Street, you're the most loathsome human being I've ever encountered.

You big bad...

What do you want to see?

To the police.

Captain Jane aboard?

Yes, sir.

On Captain Street of the San Francisco Police.

This is Mr. James Lee Wong.

How do you do, gentlemen?

What can I do for you?

You had a passenger on your last trip.

A Princess Lin Wah.

Yes, that's right.

Why was she traveling on this kind of a boat?

Well, we have a few passenger accommodations.

We booked passage for her at the request of her brother.

Where is he?

He's in Northern China.

Field Marshal Chang Sai.

The Sen Wang Ti family?

That's the family, sir, yes.

What was she doing in this country?

Sightseeing, I imagine.

This is her first trip to America, I understand.

And her last.

She was murdered an hour ago.

The Princess murdered?

This will be a great shock to her brother.

Have you any idea who might have done this?

Could one of your passengers have had a motive?

Not that I know of.

What type of passenger were you carrying?

Well, we had a few returning missionaries.

A commercial traveler or two.

Or one or two tourists.

But she didn't mingle very much with them.

Have you left the boat in the past few hours?

No, I haven't, sir.

Have you a crew and passenger list you could let me have?

I certainly have.

Sorry to have bothered you, Captain.

Thank you.

Not at all.

He never batted an eye, did he?

We'll check up on his headquarters.

Well, who are they?

Police.

What?

Isn't one of them Chinese?

Yes, a Chinese detective.

What do they want?

You want to know what they want.

What do you mean?

Of course, you don't know the Princess was murdered.

Murdered?

Yeah.

What did you kill her for, Jackson?

Are you crazy?

Well, I haven't seen the Princess since... Well, yesterday afternoon.

Did he get a check?

Yes.

How much?

$250,000.

And my share?

Now look here, Jackson.

I'm in this thing as deep as you are.

She charged on the ship for the airplanes.

I put her in touch with you.

Told her you had flown as an aviator with her brother in China.

I planned this whole deal.

All right, I know it.

You'll get your share.

Where is the money?

In the bank.

I'll see you there at 10 o'clock in the morning.

All right.

Pretty clever, Jackson, killing the Princess.