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I'll take that necklace now.
Go ahead, blow us up now and kill him too.
All right.
I will.
Castor oil.
Give me that gun. Get the plane started. I'll follow long enough for you to get there. It's our only chance.
Throw him in the hole.
After him.
After him.
Tell Moloch and the layman the wing is ready. I'll be waiting for them.
The fighter's taking off in the wing.
Rise to the stratosphere. We want to be sure they don't follow us.
Well, I know you're trying to chase them. My plane won't go that fast.
Anyway, Steve, I got the necklace. Let's get back to town.
Can I look at the necklace, Mr. Tracy?
Sure, here you go, boy.
Claude reported by Cole, sir. He and the others got away from Tracy's man in the car.
Good. We'll need them for the work at the Cole.
Claude will be a flighty. You can start now, Castor.
The value of Randall's formula, Moloch, depends upon who wants to buy it.
In that case, the formula of Michelin is very valuable to us.
Thank you, Mr. Calyon.
I'm glad you're safe, Gordon, even though you do not bring the Mogra necklace.
I can still use you.
What's done is done.
I sent Castor over to see Randall. Has any report come from the Cole?
The submarine hasn't docked yet. You don't think Calyon will draw out now, do you?
If I could depend upon you, Gordon, as much as I can upon Calyon,
the formula for Nicolainium would be out of this country in another two or three hours.
Our only failure so far is an inferior organization.
I'm going to Whitey's.
You can find that in the usual manner, Gwen.
Well, Steve, any luck?
Sure. The fingerprints on that gun belong to Claude Destino.
Destino?
Where does Destino hang out?
At Whitey's, not the Cole. It's a pretty slippery customer.
Whitey stays at the Cole even though it's deserted.
Not staying there for love of the place.
How about the gun serial number?
It was filed off. We've got a reading at the laboratory.
It was registered to Hans Jensen. He's Randall's watchman.
Randall? Why, he's a famous chemist.
The man who just perfected a new secret alloy called Nicolainium.
We haven't any time to lose. We're going to visit Mr. Randall.
Mike, get the car ready, will you?
He's found him home, but I've been to his laboratory and we might find him there.
That for me, I mustn't get into the wrong hands.
Come on in, boss. It's open.
What happened, Mr. Randall?
They took it.
You mean your formula?
Hey, Chief, there's a footprint in some oil over here.
You reckon that means anything?
Better take a look at that footprint, Gwen.
That's the man, Mr. Tracy.
I think I've got something, Dick.
What do you think of it, Mr. Randall?
That looks like the typical reaction for sesame oil, Miss Andrews.
It is sesame seed oil. The test is infallible.
The man who stepped in that spilled alkali solution had the oil on his feet.
Two and two equals the coal this time.
I checked on that when I was looking up Claude Bestino.
Those warehouses there were last used by a big vegetable oil importing house.
Oh, Anderson, Gwen, we're going down to the coal.
Get right to the waterfront, Steve.
Will it be Jens? What will it be?
Your stranger's around here, I take it.
Try my stew. I'm famous, but famous.
You don't have to go back to these guys, buddy.
Bestino here knows them even if you don't.
Go on.
Well, we've got the formula all right.
Good. Come on.
Any word of that submarine yet?
Not since the last report. Said he'd dock sometime today.
About time canyon submarine arrived.
Gee, Bestino.
What will it be?
I'll take some of this stew.
Okay.
Where do you think you're going?
You and a couple of men go back.
What is in trouble?
He's coming through the passage.
Don't move, Tracy.
Easy, copper.
Get going, Tracy. Up to there.
Come on.
Okay, drop that gun and reach for the sky.
Come on, up with him.
Get in there.
In the rear of the car.
Gee, I helped that time.
You're dead.
Come on, on your feet.
Get down on the stairs.
Step on it.
Keep him covered, Mike.
That man will leave you to Randolph formulae.
There's the stuff now.
We have no time to lose.
Government men are up front in this canyon.
No morning, Groski.
They'll keep us stopping to stand by.
We leave at once.
Here is Randolph formulae for Nickelaneon.
My government appreciates your efficiency.
Prepare to submerge.
Kill number four and seven tanks.
Kill number four and seven tanks.
