Mexican Hat Trick

Presenting Orson Welles as the Third Man, Bives of Harry Lime. The fabulous stories of the immortal character originally created in the motion picture The Third Man with Zootham Music by Anton Karras. That was the shot that killed Harry Lime. He died in a sewer beneath Vienna.

As those of you who saw the movie The Third Man, yes that was the end of Harry Lime. But it was not the beginning. Herrheim had many lives. And I can recount all of them.

How do I know? Very simple. Because my name is Herrheim. Me, I don't approve of gambling. At least not the legitimate kind. It's not so much the gambling I dislike. It's the losing that it tests.

Of course, all business entails a certain amount of risk. That's why insurance companies grow rich. I believe in insurance. That's why when I have to gamble, I always like to ensure that I'm on a sure thing.

Some people have been rude enough to call this cheating, but they were prejudiced by being on the losing side. I've had time in Mexico City when I brought up what I like to call my Mexican hat trick.

Oh, Orson Weld, as Harry Lime, the third man in Mexican hat trick. There is no human affliction worse than poverty.

In Mexico City, I realized again that it's more painful when the disease occurs in the midst of plenty. Somehow, there'd always been enough to buy a drink for some poor unsuspecting Teresa. You know, the kind too much money in his pocket, too much trust in his heart for a fellow American, and Neil take it for Harry Lime.

But now, nothing. Harry Lime, soldier of many fortunes, good and bad, was down to his last borrowed cigarette, sitting in a crummy dive in a fourth-rate district of the city, checking a mental roster of friends, contacts, and local suckers.