Spot the Eight Ball

Your place is sure with two great names. Bridgetaire and General Motors. Bridgetaire presents Herbert Marshall as the man called X. Wherever there is mystery, intrigue, romance, in all the strange and dangerous places of the world.

There you will find the man called X. And our Bridgetaire presents Herbert Marshall as Ken Thurston, the man called X. On a cold and gloomy day like Wadiya Field, Canon the Chief stand watching a great transatlantic plane take off.

Well, there he goes, Ken. Yep. Off to London. Sir Robert Beaumont. Mmm, Chief, I don't know. Don't know what? Whole thing, simple enough. Well, sure, the British Air Ministry makes arrangements ahead of time. Their representative arrives here and presents his credentials, the army hands in blueprints of the new supersonic missile, a big missile and he catches a plane back to England.

I agree with the chief it is simple. Then why worry? Call it a hunch. Anyhow, we can't do anything here. Can't chief, let's grab a taxi. If you're looking for a taxi, if this isn't the one, then what is it?

Tells me. Pay gone. Oh, no. Hello, Mr. Thurston. It's about time you notice. What are you doing out here? Just told you, drive in a taxi. Come on, get in. Won't even put the flag down.

I'll bet the old would like to know about that. Or him, it belongs to Uncle Uckmed, and he's in jail for reckless driving. Come on, I got special rates for very dear friends. Let's work it in, Chief. We only cab around.

Very surprised that you, Mr. Thurston, saying goodbye to such a no-good crook like that, that Count Helund fellow. Helund? My patron? That was Sir Robert Beaumont. Huh? No, when I knew him in Istanbul, he was a spy.