Custom Cigarettes

The National Broadcasting Company presents Herbert Marshall as the Man Called X. Wherever there is mystery, intrigue, romance, and all the strange and dangerous places of the world, there you will find the Man Called X.

The Istanbul Express is speeding through the night, our route from the fabulous city of Baghdad. The next stop is Uncle A Turkey. Aboard the train is Ken Thurston, the Man Called X. Suddenly the door of his compartment bursts open.

That's right, come in! I don't know if you'll change my name. You take this, keep them for me, please. Uh, cigarettes? It's much more than that, as you know. That box of cigarettes come in.

Right. Between lights have gone out. Yeah, it looks like that. Wait, quiet. I'm a dog! Don't go down! Get down fast! Yes, Ms. Brooks? I'll call for you, sir. It's Mr. Thurston.

Oh? From Caisserie, Turkey. Caisserie, what's he doing? He's running over my Ms. Brooks. Put him on. Yes sir. Go ahead please. Hello Chief. Ken, you should have been an Eastern bull by now. What are you doing in a place called Kaiseri?

They stopped the train here for a few minutes. You see, I'm at a beautiful girl Chief. A beautiful... Now look Ken, your report at the Consulate of Eastern Bull is more important than a dozen girls.

Good Eastern thing sir. The police. Yeah. She was killed in my compartment on the train about two hours ago over the box of cigarettes. Custom made by Kupyan to back on this to Vankara. Ken, what in blazes are you talking about?

Chief, the customer's name is printed on each one of those cigarettes. Well, what's it? Henry Ebers. Good Lord, Ken. Yeah, that's the way I thought about it. Hank, what are the best men the bureau ever had?