Mr X Goes to Syria

Herbert Marshall has 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. But first listen for a moment to America's famous singing star.

And now here's Bing Baggy Pants Crosby in the type of introductions entirely on call for. Well, I'm sorry, being with your clothes. I are a little ruffled tonight. I can tell you why. I had a very rough train trip up from Los Angeles.

I had a horrible experience. I shared an upper berth with Bob Hope. That's the last time I ever get stuck in a berth with Groening Lisa. Why did you have to have hope in the berth with you?

He broke out of his crate. Let's move along to something musical, huh? Chester Field. Chester Field. Always Winters, please. That milder mild, so that cone never leaves an aftertaste So open a pack, give me a smell Then you smoke em' Don't forget to give Crosby for Christmas Yes, give Chester Field Christmas Cartons with Bing as Papa Santa Claus

It happened on a moonless night near a peaceful oasis on the vast South Arabian Desert One moment, the small, well-piloted plane was coming in for a quiet, uneventful landing And the next morning, the pilot of that plane lies in a hospital room in Beirut, Syria.

Arabs. It's Appeline. Ken. He's still there, Ken. I'm here, Jack. Go on, yes. Guns. Somebody's ugly. Gun. Explosives. Can't let him. Can't let him destroy Tapeline. Who's behind you, Jack? Who's snuggling these guns into the Arabs?

Who's after the tap line? Mud. Red mud. What about red mud? Red mud. Stop again. Stop. Jack, okay, Jack. I'll see what I can do. Looking for someone?