Dirty Racket

Listen to Herbert Marshall as the man called X. Wherever there is mystery, adventure, intrigue, in all the strange and dangerous places of the world, there you will find the man called X. Bill Thompson. Ten Francisco.

That's not important now, Ken. Oh, what is? I'm in a mess, and I don't know what to do. Can you get over to my house right away? Sure. I'm right up to my neck in the filthiest game that's ever been played.

It's a job for you in the bureau. The dirtiest racket. I'm sorry, Mr. Thurston. That's exactly what happened. I didn't even know Bill had come home yet. I was in the living room with Mr. Connors here waiting for him. We heard the shots in the den.

We rushed in and responded. Easy, Nancy, easy. Any idea of why it was killed, Mrs. Thompson? No, Mr. Thurston, I swear. There was no reason Thurston there couldn't have been. Bill Thompson didn't have an enemy in the world.

James Wright, it just doesn't make sense. Of course it doesn't. Bill just backed from Korea, a wonderful new job. It was so happened. And then it... What was this new job? Well, he was working for a man named Weaver, George Weaver, selling stocks at Martin.

That's right. Weaver Investment Company. They put Bill on as a customer's man, paid him a healthy salary plus commission. It was a good deal. You must have been pretty close to Bill's and all these things about him, Connors?

I was. Did you work with the wet weavers? No. We got to know each other pretty well between Pussan and Heartbreak Ridge. So he gets through all that and then comes home to this. Yeah. Well thanks for your trouble, Mrs. Thompson. I won't bother anymore right now.