I have a journey into the rail rovers stray should tell a by.

I hope you will enjoy the table so.

That it will tree you a little and kill you a little.

So settle back, get a good grip on your nerve.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

Edmund o'bryen man, Johnny Dalla Hello, this is Bruce Hugh the Lockheartesty.

Yes, mister Yule, thanks for calling back.

I want to let you know I was in town.

I'd like to get together with you if you have time to see any Yes, I.

Just get out of court and I have a meeting in a few minutes.

You shouldn't eat long.

Could you meet me at five thirty for a drink?

Sure?

Any place you're saying, all right, there's a place.

Called Tarts right around the corner from my offices on Spring.

I can find it.

This is quite a mixed up, mister, you the Lockhart's being killed like that is?

Are you any closer to learning which one died first?

We are not.

It was a matter of only a minute or so.

Yeah, it's only a two hundred thousand dollars question.

Who lived those couple of minutes?

The makers of Brigley's Fearman showing Gum bring you, Edmund O'Brien in a transcribed adventure of the Man with the Action Packed Expense account America's Fabulous Freelance Insurance Investigator, Yours Truly Johnny Dollar.

Expense Accounts sbmitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to a home office Washingtonian Life Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut.

The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Horrice lock Man expenser count item won eight dollars and ninety cents fair incidentals between Santa Barbara.

And Los Angeles.

Your Los Angeles agent found that I was on a case in Montecito and saved you some two hundred dollars in fair from the East coast to Los Angeles by bringing.

Me down from Santa Barbara.

At five point thirty that same afternoon, I met mister Bruce Yule, attorney for the Lockhart estate.

You lead off, mister Dollar.

I'll answer any question I can so far and other bare facts.

I try to get some information from the police, but everybody told me to cost another office.

You must have called a local party, Yeah, shouldn't I have?

Mister Missus Lockhart were killed in County territory, so it's under the jurisdiction of the shriff.

I was way off and I was almost up to the Highway commissioner when IQUI.

Well, we have a fairly complicated system here.

The Lockharts were killed on the Coast Highway north of Melo.

They were returning from a visit to Santa Barbara when their car was either forced off the road or with out of control, christ.

Through a guard fence and over a bank.

My time, nightsident.

It was about two in the morning.

Now, the actual report was phoned in by the operator of an all night garage on the highway.

But the man was notified by a young woman.

She said she'd seen the accident.

Happen, that stopped and gone on to look at the car.

But that's where our information stopped.

Yeah, Am I right?

That she did tell somebody that one of the Lockharts was still alive then, but that.

She didn't say which one.

But that's correct, that's what she told the garage operator.

Now his name is Gallagher, and.

The whole thing hangs on this girl.

What's been done the locator here?

We put ads in the classified sections of all the papers that happened only night before last.

I'm certain she'll called in before long, I hope.

So how often are you look at the classified section, mister ung?

Oh?

Certainly we can hope that she has friends she's talked to about the accident, and even if she doesn't see it, why somebody will tell her about this.

The man in the garage you said his name is Gallaghan, Yes, Patrick, Thanks very much, mister Hung.

I think I'll run a car and go out and see him.

What anything?

Hi you, mister Gallaghan.

That's right.

My name is Daughter.

I'm an investigator of an insurance company.

I like to talk to you about that accident at the other night.

That Lincoln was a man and his wife.

Yeah the lock on, Oh that was a mess.

At least I got him on this highway.

Crazy fool drivers.

He was quite a big shot.

I read he was.

When I want to find out about it is the girl who reported the accident to you.

I don't know anything about her.

She busted in here all excited and told me about it, and then she left.

Never saw her before and I haven't seen her since.

What exactly did she say?

You remember?

What do you mean I'd like to learn her exact words if you remember them.

What's so important about her?

We're looking for her.

I'll explain it to you.

But do you remember what she said?

Well, uh, not her exact words.

Maybe she told me about the accident.

She said there were two people in the car, and she said one of them was dead, but she thought one was still alive.

Can you be sure that she.

Didn't say I think the man is still alive or I think the woman is still alive.

Oh, I don't think she said that.

Did she say there were two people in the car or a man and a woman?

Yeah, I'm not sure.

I didn't think anything about that.

All I was thinking was calling a police.

As a matter of fact, I was asleep.

She woke me up, shaking me and talking about it.

It took you a couple of seconds to come to your senses, then, I suppose.

Yeah, yeah, I guess so she after I call the police.

But it's just possible that she might have mentioned the man or the woman still being alion.

Well, it might be before I was awake.

Well, I don't get it.

What differences of.

Mike, It makes a two hundred thousand dollars difference to one of two people.

Mister canagha, what are you giving me?

You carry life insurance, don't you?

Yeah, all I can afford.

Well, the Lockhart's each had a policy naming each other as first beneficiary, but each of them named a different second beneficiary.

Oh yeah, beginning to see missus Lockhart had named a son by a former marriage.

So if she survived her husband and that crash, even for a minute or so, she became his beneficiary for that length of time.

If that was the case, her son is in line for the money from both policies.

If she died first, it is the other way around, and her daughter by Lockhart is in line.

Oh I didn't think they cut it that fine.

You can see how important it is for you to remember exactly what this girl said.

Well, only he isn't gonna make it any easier to be sure.

I'm not sure, that's all.

What did this girl look like?

Well, I give it a little more help there.

She had blue eyes, and seemed to me she was wearing an awful lot of makeup.

It was really plastered on.

You couldn't really see a skin.

Like stage making.

What about eyelashes?

Were they falls?

Yeah?

Yeah, they were?

Now that you mentioned it that they were too long to be real.

What else?

Well, she has a scarf over her hair, but I'm pretty sure it was blonde and it's about all.

She's wearing a coat.

Oh and I noticed when she left she was barrel like it and wearing white shoes with high heels.

Her legs were tense.

So maybe she lives on the beach around here someplace.

Could that have been makeup on her legs?

Doom?

I don't know, Maybe it was.

What about a car?

What kind was it?

What color?

I didn't see it, didn't see it now she parked there by the side of the building where you had it.

When I was on the phone, she pulled out and the head of tow to la It sounded like about a Chevy or a plumber, something about that size.

Well, thanks, mister Gallagher.

If you think of anything more, I should call me.

I'm the Homby hotel on Wiltshire.

I leave my car.

I drove up to the scene of the crash about two miles farther north the Lockharts couldn't have picked a better spot.

There was a normous cheer drop of more than twenty feet of some big rocks just above the beach.

The rocks still showed the marks of the impact.

At the sheriff station on the.

Way back into Los Angeles, I saw their photographs and heard their theory.

The car hadn't been forced off the road.

The tire Marx had left made it appear that either the driver had fallen asleep or that the crash had not been accidental.

The next morning, I was summoned by Bruce Yule to the Lockhart address.

I found it at the end of one of the elite roads in LA's Prize of Division val Air.

He was guarded by an iron gate, and the mansion itself was evidently a retlica of something Italian.

I was told away from mister Yule in a domed entry hall.

Thanks for coming out, mister, I U have, mister for the world.

Yes, it's quite a place, isn't it.

I wanted the children to meet you.

Do you know about them?

Only that their half sister and brother.

Is Michael Adams stayed with his own father, never has lived here.

He arrived from Seattle last night.

This is the first time he's met his stepsister that scale lockhear Yes, she's twenty three and he's twenty seven.

Well, I wanted him to know we're doing everything we can to find this perverse witness who has become so important.

Why doesn't she review herself?

I wish I knew where.

Oh this is mister the insurance investigator has come out to help us.

That miss Gail Lockhart's how do you do?

Miss Lockhart?

And mister Michael Adam, Oh, hey, mister Dollar, I used to meet you, mister Adams.

You both have my sympathy.

Oh, I think Miss Lockhart deserves it more than I do.

I'm no more than a stranger.

I don't even remember mammaa.

She and my father divorced before I was too stop it.

Sorry, mister you.

I don't have to stay?

Do I go to my room?

Boy?

Yes, Gail, if you want to, I do.

I can't talk about it anymore.

I'm sorry, but I feel like I should explain my place in this.

I know I don't belong.

It's all right, mister Adams.

Gail was terribly upset.

She was instead of Barbara with her parents that night, and she was supposed to drive back with him.

They'd been drinking heavily and she bade them stay over.

And when her father refused to do that.

She refused to ride.

Mmm, I didn't know she was with him.

But do you know how these situations are?

She's full of self incrimination.

Can't help.

I think she should have done more like take the keys to the car, or even call the police or something.

Well, what are we going to do about this?

Witness?

Mister dnlan?

Maybe you can help us, Miss Annams.

Do you ever read the personal column in the classified advertising section.

Of your paper?

Personal column?

Hardly everck?

Have you any idea when the last time was oh months back?

Anyway?

I think we have to do better than that personal column aster youle spite a few small ads through the other pages.

Have you contacted any but local papers?

No?

No, not yes, just because that garage man told us her car headed for LA there's no proof that she's here.

She might have passed right on through, yes.

But a girl driving alone at that time of night, they have no reason to think that she was alone.

Gallagher didn't see anybody else, but they didn't see the car either.

There are people who just don't like to get involved in things like this.

You know, yes, yes, that's true.

What would you say you were posting a small reward I think that would be a good idea, not a reward for the information we want, because we get too many cranks who would say anything for money.

That's right, isn't it.

I think we should offer the reward for any information.

That will lead us to the witness and print the description Gallagher gave us.

Oh that's a good idea.

Sure, but I'll go call my secretar and have a composing ad and get it into as many evening editions in the county as possible, and San Bernardino and Riverside counties as well.

Excuse me, really, this dispense is really something, isn't it.

Yeah, Well, I know I don't deserve any of the money.

Why you could have knocked me over with a fellow when I found out she had me in the policy.

Well, I suppose she always felt bad about the way she deserted my father and me and wanted to make it happen.

I was probably in.

But man, two hundred thousand bucks, I get that out.

He's sitting on top of the world.

I wouldn't spend it yet if I will, Oh, I know it's toss up.

She would be justice, wouldn't.

But all she'll get anyway, Miss Lockhart doesn't need it like I do.

Why from the looks of this place, she probably wouldn't miss it.

Maybe you're right, Miss Adams, she probably won't miss anything but a parents for quite a while.

Sorry, I can't seem to say the right thing around here.

Practical mister Adams had to wait along with the rest of us.

The second day, the reward was increased.

It was increased the third and the fourth day, until it stooded one thousand dollars.

There it stayed for fear somebody was sitting on the information and watching the price of it go up.

A few newspaper and radio reporters played it up on.

The mystery woman angle, but the actual two hundred thousand dollar question we wanted to ask he was never let out.

We had some worthless reaction, but on the seventh day we got what we figured was our first break.

An apartment house manager phone Bruce Yule and I went out to talk to her.

Well, it's not me alone, mister Dollar.

My tenants have mentioned it too.

We're all curious about this mystery woman.

You know.

Uh huh, Well this is Tuesday, and that awful accident happened.

We go Sunday didn't missus Brooker be exactly about two Monday morning.

Well, at ten o'clock that morning, one of the girls who'd been living here left.

With almost a whole month's rent to live out.

Susan Lee.

Oh, would you say?

She fit the description on the paper?

Now, that's why I decided to call.

We'd share the reward, but I'd do the talking, because especially that they have to go makeup.

That was mentioned.

Susan was a dancer in the Naughty Nineties nightclub on Santa Monica Boulevard, a specialty dancers.

She put it on a can.

That was another thing.

The ad mentioned a Chevy or plymouth if she had a plymouth.

It was very interesting, missus Brooker.

She say where she was going?

Well, she said she'd found a better job in another town.

But when I asked her where, she changed the subject.

She was hiding something they do for me.

I asked her about that.

Too, and she said she'd come back and pick it up as soon as she could.

I think she was in trouble.

Does any mail come well, nothing much, couple of bills this one today homophotographer.

A photographer that might really help.

Yes, yes, he must have taken.

A picture see the return address.

Oh till I tell the girls.

Oh, I hope it's her.

Well, I never even knew anybody who ever won a reward.

Before it was her.

As a matter of fact, things developed quite nicely for the next hour and a half.

Anyway, at the garage, Gallagher positively identified the girl and the print I took him from the photographer.

So at that point that's what we had, a picture and the name of our witness.

The rest of it wasn't so good.

It looked like she'd taken a sudden run out for reasons and places unknown.

With the seven days start, she could have reached almost any place in the world.

And now, with our star Edward O'Brien, we bring you the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar.

I suppose it's a kind but it doesn't help us very much, does it.

No, not yet, mister Yule.

But it's more than we've had.

One thing I'd like to suggest.

Yes, I think we should lead the reward as running just as they are.

Oh, you don't think we should get right to the point and add her name and photo to the information.

No, not right now.

She's running away from something.

We might drive a father.

If we did that, I think we should go on as if we haven't learned anything.

I suppose you're right.

The meantime, I'll see what I can dig up this Atamaica Boulevard, club where Susan Lee at worked was open but almost empty at three that afternoon.

When I went in, just the bar was an operation, but a series of larger than life sized posters on the wall promised entertainment nightly by outstanding personalities of a dance.

I found the manager in his office.

How about the name again, Dollard?

The bartender told me where I might find you, mister Koberley.

I like to talk to you about a girl named Susan Lee.

Well, what about it?

Uh, come on in, come on, I can spare a few minutes.

Thanks you a copper sometime private run.

Why you're expecting something, oh not, especially the way Susan dropped out of sight all of a sudden, and the way you come in asking about her?

What's up?

Anyway?

I was hoping you could tell me I'm working for an insurance company.

All I want with this league girl.

There's a statement about Norton via accident she witnessed.

M oh hey, just what's been running in all the papers.

Yeah, we're trying to find it for a week.

And that's Susan, That's right.

What a dope?

That makes me a lot of other people around here.

Uh are you sure a guy identifying a picture?

Why didn't I think of that?

You know why?

For the papers gave the idea that this game was coming to Los Angele's from some town up the coast, and so we know that she was driving sounds How could Susan be driving any place up there at two in the morning the last show here, it was.

A quarter of one.

I'm only interest in knowing where she is now.

I ain't take it.

You don't know, No, No, he contract has another week to run.

But she called me one morning a week or so ago and said she was sick and could she quit?

Is that in Monday morning?

While I confront Yeah, yeah, sure it was.

She called me at home.

We're closed on Mondays.

Hey, I think I got something for you.

Well, one of the other girls picked up a pay for her.

She wanted to quit, she told me, and I don't make any trouble with the girls who want to leave, And then she wanted Lemin to pick up her check, and I said that'll be okay if she sent the note authorizing it, and she did this, What did you say?

I mean, yeah, that's her stage name.

You know, these girls get those monikers legalized when they're too young to know any better, and then they're.

Stuck with them.

Uh, lamin done.

You can tell before you see her that she's brunette and specializes in tassels.

Did you mind giving me her address?

No, no, I've got it right over here.

Susan must have some hot dot to be worth a thousand dollar reward.

I wish I could tell you that I can.

It's worth plenty.

No, I wasn't pushing for information.

Yeah.

Here it is the Wesley On Wilcox sir, Thanks very much.

Oh sure, sure, I don't care what you don't tell me, but anybody could use a hunk of that reward these days.

I remember what you've done, mister Koberlee.

We'll see what we can work out.

Thanks again.

Sure, uh, William was done.

Yeah, I suppose you've read the papers like everyone else.

I'm the insurance investigator who's looking for that girl.

She turns out to be Susan Lee.

Oh well, come on, in.

What have I been sitting on anyway, you know what we wanted for him?

Because she saw that wreck.

Don't you know what could have happened?

It made a lead time like she did.

No, don't you Oh, I know there would look I'm going to sound like a pretty lousy sort of friend, I suppose, But I only met her when she booked into the club.

We happened to get along, that's all.

I don't think that's the kind of friendship where you find that greater love half.

No man stuff.

Besides, she didn't trust me enough to tell.

Me everything, everything about what Why don't you sit done?

Nice?

I promised her I wouldn't say anything, and I haven't.

But now you want to know, and I'm not going to lie about something I don't know.

It makes sense to me.

Something happened to her that night, and I think it was over that guy she married.

You.

I have to remember that I don't know anything about her.

Oh yeah, well she married this guy.

I never met him.

His name is Robert.

She told me they ran off a couple of months ago, got one of those quick Mexican jobs.

You don't know where this Robins came from or lived.

All I know is it must have been a dandy marriage.

She still lived in her apartment, and maybe once or twice a week she'd leave after the last show and run up the coast to meet him.

She said he traveled a lot.

I believed it, but not the way she meant it.

He sounds a little naive for her profession.

Oh she isn't.

Wasn't.

I guess everybody really takes a fall sooner or later.

But she came here that night or morning.

I guess it was three point thirty.

She still had a stage makeup on.

She said something happened.

She had to get out of time.

That's all she'd say.

She mentioned seeing the accident.

No, just kept on saying something happened, something awful happened, She had to leave time.

Could she have caused that accident?

The police ain't.

No other car was involved.

Oh and I must have been that husband.

You know his full name?

Yeah it was Phil.

I heard her say that, Philip.

Roberts, probably a common name.

That we'll get on it.

You talked to her the next day, you know about her paycheck?

Yeah, she found me.

She told mister Cobler she was sick, because she didn't want him to ask questions about why she was leaving.

So I went down got her check.

I met her in a driving joint on Santa Monica and the same thing, and making me promise not to tell anybody.

Do you have any idea where she might have gone?

Yeah?

I had where.

Once a week, every Sunday, Susan used to get flowers.

She used to say they were from some masher in San Diego.

She'd tear up the card and met the flowers dry up on her dressing table.

Bouquet came out Sunday night, and she didn't even unwrap it.

It was one of those what's the future nights for me.

I was figuring how many years I had left in the racket, wondering what had made me go wrong with the way I spent all the time i'd been in it.

Well, I was real gone when Susan left.

I took her flowers and brought them home, and I read the card.

It's said, as usual, if you ever need.

Me, that's where she's gone, you know, or are you guessing both?

I guess I met one like that when I was Susan's age.

That's where I should have gone.

Maybe she did.

I still got the card with the name of the florist on it.

San Diego is one hundred and twenty miles from Los Angeles.

When I opened the phone book and saw how many Philip Roberts there were.

To be checked, the trip seemed short.

I didn't get there in time that night, but the next morning I located the florist.

He had no trouble remembering the man who so faithfully sent flowers on Sunday.

At noon that day, I found Robert's house and I recognized the girl who opened the door to me.

Yes, Susan Lee.

No, No, wait a minute, don't alone go away?

Did you put out?

I didn't know.

I didn't have anything to do with it.

I didn't know, Esslee, you don't have to be afraid.

All I want to ask you about is the accident you saw last Sunday night.

No, you're lying.

You're lying.

I read about your reward in the papers.

You tried to trip me.

How did you find me?

I had to find you.

I didn't do it.

I didn't have anything to do with it.

No matter what she said, you're saying things you don't have to say, mis Lee.

No, I'm not.

Because everything else you've heard, all what lies have I heard.

I don't know.

Don't you think I've spent all night long, every night hearing much she said to.

Him, And I believed him.

I believe everything he told me.

That's not his name.

I know it isn't now, but I married him.

You think I would have married him if I'd known that he was already married.

I guess you'd better tell me that of his name.

I thought I was married to him.

We went to en Sonata.

Some man married us down there with a may and I thought he was my husband all the time.

I was gonna quit dancing and we were gonna go away.

And Sunday night I heard.

Them, you are north of Malibu Sunday night.

Yes, he ran at the cabin for us.

When I got there Sunday night, it was another car.

I left my car and walked to the cabin, and then I heard them.

She called herself his wife, and she used a different name.

She called him Carl.

I don't know why I listened.

I wanted to run, but I stayed and listened to him.

Are you and funds that I wasn't married to him at all?

But sho with his wife?

You don't have to tell me, yes, I do you have to know the truth.

You say she'd kill him.

When I left and started to walk toward the highway, and I've gotten almost to it when I heard the shots.

I wasn't near the cabin.

I was almost to my car when I heard them.

A club was running away because she shot him over me.

Where's this cabin?

About three?

You know where it is.

You've been there, you found him.

As far as I know, no one has been there.

I haven't heard anything about a shooting north of Malibu.

You're lying.

No, I'm not.

We'renna have to phone the police to check the story.

You're lying.

You're still trying to trick me that you can't stop it.

You're lying because you believe her.

Go with my God, I didn't know it.

I was running away.

It took some time to digest it.

I called the police and saw Susan Lee on her way back to Los Angeles with him, and then called Bruce Hule.

By the time I had driven back, he'd spend a half hour with the girl and gotten the report.

Of the police who visited the cabin.

I was called to the Lockhott home for the second and last time, and, together with the two prospective beneficiaries.

I heard what the lawyer had to say.

Ah, it's a pathetic story.

This man entered a bigo mismarriage contract with Susan Lee.

His first wife followed him to the cabin.

She didn't know about the marriage, but she suspected something.

At the height of the argument, she shot him and then turned the gun upon herself.

Miss Lee was afraid to surrenders our witness.

They're both then, well, yes, but.

Actually that's none of our concern.

Now, this tortured girl did witness the accident, and in spite of her own problems, stopped to give what aide she could, which of course was none.

Did you get a statement from her mistel.

Yes, I'm afraid I did.

Before a note Republic, Susan Lee swore that the person who was alive at the time she viewed the wreck was missus Lockhart.

I knew it.

Hot, shut up, get him on it here, year of let me take a year.

It's really true?

Yeah, I guess it is.

If you assistance man two hundred thousand dollars and for what for being born to the right mother, that's what I call profit on a small investment.

I guess that's right.

Two one hundred thousand.

Why I bet I can invest that and live like a gentleman the way I've always wanted to do.

I wonder how much this house costs?

Nothing like this in Seattle, but I might show them a thing or two.

Expensive count adam two three.

Hundred and fifty six dollars and fifty cents miscellaneous in Los Angeles.

Item three two hundred and eighteen dollars and forty five cents.

Transportation back to Hartford.

Expensive count total five hundred and eighty three dollars and eighty five cents.

Remarks, As far as I'm concerned, the money went to the wrong beneficiary.

You know it's truly yours, Truly Johnny Dollar.

Brought to you by Wrigley's Spearmint Gum, stars Edmund O'Brien in the title role and is written by Gil Dowd with music by Eddie Dunsteader.

Edmund O'Brien can soon be seen starring in the Paramount Pictures production Warpath.

Featured in tonight's cast were Howard mcneir, Hi Aberbeck, Barbara Whiting, David Young, Virginia, Greg, Eddie Marr and Mary Jane Croft.

Yours truly Johnny Dollar is transcribed in Hollywood by Himy Delby