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But now it's time for this week's Yours truly, Johny Dollar Cereal,
and as always, we are going to play episodes one and two today.
If you are minded to listen to the entire serial in one city, then
I would encourage you to pause the podcast now and then on Friday you can
listen to the complete Cereal that said from July twenty third and July twenty fourth
of nineteen fifty six. Here now is the Open Town Matter, episodes one
and two from Hollywood. It's time now fourth Johnny Dollar, Ralph Kurrns,
Johnny Great Plains Guardie. Oh hi Ralph, Johnny, you're fifty two years
old. I am eight months ago you married a lovely twenty seven year old
girl. Now I'm with you a month, lady. It took out a
fifty thousand dollars life insurance policy unachieved of police's salary. I did, huh?
And who did I name? His beneficiary? Your beautiful wife? Who
else? So? So three days ago you were shot. Today I had
a feeling it wasn't gonna last, And twenty four hours later your wife files
a claim on the policy. My friends tried to warn me she was fast.
Well, there's the setup. What do you think, the same thing
you probably do in that case. You got just fifty six minutes to catch
the plane. The town is Greensport, Missouri. And watch yourself. What
do you mean from what I hear, Johnny, it's a wide open town
tonight and every weekday night. Bob Bailey, in the Transcribed Adventures of the
Man with the Action Pact EXPENSCCOUD, America's Fabulous freelance insurance investigator has truly Johnny
Dollar. From Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to the home office Great Plans Guarantee Company,
Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation
of the open town matter. I'm one eighty four dollars and sixty cents transportation
in Incineto's Hartford to green Sport and taxi to the townhouse hotel. I was
hoping for a chance to shower and change, look around long enough to get
my bearings and then edge into the case gradually, but it didn't work out
that way. The case was already there and waiting for me, right in
the lobby of the hotel, all dressed up in a shiny black suit,
squeaky black shoes, and aneath of the neat little black bulls eye. Oh
am, I glad to see you, mister Dollar. Are you Oh indeed,
yes I am. I just be the great big sigh relief. You
know when I heard you tell the clerk your name, that's how I know
your you? You know you mean, there's been some doubts, but of
course you'll want to know. I mean, so I'll swear I had a
card in one of these pockets. Well maybe you could just tell me who
you are, mister Potzer, April P. Potza. I ought to have
a card though, to make it more official. Well, never mind,
I believe you. I must have given them all away. Don't worry,
though, I'll get some more printed to see that you have one before you
leave. Wow. Thanks a lot, mister Potza. And now I wait,
mister Dollar. You want to talk to me, of course? Well,
yes, I'm the agent here for the Great Plains Guarantee Company. I'm
the one that sold that policy to the full of it's dead. Oh so
that's it, of course he wasn't dead. Then you understand I'm glad to
hear it. Feeling pretty lively as a matter of fact. But with a
new young wife and all that, I imagine so and not just a dollar.
You've got to do something about that woman. H oh, she's driving
me crazy. She wants her money, she says, fifty thousand dollars,
and she seems to think I'm carrying it around in my pocket. She's kind
of anxioush I'll tell you how anxious. Chief Blake was shot about two in
the morning, and at three that afternoon, Marty, that's missus Blake was
down at my office after a claim form. Yeah, I understand it was
sent Airmil's special delivery, but she insisted on it, made me take it
straight to the post office as soon as she'd signed it. Pretty cold blooded
about it. Well, I've heard Marty Blake called a lot of different things
in this town at different times, but never cold blooded. You follow me,
I think I'm ahead of you. You know what I mean? Alright,
when you meet her? I can Harley wait man oh man, wow,
it am two a dollar and fifteen cents taxi to the suburban home of
Edgar Blake, former chief of Police of Greensport, now deceased. On the
strength of Patzi's description of the widow, I added a shave to the shower
and change, and I hoped I looked a little fresher than I felt.
The house was a rambling two story job, set back from the street,
well kept shrubbery, nice, long, quiet neighborhood, and plenty expensive.
I wondered how Blake had been able to afford it. I was halfway up
the walk when a man came out the front door. He wavered down the
steps, then stopped and waited for me, rocking slightly on his heels.
A copper, I can tell him, A block away here, A copper
right? Wrong, private eye? Maybe no insurance, investigator, insurance.
That's what I just asked her about. And you know what she did.
I'll threw you out, probably right, said I was drunk. Yes,
that's exactly what I said. Ridiculous, I told her, ridiculous. But
do you know something she was right? I am no. I can hardly
believe it. What's the fact, though, at least a little bit?
Miame's Craley, Joe Craley. I'm a reporter Greensport Daily. Harold Johnny Dwyhy
had Joe insurance? Huh? And he did have some Well, you wouldn't
have had any reason to be here. She was lying, no coming.
Who's a beneficiary? It's still no coming. It's her, of course,
a little smarty Marty is ever love a little wife? How much is she
going to make on the deal? Sorry, Joe? No comments? I
love it? Oh? Wait a minute to tell me something, Joe.
Suppose I want a little action. Wanted to get into a poker game while
I'm here, find a crap table? Maybe any idea where I could go?
Sure? Any one? A half a dozen different How long you been
in town, Johnny? About an hour? You're wives it up pretty fast,
didn't you. I didn't know what's a secret. The town is wide
open, isn't it? It is? But I wouldn't go around poking the
things if I were you. A guy could get hurt. You see what
I mean? Maybe a guy did get hurt. Blake, Kimmy, what
makes you think so? Well? If somebody wanted to keep the rackets going,
the police chief would be a natural target, wouldn't he not necessarily?
Mean? No comment? What was Blake? Sorry? Joe? Six thousand
A year on six thousand, he was living in a house like this way
to see mighty, she's even more expensive. So that's why Greensport is wide
open. The police chief was in no comment. Well he's out now,
that's for sure. Uh, Joe, I'll probably be talking to you later.
Yeah, yeah, I do that. Just ask anybody. Joe Craley,
the alcoholic that works for the Herald. I'm always around somewhere. Well,
how do you do, missus Gregg? Yes? What can I do?
Johnny Dollar? I'm representing the insurance company. Oh, come in,
mister Dollar, you come this way. I'm a little surprised, really,
I highly expected them to pay off so promptly. In that case, you
won't be too disappointed. Disappointed? What do you mean? I mean?
I didn't come here to pay you anything? Then why did you come?
I'm a special investigator, missus Blake. What does that mean? The company
would like a little more information about your husband's death. I told them all
about it and the claim I sent to you. I know, but sometimes
it's necessarily that's the pitch they're trying to squirm out of it. Why do
you say that? Because they sent you here, that's why. And because
they always. Do I know how those companies operate? You've had experience with
them before? No, I haven't. But I'm a real smart girl,
mister dollar, and I know a fast shuffle when I see it coming.
And a smart girl ought to know better than to yell before she's hurt.
Why else would they send out a special investor? I told you why?
They want some more information? What information? What is it? They want
to know the details? That's all exactly how your husband was killed. I
told them all that in the claim. He was shocked to death with his
own gun, right here in his own house. Do you mind showing me
how it happened? Oh? For the love, Look, there won't be
any payment U until I file my report, missus blake, all right?
You win. When you go after something, you really go after it,
don't you. That's what I get paid for. Oh and what about something
you personally wanted? Well, that would depend on how bad I wanted it.
I see, Would you like a drink? No? No, no
thanks? You won't mind if I have one? Right ahead? Looking at
you right now? If you wouldn't mind me? Yeah, I stick to
business, all right? Come on? Happened over here by the stairway.
I see right here. This is where he fell. This is where he
died. His gun was lying on the floor beside him. Middle of the
night. Wasn't about two in the morning. We'd been asleep. Why did
he come downstairs? I heard a noise of some kind. It woke me
up. I shook ed and told him about it, and he came down
to see what it was. He was armed. No, his gun was
there on the hall table by the front door. Is that where he usually
left it? Yes, whenever he came home he always took it off and
put it there on the table. Then anyone who knew him would probably know
they could find it there. Yes, I suppose so. All right,
So what happened? Like I said, it went on downstairs and I walked
out of the bedroom of the hall. Were there any lights on? Not
down here? I turned on the hall light upstairs. Did you hear your
husband say anything? No? All I heard was the shots, four or
five of them. Then I heard someone run out the front door, and
what did you do? I caught out to d but he didn't answer,
and I ran downstairs and found him lying here dead. Did you get to
look at the prowler? Or whoever it was. No, it was too
dark, and he ran out as soon as he fired the shots. How
did he get into the house, The detective said, he forced the lock
on the front door. I guess that was the sound that woke me up,
and then he used a gun that was inside the house that he may
or may not have known was inside the house. That's what the police figure,
all right, What do you figure, missus Blake, the same thing?
I guess I don't know any more about it than they do. I
thought you might have some theory of your own. I string along with them.
Just an accidental prowler who got panicky and snatched up a gun that happened
to be lying around handy. I guess that's about it, any idead all
who the problem might have been, of course not? You suppose it could
have been somebody besides the prowler, somebody who came here for the express purpose
of murdering your husband and had a lot of enemies, of course, because
of his job. What about his friends, Missus Blake, What do you
mean? Do you suppose one of his friends could have done it? I
don't know what you're talking about. I've been admiring your watch, real nice,
seven diamonds emerald band must be worth around two thousand dollars. Very nice.
Well, thank you ms House the furniture. That car out there on
the driveway on a police chief salary, Missus Blake, I wouldn't know anything
about Ed's financial affairs. Who runs the rackets here in Greensport? What rackets?
Mister Dollar? Was your husband and on them? Sure you won't have
that drink? All right, Missus Blake, play it your way. I
thought the insurance company was probably convinced that I was the one who killed him.
They're not convinced of anything yet, but they think I did it,
don't they? No, but they think twenty four hours is pretty fast for
a grief stricken widow to shoot a claim into the office. I am not
grief stricken, mister Dollar, So I noticed. Do I have to be?
Is there some clause in the policy? No, you don't have to
be. You think I did it, don't you. I think there's a
strong chance you did. Then I think you need a little straightening out.
Why should I make it easy for you? Go see Dave Sherman. Talk
to him, Dave Sherman, the city attorney. See what he says,
before you get all lathered up. See if he thinks I'm guilty, all
right, I will, and then we'll talk, and if you're nice enough
to me, maybe I'll even cooperate. You never know, do you Dollar?
This is Dave Sherman, mister attorney. Oh, yes, I'm trying
to reach you. Sherman. Yes, so my office tells me it's the
Ed Blake case. I suppose that's right. Well, I've already told my
secretary to make all the records of it. It's not the records I'm mainly
interested in, mister Sherman. I want to talk to you personally. Why
Because I've been informed that you were able to furnish an alibi for my number
one suspect, Marty Blake. That's right, who informed you, mister Dollar?
Mighty Blake A lovely right. Well, I guess we'd better have a
talk. That's exactly what I was thinking. Yes, if you're dead set
on lighting a fuse in this town, I may as well give you some
matches. Come on over to the courthous from Special Investigator Johnny Dollar, location,
Greensport, Missouri to the home office Great Plains Guaranty Company, Hartford,
Connecticut assignment. The open town matter expense account continued Items five and six seventy
cents. A copy of the Greensport Daily Herald and the taxi fair to city
Hall. I opened the paper and glanced over the headlines murder of police chiefs
still unsolved. City Attorney's office claims new evidence. Mayor Lyons demands action.
I could feel for the mayor. My client stood to lose fifty thousand dollars
life insurance payable to the dead police chief's widow, Marty Blake. So I
wanted action too, and I was hoping to get it from City Attorney Dave
Sherman. Come in, mister dollars, I want to see. Thanks.
Why did you get in town oh earlier this afternoon and you've already met Marty
Blake. That figure is yes, it does under the circumstances. Her husband
has been killed. He carried fifty thousand dollars worth of insurance with my company,
and missus Blake filed her claim less than twenty four hours after his death.
So that's why you hot footed it out here from Hartford. Well,
the company figured twenty four hours. It's pretty fast action for a grief stricken
widow. I don't imagine Marty is grieving too much. Oh she's not.
She told me that herself. Marty's about twenty six or seven. Ed Blake
was in his fifties. Money maybe, well not until he met her.
Then he started to make it fast. He had to do it. So
Marty likes things fast, and then he married it. Well, then she
married him, and now eight months later she's a widow with an insurance claim
for fifty thousand dollars. Well, she said she liked things fast. Why,
I know what you're thinking, mister dollar, but you may as well
back up and start all over. You're off on the wrong foot. Or
how do you mean this killing? Oh? Sure it worked out perfect for
and made to order. A man could build a pretty good case against her,
especially with that twenty four hour insurance claim. Yes, that would really
sent it with A jury pointed that out to her. I figured, as
much, would you mind telling me what happened? Well, her first move
was to start turning on the charm. That's one of the easiest things she
does if she thinks it might pay off, and after all, worth fifty
thousand dollars in the office. Sure did she give you any of the details
you know of the night it happened. It bored her to death to even
talk about it, And you thought she was putting on an act. Who
maybe throw you off? What would you think? Oh, she wasn't,
mister Dollar anymore than she was sorry that Ed Blake was murdered. Then she's
pretty cold blooded. Well that's some odd question. Figuratively, yes, I
suppose she is. See, she used to be an answer, never good
enough to make the big time, so she had to well live by our
wits and her charm. But you pointed out things that could look pretty black
for if the case ever got to court. That's right. What happened?
She said me to you? Why so I could tell you she didn't kill
him? Well, it adds up, mister Sharon. I know, its
late at night, the two of them alone in the house, her husband
shot to death with his own guy, I know, mister Dollar, but
not by her. Why not? That story about the mysterious prowler has been
used before, over and over. Matter of fact, I broke one of
them not six months ago. But in this case it's true. How do
you know? Because you were wrong on one point. They weren't alone in
the house. What do you mean, who else was there? I was?
Oh, I see Jesus pure as the driven snow. Well, at
least so far as Blake's murderer is concerned. Yeah. Kind of a neat
setup, isn't it. Huh, instead of prosecuting attorney or the star witness
for the defense. Yes, I support if it came to that, I'd
have to be. I was there when it happened, So that's why she
sent me to you, so I could hear it straight from the horse's mouth.
That's about it. Well, she couldn't have a much better alibi than
the city attorney himself, thank you. Or she's in the clear, mister
Dollon. How did you happen to be there at two o'clock in the morning.
I was spending the night. Ed and I were planning to leave early
on a fishing trip. Oh, I see, like to tell me all
about it? Certainly we'd all gone to better on midnight. It was a
few minutes before too. I woke up. I heard Marty and it out
in the hall just outside my room. I opened my door, and just
then Marty snapped on the hall lights. A second later, the shots blasted
downstairs. Five quickly. Where was she standing at the time, by the
door of her room, not ten feet away from me? So you see,
mister Dollar, she couldn't have done it. So that's that she can
thank her lucky stars. You were there. Oh, Marty's always been lucky.
Have you known her a long time? Three or four years? Ever
since she came here to Green Sport? You and Blake were pretty good friends,
I suppose No. As a matter of fact, we didn't have too
much use for each other. Oh, I know it doesn't make sense going
fishing together and the night in his home. But well, I know what
you're thinking, mister Dollar, do you Yes, you're thinking maybe I need
an alibi as much as Marty does. Well, it is that kind of
an alibi. It works equally well for either of you too. Now,
only I don't need an alibi. Blake and I had our little differences,
that's true, but they weren't serious enough to be a motive for killing him.
Maybe Marty yourself could be a motive in what way? How old are
you, mister Sherman? Thirty three? Why? And Marty Blake is twenty
seven and a beautiful girl. Her husband was around fifty two. Wrong.
Guess again, mister dollar. I've known her too long, and what's more
important, I know it too well. Meaning. Sure, she's a knockout.
I was nuts about her once. She's a my summer night wild honeysuckle
and a handful of stars. But there's one great, big catch to it,
and that is she's got a building jukebox hidden way inside of her,
and when you put in money, it plays real pretty music. When you
don't nothing. Had Blake found out and still went on putting in money?
You liked the music, and that's why he got mixed up in the rackets?
Please cheef Salary was well, well, mister Dollar, you do get
around, don't you. Was Blake running them or just taking on? Now?
What makes you think there are any rackets here? Maybe it was just
a guess who told you about them? It's funny I can't seem to remember
at the moment. I just bet you can't. Suppose you answered my question,
mister Sherman, who's behind the rackets here in Green Sports? Just a
minute is from? Or was he the one who gave me wait a minute,
mister dollar, just take it ease. Gave I wonder if you'd mind
going over that report on. Oh sorry, I didn't know you had.
No, it's all right. Well, come onney, this is Johnny Dollar.
Dollar's may allons a dollar, mister Dollars, an insurance investigator. Will
he's here to look into Ed Blake's death. Terrible tragedy, mister Dollar.
We'd appreciate all the help you can give us. Well, so far,
Mayor, I'm afraid that doesn't mount to very much. The only theory I
had just blew up in my face. Oh what was this, mister Dollars
suspected Martin Blake of the killing. Well, Dave, didn't you tell him
that you? Yes, yes, he told me, may Er. That's
when I blow up in my face. Well, at various times in the
past, Missus Blake might have been there's, one might say, a bit
indiscreet, but to consider her capable of cold blooded murder is utterly unthinkable,
sir, particularly when she was standing just ten feet away from the city attorney
at the time. Well, yes, that's true, of course. Just
what is the official theory on the shooting, gentleman. Well, at the
moment, I'm afraid we haven't any. I'll tell you, mister Doller,
when we find Shorty Wells, we'll have the killer. Shorty Wells, a
local hoodlum. Blake got him sent up the river a couple of years ago,
and Shorty swore that he'd get Blake for it if it was the last
thing that he ever did. Oh well, now that's a fairly common threat
to offer a criminal to make, and usually it's nothing but talk. But
Shorty was pro just last week, mister Doller. He was seen around town
the morning before the killing, and we haven't been able to locate him since.
I see Wells did it all right? There's not the least doubt in
the world. Yeah, it seems to add up, doesn't he Yes,
And we've got every available man. I'm a lookout for him, but so
far, no luck. There's not even a trace of him. Tell me
something, Mayor would mighty Blake know anything about the rackets? Her husband was
tied in with rackets? Why that's the most pretty well, well, it's
no use. Mister Dollar has been talking to somebody and he's found out that
our little city isn't as lily white as we'd like to pretend. Indeed,
it's true, isn't it. May As I hear at Greensport is a wide
open town as well admitted will he knows it already. There's no point in
trying to lie on man. All right, it's true, mister Dollar,
but it's not wide open as you put it. But there are rackets,
as unpleasant as it may be to admit it. Do you have any idea
who's back of them? I wish to have an idea. What about you,
mister Sherman. If I had an idea strong enough to talk about,
I'd be talking about it in court. What about this Shorty Wells? Was
he in on them before Blake sent him to prison? Yes, supposedly,
but he wouldn't spill a word about the setup at his trial. Afraid you
maybe? Huh? Probably Wells is the key to this whole thing, mister
Dollar, the rackets as well as the killing. Find Shorty Wells and we
could wrap this thing up in ten minutes. Then I guess we better find
him. Standard theory number two, A next convict with a grudge. Number
one young pretty wife, middle aged husband. Big insurance policy hadn't panned out
too well, and I wasn't too sold on the second one. It was
just two pats somehow, and the fact that Shorty Wells was missing didn't mean
much. If I were an next Cohn just out of prison and had threatened
a man who was later murdered, I'd be missing too. And yet the
penancy was sometimes the right one. The case was still, like the town
itself, wide open. I walked out of City Hall, started down the
sidewalk toward the taxi stand. I didn't know what move to try next.
Technically, of course, I was out of it, since the beneficiary had
an ironclad alibi and she'd get paid regardless of who actually did kill Blake.
I didn't pay any attention to the horn the first time, but when it
sounded again, I turned to look part of the curb a few yards away.
Whydy Blake. I've been waiting for you, Johnny, have you yes?
I wanted to talk to you. You didn't earlier. Well, I
guess you just rubbed me the wrong way. You weren't very nice to me,
you know. Sorry, you've talked to Dave Sherman. I suppose,
yep, yep, it gives you an airtine alibi. Why didn't you tell
me he was there that night when I talked with you? This afternoon?
I might have if you'd been nicer to me. I see you'd have checked
it with him anyway. Yeah, I suppose I would have done well.
Now that you know I'm not a murderess, maybe we can get to be
friends, Johnny. I think so. You're still not being very nice.
I am always politely respectful toward new widows, Missus Blake, at least until
after the first week. I told you I didn't care about Ed. Who
do you care about besides yourself, Shorty Wells? By any chance, Shorty
Wells? Who told you that? And you know I'm of course I know
him? Is I used to know him? Where he now? How should
I know? What are you trying to pull? If you think for one
minute the jury get out quick? Are you all right, missus Blake?
Yes, I guess so. Shots, Johnny, somebody was trying to kill
you. I didn't know it was me that were shooting at Maybe they were
out to kill you, Missus Blake. Now here's our star to tell you
about tomorrow's episode of this week's story. Tomorrow, an old flame and a
new one, and two men get burned. One becomes an alcoholic, the
other a human torch. Join us won't you Yours Truly? Johnny Dawnard Yours
Truly Johnny Dollar is starring Bob Bailey, is transcribed in Hollywood. Written by
less Field, It is produced and directed by Jack Johnstone. Be sure to
join us tomorrow night at the same time in Station for the next exciting episode
of Yours True Me Johnny Dollar, Roy Rowan speaking Welcome back. A very
dramatic into the first two episodes as someone wants somebody dad. Of course,
Johnny's not out of the case. We have seen him hang around so many
cases with far less plausible insurance reasons to stay on. In fact, the
fact that Marty didn't pull the trigger doesn't exonerator, particularly with her turning on
the lot and that key moment before the prowler shot her husband. Marty is
also learning that just because she didn't pull the trigger doesn't put her in good
standing with Johnny or endear her to him. I think there are some radio
detectives who might go for a mirrory widow wants that Widow is exonerated, like
some versions of the Falcon, But I think Johnny finds her distasteful and knows
she's trouble. It was interesting to have Johnny reference a case where he solved
a thought it was a Prowler case. Of course, he was referencing the
Quebono matter. It's a small reminder of how Jack Johnstone really has introduced a
sense of continuity into the series. Well, now we turn to listener comments
and feedback, and we start out with an email from Jonathan, who is
a Master Detective supporter of the podcast on Patreon. He writes, Hello,
Adam, this episode took place near where I currently live in Laughlin, Nevada.
Our town didn't exist when the episode was written, but everything else is
just right on the nose, and I should mention that this is referencing the
Midas Touch matter. It was really great to hear the accuracy of Kingman,
Arizona, and Lake Mohavey and the Davis Dam, which is actually just a
few miles from where I live. Kingman about forty miles nor still does have
most of the good hospitals in the area, and Lake Mahavey still has fishermen
pulling bass out of the water. In the last few years, it has
gotten much busier since the Meads level has dropped. All the dirt roads and
Kingmen are well paved. Of course, people still walk around dressed like cowboys
too. I will interject on that point, Jonathan, and say that that
is something that is very common throughout the small town west, even going up
to where I used to live in Montana, and I always found it amusing
that at least where I lived, the folks most likely to go in for
that western look tended to be the people who were from back east. All
right. Back to Jonathan's email, Jonathan continues on and he writes, Johnny
would have had the time of his life here fishing all day, gambling and
drinking at night, and staying in a hotel room with a view of the
Colorado River. One thing that really is interesting is that the gold mines have
started up again. Really, there are plenty of good pay jobs for people
who want to work out in the mountains. Also up there are turquoise silver
and other oars. Hard luck Dennis would be good luck Dennis unless he spent
too much time in and out of the casinos down here in Laughlin. Thanks
again for your show. It is my daily indulgence, even more than coffee.
Well, thank you so much, Jonathan, and I appreciate getting those
sort of real life reports when old time radio programs are set in real places,
and it really is just a treat to hear a place where you grew
up, for where you've spent time or live Portrade in the golden age of
radio as how it was, or at least how it was imagined by radio
riders of the time. It only happened to me once with a Bob Reddick
Johnny Doller story that was set in a portion of Montana that I actually grew
up in until I was four, and with reference to places that I'd lived
at in the years since, And you know, I talked to my mom
about it, and it was it was just really fun to hear. And
the nast thing with Jonathan is that there are so many like mohave mysteries and
adventures ahead, and who knows we may hear from him on some of those
down the line. I really appreciated this email. Then we turned to YouTube
where Slake rots it's a good thing Johnny is in insurance. His medical bills
must be astronomical, and this was regarding the scene in Long Shot Matter where
he got beat up. Mostly Johnny is heard expensing his all the medical expenses,
so he doesn't pay them. Whether he's got a personal hospital policy,
we don't know. I will say that when Johnny does put his medical bills
on the expense account, the total seem kind of low, even adjusting for
inflation, because even though we talk about inflation is like this sort of broad
index, some expenses have gone up far more than others, and certainly for
various reasons that people have been debating for decades. Because of medical care has
gone up at a much higher rate of inflation than many other areas of the
economy. Dave says Johnny Dollar is definitely my favorite detective radio series. I
listen to everything, but the Johnny Dollar series is the best. And then
we have a couple of reviews on Apple podcast Uss Miller writes regarding our Johnny
Dollar feed love them all the episodes, especially the multi ones. And then
we have a review from Silly Nilly Why, who writes I gave it five
out of five because of everything, even the accents are amazing. Well,
thank you so much. I appreciate you taking the time to review us there
on Apple Podcasts. Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of
the day, and I want to go ahead and thank Trevor. Trevor has
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I just had a peek at a payoff Anna Crenco. Yeah, for
services rendered. It's got something to do with Sergeant Polson, that's for sure.
I heard Rudy tell Anna he was going to a place called Bernagi.
Bernagi, Well, that's a town just over the border in Hungary. It's
only a few miles from the mine. He said something about a big demonstration.
Sure, sure it figures. The big build up, beating of the
drums, torchlight parade, the works, all very anti United States of course,
Buck Major. I'd like to take in that little sarri across the border.
Can you arrange it? Sure? I can put you in contact with
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Adam Graham signing off.