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this week's Yours Truly Johnny Dollar Cereal. Now, as usual, I will
be doing episodes one and two today, and if you want to listen to
the complete serial together, then pause the podcast now and then on Friday,
we'll be posting episodes three, four and five. But here now from August
thirteenth and fourteenth, nineteen fifty six, or episodes one and two of the
Crystal Like Manner from Hollywood. It's time now for Johnny Dillar Tom Wilkins of
Amalgamated Life. Johnny, Oh, hi, Tom, what's up at the
moment? Fifty thousand bucks worth of life insurance? Oh yeah, we got
a policy for that. I'm out in the life of one Edward Russell.
Russell never heard of him. It's just the trouble, Johnny. Right now,
nobody else has either. Three days ago, his wife Leona over in
Denver found a missing person's report see the beneficiary, right, So what do
you want from me? Find out what happened to him? Well, how
do you know anything did? Maybe he just walked down on his wife.
Now, for what I can gather, Russell was a hothead, could be
he had one argument too many. That still could be just a guy getting
away for a while. And why would he abandon his car and his storage
garage in Colorado Springs? Oh yeah, it turned up this morning with part
of his luggage in it. Interested I'm on my way tonight and every weekday
night. Bob Bailey in the Transcribed Adventures of the Man with the action Pact
expensercout America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator horse Truly Johnny Dollar. Expense account submitted by
special Investigator Johnny Dollar to Amalgamated Life Associates Home Office, Hartford, Connecticut.
Following is an accounting of expenses incurred during my investigation of the Crystal Lake matter
expenser count adem one one hundred and twenty dollars and fifty cents, plain fair
and incidentals to Denver. Tom Wilkins hadn't given me much to go on,
so I figured the logical place to start was with the missing man's wife,
Leona Russell. Their house was in a moderately prosperous suburb of Denver, a
white ranch house with a shake roof. Everything looked neat and well kept,
but somehow a forlorn feeling came through to me about the place. Then the
door opened right away. I was sure something pretty bad had happened to Edward
Russell. You don't just walk out on a wife who looked like that,
Yes, missus, Leona Russell. Yes, I'm Johnny Dollar, insurance investigator.
Oh yes, mister Dollar. Mister Wilkins sent a telegram about you.
Won't you come in? Thanks? Hm, cooler in here. I try
to keep the house shut up during the day. It helps. Please sit
down, Oh, thank you. I've already told the police what little there
was to tell when I file the missing person's report. Oh sure, this
is just a routine investigation. Missus Russell. You probably don't feel too much
like talking about it, but if you wouldn't mind going over what information there
is? Again, Well, it was just a week ago that Ed mister
Russell left. You were here when he left. Yes, he told me
he was driving up the Boulder on business, that he'd only be gone overnight.
What sort of business he's in? Real estate Boulder? Huh? But
his car was found in Colorado Springs. I know. I can't explain that.
When he didn't come home on time, I got worried. I'd call
the hotel and Boulder he never checked in there? Yes, I see.
Did he know anyone in Colorado Springs? Just business contacts? As far as
I know, he might have decided to go there instead of Boulder, but
he would have called me, but he didn't. No, I haven't heard
a thing from him since he drove away from here a week ago. Missus
Russell. Do you happen to know if your husband had any well enemies?
No, it was pretty impulsive, you might even say hot headed. But
I just can't believe that anyone would hate him enough to do anything to him.
Well, we don't know that anyone has. I know, funny things
that runs through your mind at a time like this, what sort of things.
It sounds funny, but I've almost been wishing it was in an accident
or something like that, in a hospital where he might not have a chance
to call me, but at least was safe in the line. You've checked
the hospitals, all of them. I did that before I filed the missing
person's report. Tell me, had your husband been unusually depressed before he left?
If you're suggesting that Ed did away with himself, that's just not possible,
mister Dollar. That's one thing he'd never do. He just wasn't built
that way. Everything was fine between you two. Yes, of course we
had disagreements arguments in the six years we've been married. Who hasn't, But
nothing serious. I guess I'm not being very helpful to mister Dollar. Well,
I'm sure that's not your fault. You've no idea at all. Where
he could be then or what could have happened? No, none at all
except except what Well. I don't know if it means anything or not,
but I found this under some of Bill's papers on his desk just this morning.
Travel for Dr Crystal Lake. Where is that? It's a resort up
in the mountains. As I say, I don't know whether it means anything
or not. Has he ever been there before? Not that I know.
I'll mention it to you. No, I don't. I'm sure he hasn't.
Well, I'll check it out, thanks, missus Russell. Oh,
just one more thing. Yes, you're the beneficiary of his life insurance policy.
Yes, I know what you're thinking, mister dollar. I'm not thinking
anything. I'm just asking questions. It's my job, I know. But
let me ask you a question, mister dollar. Do you think fifty thousand
dollars or any amount of money could possibly make up for for read one thing
about my job? You have to ask such nice questions sometimes. After Leona
Russell's answer, that didn't seem to be much left to say, so I
told her I'd let her know if I found out anything, and I left.
I looked at the travel folder again, Crystal Lake. Pretty slim lead,
but when you have nothing to go on, anything at all looks promising.
Expense account item two forty five twenty cents. I rented a car and
drove to Crystal Lake. It was a beautiful spot, seven thousand feet high,
clean thin air, fragrant pines, and the clearest water this side of
the Jackson Hole country. I parked a moment and looked out over the lake.
Great place to drop a hook, But I had a strong hunch that
the fishing I'd be doing was of a little different variety. One thing was
obvious. There was a lot of money up here. Most of the cabins
would be insulled to be called cabins, and had their own boat landings.
The village was nestled at one end of the lake, a colorful collection of
Swiss shellets. I had it for the office of the local law deputy sheriff
named Ansel Garrett, tall, thin, rawbone lad in his early thirties,
who looked like he'd spent all but the first few hours of his life in
the open, clear keen eyes that showed he had his wits about him.
Have a seat dollar, thanks, eh Edward Russell you said, Yeah,
Yeah, that's right. Disappeared about a week ago, left home in Denver,
hasn't been heard from since, so he could have come here. His
wife found a travel folder about Crystal Lake in his papers. It's supposed to
prove something. No, it doesn't prove anything ants, but it's my only
lead. Yeah, take a look at this picture. You recognize him?
Yeah, looks sort of familiar. You've seen him up here at Crystal Lake?
Yeah, I think so, four or five days ago. Oh,
what do you know, looks like my luck's changing. I hit the jack,
one of my first nickel. Well, it depends on what jack.
But you're talking about Jenny. What do you mean? Well, for one
thing, I could be wrong about the identification. I guess you have wrong
about many of them in your time. I suppose he was the guy,
So what why are you looking for him? Anyway? May need to find
out if he's still alive. What makes you think he's not? Nothing definite,
but a hunch that's getting stronger by the menu. Oh, insurance investigators
are operating on hunches these days. Huh Once in a while, just like
deputy sheriffs stands all right, So hunches sometimes do pan out. But you
could be way out in the pasture, Johnny. Maybe the guy just had
an argument with his wife and he walked down. Oh sure, yeah,
I thought of that, But then I saw his wife. Nobody in his
right mind would walk out on her like that like that. Look, ants,
Can you give me any dope on this guy? No, not much.
He came to see me about five days ago. Why you mainly to
ask me a silly question. Silly. Yeah. He asked me if there
was a guy named Bill around Crystal Lake somewhere. Huh, I take it
there's more than one fistful of Johnny, Bill Cullen, Hutan's bar at the
hotel, Bill Jensen, who runs the boat house, Bill Pickens, who
clerks at the hardware. Okay, I got the idea, I take it.
Russell didn't know which Billy wanted. Huh. Well, at least I
know he was here at Crystal Lake. Now you you haven't seen him since?
Yeah, just once. That same night he was in the bar at
the hotel talking to Betty Norton, who she heirs to the Norton estate mining.
She's got a big place on the other side of the lake in your
lookout point know anything about him, for all I want to Oh, she
travels at a pretty good clip. I see, Well, thanks for the
information, as you know. What are you gonna do now? Try to
find Edward Russell alive or otherwise? Is that the hunch of yours still operating?
It hasn't gotten any weaker. Oh, just one thing, Johnny,
this is a pretty high grade resort here. Things are nice and peaceful.
I like to keep it that way. Sure, So don't go off half
cocked, huh. For instance? For instance, don't start accusing anybody of
murder unless or until you find a body. And if I do find a
body, oh, then looks like we'll have to start doing a little accusing.
I left Ansel Garrett's office and walked around the village. All I knew
so far was that Edward Russell, or somebody who looked like him, had
been in Crystal Lake several days ago inquiring about a man named Bill, and
then he'd been at the bar with a dough heavy girl named Betty Norton.
There were a flock of Bills in town, but there was only one Betty
Norton, so I decided to start with her. I drove around the lake
to her home, an elaborate lodge type place that sprawled along the shore.
Betty was down on her boat dock in a bathing suit, and she was
a pretty elaborate looking job herself. I was just going for a swim.
Come on join me. I'm sorry, miss Norton, I'm not eclipped at
the moment. Oh, there's some trunks in the dressing room. Yeah.
Well, look, I'd like to talk to you about something, but I
don't feel like talking right now. I feel like swimming. But this is
important. It's about it. Oh is swimming. If you want to talk
to me, you've got to go swimming first. Okay, we'll play it
your way. That's the only way I ever played mister dollar. So he
went swimming and I swam hargh. But mainly they came from freezing to death.
The water should have been accused by the feel of it, but Betty
seemed to think it was normal. After a while, we climbed back onto
the land. Wonderful, here's a towel. Ooh, it's great, sure,
only about twenty degrees too cold makes the sun feel better. Hot and
cold, Johnny contrast, that's what puts the charge in line. I wouldn't
know. Hey, look, do you mind now if I ask you a
couple of questions? Go ahead? You know a man named Edward Russell?
I don't think so. I think you do. You had a drink with
him at the hotel several nights ago, So this I do once in a
while? Am I supposed to remember all of them? This one might have
mentioned he was looking for a guy named Bill. Oh, I remember now?
He thought the bartender might be the one he was looking for, Bill
Collins. So what happened? How should I know? I left? You
haven't seen Russell since? Nope, haven't missed him. Oh great, And
for this kind of information, I practically freeze to death. And the ice
trough you laughingly call a lake. Maybe your trip wasn't a waste of time
after all, Johnny, Oh we met? Well, what do you do
with your spare time? Well? A, I don't expect to have much
And B isn't that sort of a leading question? I'm pretty good at leading.
You must have trouble finding guys to dance with? Huh? Why didn't
you say at some time? Huh? I laughed on that, feeling like
a fly who spotted the web at the last moments, and right now I
was feeling just about as useless as a fly too. I wasn't getting even
close to locating Edward Russell. Went back to my room in the Foremans.
Right now, Johnny Dollar, Man Scarrett, Johnny Sheriff's office, you can
quit looking for Edward Russell. We found him. Well, that's good news,
is it? He's dead? What? Yeah, been dead three days?
Where'd you find him? In a cabin on the other side of the
lake. Your hunch was good and expensive? What do you mean it'll cost
the company? I represent a cool fifty dollars expense account submitted by special investigator
Johnny Dollar to Amalgamated Life Associates home office, Hartford, Connecticut, assignment the
Crystal Lake matter. The expense account continued it, I'm three two dollars and
fifty five cents telegram to Tom Wilkins of Amalgamated Life Associates notifying him of Edward
Russell's murder. I was reasonably sure the telegram wouldn't make Tom sleep any easier.
I had it for the office of Ansel Garrett, Deputy Sheriff in charge
of the Crystal Lake substation. Sit down, good Johnny, No, not
good, not good at all. Who found the body? Answer full On
named Bixby's waiting next door, So you'd want to talk to him? Thanks,
I do. First, though, I'd like you to run over what
you know about this deal again for me. I want to know just where
we stand in it. People at this resort pay a lot of money for
peace and quiet. I don't want to disturb it anymore than I can help.
Good luck meaning meaning, if you know where you stand in this deal,
you're a lot better off than I am. And I've got a strong
hunch a lot of peace and quiet's going to get disturbed before it's wound up.
I don't like your hunches, Johnny. You got a way of proving
out, like the one about Russell being dead. I suppose you give me
the rundown, Okay, okay, and I can make it short because there's
not much to tell. The company I represent holds a fifty thousand dollars policy
on Russell. About a week ago he disappeared, his wife filed a missing
person's report, Yeah Leona Russell over in Denver. She said her husband had
told her he was going on an overnight business trip to Boulder. He never
came back. His car was found in a garage Colorado Springs. His wife
couldn't account for it. No, she said she was completely in the dark.
I take it she's his beneficiary. Oh yeah, sure, I thought
of that too. I asked her about it. What kind of an answer
did you get? Tears mostly had a pretty withering look. Either she's completely
clean or she's one of the best actresses I've ever seen. The rest of
the story. You told me how Russell came into your offices several days ago
looking for a guy named Bill, last name and description unknown. Like I
said, there's a flock of Bills in this neck of the woods. Yeah,
no, the bartender, the man who runs the boat house, or
clerk in a hardware store, a few assorted others. I told you I
saw Russell having a drink with Betty Norton the same night he came to see
me. You check her out? Yeah yeah, I had to go swimming
with her and that sub zero lake before she'd answer any questions. Though.
Then when I got from her was nothing. She said she'd met Russell at
the hotel, had a drink with him, then left. That's all you've
got huh, that's it. That's precious. A little to go on.
I'll let you talk to mister Bakesby. Oh, mister kes Me, would
you step in here please? This is Johnny Dollar insurance investigator. Mister Clarence
Bixby. Hi, how are you not too good? At the moment?
You got troubles? Whereas my cabin the body was in. Oh the pad
luck had been changed Johnny. Here it is no fingerprints other than Bixby's.
I monkeyed with it for a while until I realized my key wouldn't fit,
and I pried it upen with a big screwdriver. Mister Bixby, would you
mind showing me your cabin and just what happened? I guess that doesn't matter
much now anywhere? What do you mean? I was going to show the
cabin to a guy when we found the body. He wanted to buy the
place. But who'd want to buy it now? Bex Me and I drove
halfway around the lake. This cabin was a couple of hundred feet from the
edge and had a good view of the water. A nice spot here,
mix me, it was you used the cabin much. I've been able to
regularly for the last couple of years, I got to figure and when I
keep on paying for taxes and up keep on it? So I decided to
sell it. Did you advertise it in the papers? I did? First
crack out of the box. I got a hot prospect. He's the one
you brought up here to show the cabin too. That's right, his name's
Putnam Puttnham. I'd like to talk to him and me staying at the hotel,
probably looking for another cabin to buy. Let's see, this is where
the padlock was. Huh. That was the first thing I noticed that the
padlock had been changed. One I had on there was better webber? Did
it probably pride the first one off? Yeah? Right, here's where I
pried off the lock this morning. Then what and I opened the door?
My body was on the floor right over here. Bullet hole in the fort.
See Puttnam turned green and I not a very pretty sight of finding your
own cabin. No, well, let's go sit outside the dead man Edward
Russell. Did you happen to know him? Bixby? No, I never
set eyes on him before. Why did they have to pick my cabinet?
That's a good question. Hey, that cavin about one hundred yards away.
Who lives there or that one owned by the Butler family. They spend their
summers up here, or maybe they saw or heard something. The deputy sheriff
questioned them. They arrived here three days ago. He figured that was the
morning after the killing. Had a cigar. No. I don't think what
does it add up to, Darling, But at the moment, mister Bixby
not much. I sat there and watched Bixby tie his cellophane cigar wrapper into
a neat, little knot, and I realized that was exactly my situation at
the moments. The whole deal was a knot, and I didn't know how
to run times back to the hotel. I had him for an expense account
of dollar seventy five. Telephone call to the dead man's wife, Leonner Russell,
over in Denver. It was very considerate of you to telephone, mister
Dollar. The authorities notified me of what happened. They want me to come
up there and confirm the identification. I see you don't think it could be
somebody else. I'm sorry, missus Russell. I'm afraid not. I guess
i'd really given up hoping all the time I was trying to tell my Sylvia
was alive. Yes, yes, look, missus Russell, have you ever
heard of a man named Clarence Bixby? Bixby? No, your husband was
found in Bixby's Kevin. Did you ever hear him mention the name? No?
Okay, thanks anyway, I'll keep in touch. I hung up and
sat there. I'm thinking her over. She stood to benefit to the tune
of fifty thousand dollars by her husband's death. She seemed on the up and
up and expense of cont item five. Another call to Denver, to the
police department. I wanted them to check on her, but I found out
that they and Ansel Garrett working together, were a couple of jumps ahead of
me. It'd already checked on the owner and established the fact that at the
time of her husband's murder here at Crystal Lake, she'd been in Denver.
I decided to look up Putnam, the man who'd wanted to buy Russell's cabin.
I found him in the bar at the hotel. Yes, I tell
you, it was quite a shock, mister Dollar. When Bixby opened his
cabin door, a body sprawled down in front of a sit Yes, quite
a shock. Yeah, how come you decided to buy Bixby's cavin, mister
Putter, Well, my wife and i'd been on the lookout for a cabin
for some time. When I saw Bixby's ad in the paper, it sounded
like just the sort of place I was looking for. I see, so
I answered the ad, made the arrangements with Bixby to come up here and
have him show me the place. Mm hm, you still interested in buying
a cabin up here? Possibly? I've always wanted a place where I can
come for rest now and then, But after what's happened, I don't think
i'd beato happy in Bixby's place, mister Putnam. The dead man's name was
Edward Russell? Did did you have it on? Of course? Not?
Why ever heard of him before? Do you hear them at the Dollar?
What is your reason for asking questions like that? Surely you don't think I'm
involved in this routine, mister Penner, Well, I don't care for the
routines. Dollar Look, I skip it, see you later. But what
pulled me into actually was a glimpse. I caught it the bartender. I
started remembering a few things. Number One, Edward Russell had been looking for
a guy named Bill number two. The bartender was one of several guys by
that name here at Crystal Lake number three. Something I saw on the bartender's
face made me think he could be the Bill that Russell been looking for.
I left Putnam's table and stood under a stew with the bar. Hi,
Hi, we'll it be? Is? Is that w Harvey there? Yeah?
And got it up sort of quiet the sevening. Yeah. Yeah,
I've done a little slack this season so far. I made a little pick
up later on the summer here are Thanks. Must have been quite a fight.
Come again. You're wearing what looks like the tail end of a black
guy. Oh no, I've been down to pick up a bottle of mixia
today and I bumped my face on the corner of the bar. You're sure
that's the way it happened. Where you getting that path? Better take a
look at my car now, insurance investigator. Yeah, a guy named Edward
Russell was in here a few nights ago with Betty Norton. He was looking
for someone named Bill. By some strange coincidence, your name is Bill,
and by an even stranger coincidence, you've got a black eye okay, So
Russell did give me the black guy. I traded him a split lip for
it. What happened? I still haven't figured it out. He'd been in
here drinking. He started talking to miss Noyton. She called me by my
first name, and suddenly, if Russell heats up, he comes up to
me, stitches ask give me a bunch of questions. What kind of questions?
Oh? Mainly had I ever lived in Denver? I told him no,
but he didn't seem to believe me, got pretty insultant, and we
ended up outside. He pasted me first, and I let him have one,
and I spotted the hotel manager and broke it off. They laughed right
after that. Why they cover up about hitting your face on the bar?
You kidding? Look, how long do you think a bartender would last in
a hotel like this if the management knew he got in a fight with a
customer, particularly if the customer winds up dead. Huh? I heard about
the killing this afternoon. Tough, But I must say that guy was asking
for trouble. I don't know what was eating him, but something sure was.
You didn't see him after that night. No check on me if you
want. I don't worry. I well, hey, wait a minute,
what's the matter. You said something a minute ago that just rang a bell.
You said they left together after the fight? Who's they? Russell and
list Nighton? You sure about that? You sure she was with him when
he left? Sure, I'm sure you don't miss any tricks about a guy
like that. Hey, look, if she told you different, die.
I don't want to get nobody in trouble. That's where you and I differ.
Bill. There's one person I want to get in trouble, real bad.
Oh, the person who killed Russell, And right now, Betty Norton
looked like an interesting possibility. I went outside and started walking along the lake
shore on the moonlight, thinking about it. She told me she left alone
after one drink with Russell, but according to the bartender, she'd lied,
she and Russell had left together. The motives stumped me, though, as
far as I could figure, Leona Russell was the only one who could profit
by her husband's death, yet she didn't kill him. But Betty Norton,
the girl who always had to play everything her way. I decided to have
another talk with her and turned to go back to the hotel, and I
stopped out of the corner of my eye. Had seen a movement near a
tree on the slope above me, a shadow where there shouldn't have been a
shadow. I scrambled up the slope. There was nobody inside, so somebody
was keeping an eye on, somebody who knew this area pretty well. A
nasty thought started picking away at me to wit and getting closer to Russell's killer.
I might be getting closer to something else too, a bullet. Now
here's our star to tell you about tomorrow's intriguing episode of this week's story.
Tomorrow a girl who lied and a padlock that didn't join us? Won't you
yours truly, Johnny Dollar? Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar starrying Bob Bailey is
transcribed in Hollywood, written by Robert Rife. It is produced and directed by
Jack Johnstone. Be sure to join us tomorrow night at same time in station
for the next exciting episode of Yours Truly Johnny Dollar. Roy Roman speaking,
welcome back. This is another story where I don't honestly remember the solution from
last time, so I'm taking down potential clues. I'm not going to say
too much about them because I don't want to have my subconscious memory of the
previous episode lead to me spoilering the conclusion. I will also say that I'm
aware at Crystal Lake was the name of a location in the Friday the Thirteenth
films, but as I've never seen those, just make up your own joke
er line about that, because that's a bit beyond me. I did appreciate
the way that they made the Part one cliffhanger the Part two opening. Now,
I've not always enjoyed that in the past, but I didn't mind this
time because they actually did a good job making them match up and making it
so. It wasn't like the sheriff's deputy hold back a second time or something
like that. It flowed rather naturally. One thing I found fascinating about this
episode is the more things change, the more they remain the same. If
a guy like Edward Russell were to disappear today and couldn't be tracked by our
modern methods such as a cell phone or credit card, and the only clue
was a travel folder for a resort town, the detective would drive up just
like Johnny. He might have had his initial talk with the Sheriff's office over
the phone and emailed a picture. But even if the deputy hadn't seen Russell,
that would not have been the final word. Johnny would have had to
come down in person to ask a lot of people. You know, while
technology may cut down on the need for leg work, it certainly hasn't eliminated
it entirely. Well, now we turn to lessener comments in feedback, and
we start with an email from Miranda writes, Hi, Adam, first,
just want to say that I love the podcast. I grew up listening to
the old time radio shows on Serious XM with my family. My favorite was
always Dragnet, but I also love Johnny Dollar and Boston Blackie. Hint hint.
Now I drive a ton for work, so it's great having the podcast
to listen to. I look forward to my Dragnet day and my Johnny Dollar
days every week. Thank you for reviving these old detective shows. I also
wanted to comment on the nixt Scharn matter. I grew up and live in
the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, which is where I chose to think Branberry is
mostly because of the references to the logging camps and the snow, and because
we tend to get overlooked in entertainment. The writing of that serial was phenomenal
and the setting was on point. I was driving through some snow early in
the morning while listening to the part where john he meets Benny Stark in the
blizzard, and when Benny came up out of the darkness to confront Johnny,
I jumped. I liked the part where Michael Dare asked Johnny why Benny would
go into town since staying in the woods would be safer, because I was
wondering the same thing. There's also a moment where they reference Chippewaw Canyon,
kind of a throwaway line. But although I've never heard of a canyon by
that name, there are Chippewa Counties and Chippewa River up here in the Upper
Peninsula, so I'm wondering if that's where they got it. All that is
to say that I guess things haven't changed much here in rural Michigan since the
fifties, especially the opinions and personalities of US locals, and that the writers
of the show did a great job making the shows accurate and the characters believable.
Merry Christmas, and thanks again for bringing us the Detectives of Old Time
Radio. Well, thank you so much. Miranda really appreciated your email,
and it's the type of email that can really only come from someone who happened
to live in that area, and it's a fascinating insight. And really,
when it comes to these sort of small town portrayals, there are essentially two
different sorts of fictional small towns. The first is almost completely fictitious. It's
imagined based on media portrayals, based on the author's prejudices and preconceived notions,
rather than an actual place. I mean, there are writers whose portrayal of
what a small town is wouldn't change a whole lot whether the location was supposed
to be up in Vermont or over in eastern monte Hanna. Even those those
are very different fields of towns. And then there are those that fight to
capture and tie into real places, capture that sort of authentic culture and authentic
field. And if the writer is good at crafting a story, you're not
going to know the difference unless you're from that specific region. So getting an
email from someone who comes from that Upper Peninsula region in Michigan is just incredibly
helpful. I wish I could find some insight as to how for what might
have inspired crutch Field. I looked into it and he was from Kansas,
with no specific ties to Michigan and certainly not to that region that I could
find. Was it a place he vacation once? Was it someone he knew
from that region of Michigan. I'm not certain, but to learn that it's
got that actual authenticity took place, it really does add a little bit more
to what is a really solid ceial. So thanks so much for that,
Miranda. Now as to your hint, we did actually go through the entirety
of the Boston Blackie series in season seven through eleven, and you can find
those episodes over at our archive at big Less dot Great Detectives dot net.
And then we have a couple of positive comments over on Spotify. A listener
their rights what a treat, thanks for your commentary and also another rights,
great story. Merry Christmas everyone, And then we had a couple of comments
regarding the sea Legs matter and the first listener comments regarding episode one and two
great breakout character and Oscar, and then another comments parlely Bear does a good
job playing Oscar. It's a good example of how versatile he was as a
voice actor, and I would agree it's probably one of the best of the
one off Johnny Dollar characters that we hear during the Bailey era. And then
finally we have this comment from Michael, who writes one to thank you for
introducing me to several old time radio detectives I'd never listened to before, Richard
Diamond, Johnny Dollar, just to name two of my favorites. I'm new
to the old radio detectives, though I've been listening to some of the old
Western shows a while. I really appreciate your work in putting these out.
I've made myself a note to donate here pretty soon when I get over the
hit from the holidays. Well, thank you so much. Appreciate your comment.
Michael and I I think we are all or well, not all,
but a lot of us are dealing with that same hit right now. So
thanks so much for listening, and I hope we continue to introduce you to
other programs that you're going to enjoy. Well, now it's time to thank
our Patreon supporter of the day, and I want to go ahead and thank
Doug. Doug has been one of our Patreon supporters since June of twenty fifteen
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We'll be back next Friday with the conclusion of this week's Yours truly,
Johnny Dollar Cereal. But join us back here tomorrow for dangerous assignment. Where
at dunking I got in the lily pond gave me an idea, Jim.
According to Jarvis's letter, Chan and mister Bigg had never met before. So
I become Colonel Chan and go on to meet the big shot. What why
not? Well, Chan was on his way to meet the big shot,
only we don't know where exactly. What was Chan's position when he crashed.
According to the Navy reported appoint some thirty miles off San Cristobal Island. He
was headed south, probably for the New Hebrides group. Okay, so I
take a dunking in the Coral Sea just off the islands. Ship headed in
that direction takes me in. Go on, if the news gets around the
grapevine that the notorious Colonel Chan had crashed and was picked up and was now
stranded on one of the islands, sure, I get it. If you
can't go to mister Big, he'll come to you. I hope you'll be
with us then. In the meantime, do send your comments to Box thirteen
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Boise, Idaho. This is your host, Adam Graham signing off.