From Hollywood. It's time now for Edmund O'Brien as Johnny Doalla Harry Poulton,
Ship is Indemnity, Johnny Awison. Can you get to Buffalo six hours by
train? All right? I'll take a plane. Why so you can get
on this case where it's still hot? Get on what case, Harry?
Atlantic Central Railway. Some guys knocked over at one of their box casts last
night and hoisted half the load. They carry a blanket policy and all their
freights. So get going, Yes, sermons of Poland right away, and
watch your expense account Edmund O'Brien in another transcribed adventure of the Man with the
action packed expense account, America's Fabulous freelance insurance investigator, Yours truly, Johnny
Dalla. Expense account submitted by a special investigator Johnny Dolla to Harry Polden,
Ship is Indemnity, Hortford, Connecticut. The following is an account of expenditure
and curved during investigation of Atlantic Central Railways claim regarding missing freight or the story
of the ten O eight A Spencer con Item Transportation plane fair Hartford the Buffalo
forty eight dollars sixteen cents plus cab fair six dollars thirty five cents to the
main offices of the Atlantic Central Railway, where a tall, heavy set man
and a dusty blue surge pulled a cop cigar from the side of his mouth
and spun swiveled chair in my direction. I'm a grim's dollars and now let
me close this storm. Well you did take long getting him. I wasn't
very far away. I'm the cinder bull for this at and I'd be doing
what you're gonna do if was like the all days only ship is indemnity handles
the insurance and it's odd job. Now that's the service you pay for,
mister Graham. When they stuck me in this desk, iud but knock on
dead heads around for twenty years and seeing they got them thirty days on the
road gang, Now I'm just I guess they figure I'm too old. Well,
maybe you can give me a hand on this. Dona need some action.
You want to tell me about it, mister Grimm's you bent Atlantic Central
Hustle six gully jump visit after Rochester five hours after the ten on weight leads
here last night she jerks up at Botavia. So the clowns can water it
down. That's when the Johnagan notices one of her brownies is busted open and
half the jigg is gone, So right away he wang doodles a copper buster
up the line. Are you getting this? I think so? Translated,
you mean the brakeman at Potata found the box car had been broken into and
half the cargo stole him, and he phoned ahead to the telegrapher. That's
it, all sorts of stuff on the car. I don't know what all's
gone yet. It was him make up any kind right, you know?
I got the poodles over in the book Penn looking up the invoices to see
exactly what's missing. It'll take a while, good, that'll help. Who's
in charge of the loading here? Andy Madson been with us thirteen years.
He inspected it and see the down himself. I talked to him already,
but call him in if you're not well. I'm not going to see him
later. What about the brakeman and Batavia A gandhy dancers Skeeta Minkonski. Nah,
he couldn't have done it then. High Ball only lingered there long enough
to get water cannon load of brownie in three minutes take more like three hours.
What other stops did she make? One six minutes at the junction fifteen
miles outside of here, waiting for a hot shot passenger to get by,
And all in all the trains stopped ten minutes, of the most, not
long enough to unload a kittie cart. Engineer name of Roper Jamesy spotted the
game in a reds mess hanging around the yards yesterday afternoon, and the boys
at the round I say the same name, was in asking questions about trains
leaving, said she was in a newspaper. She give me Ruthe Smith.
I checked, no newspaper in town. Got any Ruth Smith working for him?
Well, she's our Tipston. Somebody out to look for him already,
got somebody out doing that good. Now along the route up to Rochester.
Between here and Batavia there there must be a highway running parallel to the track
somewhere, eh. And whoever cracked into that box car had to get aboard
at the junction, then tossed the stuff from the movie train and jump off
somewhere the side of Botavia. And I had to be a truck following along
on the road to pick up the stuff in the dock. Have you been
out there at mister Grimms Nah. Kind of thought I'd wait around and see
what sort of boatworkers the insurance companies that turned out these days. I like
you tell you're all right. You figured how it was done fast. Other
guys that are hemmed and hard around asking train crews questions. I already asked,
well, what's next? Find out who did it? I like that
too, Hey, have you got a car I can borrow? Mister Grimms,
I got a jeep and a shop for to go with him. Who's
the chauffeur man? You said you might want me to help you. I
bought the thing from Army surplus. I want to see if I got a
bargain expensive car. I had them four dollars thirty eight cents for gasoline,
which went into a jeep that Ef Grims and I used to follow the lonely
stretch of old road that ran parallel to the Atlantic Central Railroad tracks. Two
beyond the junction, we found heavy duty tiremox which could have been made by
a truck which could have left the road then driven over the flats as far
as the embankment to pick up freight, which could have been thrown from the
moving train. Following the right of way, we found several such tiremarks at
several points turning off the road, but no building nearby. Finally, at
one place we found an unpainted chanty that stood better and lonely against the sky.
It belonged to a man named Bogoddess, big truck. You're danged right,
I did, mister, your dang bootly dood to the right, walked
me up or did? Well? What did the truck look like? Eh?
Do you remember what the truck looked like? Yellow? Yellow? It
was all yellow, seen it plain even though it was night. You haven't
noticed the license number? You kidding? Say? All right, I forget
it. But you haven't to notice any lettering on the truck, Mister Bogotti,
don't read, never learn, never believed in it. No, well,
don't make no difference, So twas nothing rid on it anyhow. Oh,
the truck's usually got printing on them, dang making all that noise,
grunting and heaving and waking the man out to be sleep. They ain't had
nothing like that since the army maneuvered here in forty one. You're gonna stop
it, well, I hope so good. Do you happen to see who
was driving the truck? Nope? You know about what time it was here?
Nope? You happen to say anything to the melt Well, do you
know in which direction it went from him? Huh? It turned around and
headed back for Buffalo, which is exactly what we did. Back to Buffalo,
where we began to look, with the help of the police, for
a big yellow truck with no lettering on it. We tried garages, trucking
concerns, and any place big enough to hide such a truck. It wasn't
an easy job, but it turned up. Hello, Hello, a yellow
truck. All lot of town was stolen. Fright? What yeah? Meet
you over with the West End fire a Conway Patronia's find it good? Only
one thing, it's wrecked. The plastin orders had a flat tire. Ride
here. He got out of his car to fix a flat and saw here
went pupled down. Good sumble must be thirty feet anyhow, they're trying to
get the driver out of the cab now he may still alive. They're using
suddenlying torches. Ten minutes later, the ambulance crew dragged the driver out of
the twisted cab. The interns worked on him for a short time, and
one of them straightened up handed me a billfold. Who here you are.
His name is Blakey, Blakie ricks Blakey for the moment he won't live in
on the five minutes practice skull neck broken. You've got any questions? They
ask a better hurry. Thank you, Blakey. Blakey listened to me.
Listen, you haven't got along. You know this is all stolen cargo on
your truck. We want to know who worked with you. Jake. Get
Jake, Jake, Jake who Jake? Jake sluck me, put it in
gear and rolled me over the side of the road. Get him, mister
cup, get him for doing this to me. Ah. I stayed around
the wreck truck, watching eaf Grim's crew stacking the cargo, and then I
saw something that could have fallen out of Blakie's wallet when the interurn handed it
to me. It was a card. On one side was printed Horseshoe Barren
Grill, and there was an address underneath it. But on the other side
was written Jake eight o'clock Tuesday. He's always there. The horseshoe barren grill
was short on lights and even shorter on drinks. After a couple I signaled
the bartender, Yeah, nullo one, uh huh, sure, Dame,
trouble pal. I'm here to see Jake. They should drink even in here
to night. It'll be fifty cents. Jake hangs around here. Look the
minute you walk in, look at your feet, and I say to myself
flatty, gum boots, glim heel cop, not city hall type guy.
But something else. I say something different that still spells law. I was
asking about a guy named Jake. Something else. I say, maybe private
people. Then I say, if he's working, he's got hisself a bib,
and a bib means it don't come out of his pocket when he's around
looking for somebody and asking for guys. Well, let's helped. Oh thanks,
Old Dave took a great picture. What was your asking about a guy
named Jake? Sit tight, Sammis, I'll tip you when he comes in.
An hour went by, and about the time I was wondering if I
was going to be able to write that five bucks off on the expense account,
the bartenders slipped out from behind the bar and went through a door on
the back, mock private. I finished my Lincoln's strolled after it. He
was just hanging up the phone as I walked in. Oh, there's a
lot of customers waiting to be served out front. Yeah, I want to
get right back to Wait a minute, haven't we got some unfinished business?
Well? Yes, no, I come back here to slip myself a quick
smoke, and the phone is ringing. You'll never gets who it is?
Jake? What's his last name? I know across the bar a guy's just
Jake or Sam Aurail? Anyhow, Jake, see ain't coming by tonight?
He called you up to ten of that? No, no, you see,
Jake says he lost his glasses when he was here last night. He
was called to an him, did you no? But Jake says that if
I do find him, I can send him over to the Embassy Hotel.
That's where he is, Room two ted Embassy Hotel. Where's that from here?
Two blocks north? Thanks? Sure, he's here anytime, anytime you
got an expensive cap. I walked over to the Embassy Hotel, and naturally
enough, there was no one in room two ten named Jake. As a
matter of fact, there was no room to ten But when I stepped outside
and started back for the horseshoe bar and grill, a pair of white shoulders
and a coat collar fell and stepped beside me. He shoved something against my
back. That's showing me kind of turn in here. I blasted you right
here, and you know it. In the alley. I want you should
meet a friend of mine, Jake. How'd you guess? Okay? Hold
it? Here are yes? Jake? A tall, thick figure with an
odor of fine cologne around it stepped from the shadows. His hat was down
and his collar was up. He stood very close in front of me and
asked, why do you want me? Who are you? I'll ask you
first. I all right, frisking trench, see who he is. Everything
became very quiet. Then next for one voice that belonged to our man who
died earlier that day. I kept hearing it. Get him, get him
for doing this to me. In just a moment, we'll return to the
second act of Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. But first, this Wednesday night
and every Wednesday night over most of these same CBS stations were invited to hear
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star Edmond O'Brien, we returned to the second act of Yours Truly, Johnny
Dollar. I was lying in a the alley with my face up against the
cold brick wall, and something warm was dripping down the back of my neck.
I didn't move, I couldn't. There was a steady ringing in my
head, and my body seemed far away. I struggled to my feet and
headed for the man who had led me into this. What do you want?
Hey? What's this all about me? Look? I've been beaten and
slugged and frisked all because I talked to the wrong guy. I looked for
you in the bar, but they told me you went home. I'll spit
it out. Split water does that remind you of anything. You tipped Jaco
off that I was looking for him. Why let go with me. I
can't talk like this. If you can breathe, you can talk. Come
on. Look, Jake's a steady customer of mine. I gotta treat him
right. I've never seen you before in my life. What's Jake's full name?
What does he do? And why can I find him? I don't
know. You don't know why anything about him except that he's a big,
blackhaired guy who dresses like a book flash. He just comes in with some
guys and drinks. The name is Jack Samuels. He has a sidekick named
Trench. I don't even know his last name. What does Jake do?
I don't know. You don't say nothing personal to me. What do you
think he does? If he plays the horses books? How do I know?
And you don't know where he lives, mister? If he owed me
one hundred dollars bar bill, I couldn't find his house. It was late
and my head hurt, and I wanted to lie down somewhere, so I
made for the Imperial Hotel. If Grimes had recommended. I took a shower
and polished off the drinks they sent up, and I felt well enough to
call Grims again. But before I lifted the phone, he walked into my
room with some interesting information. Sorry, you got to be up, Jenny.
It's all right. I'm covered with accident insurance. You know. I
wish I could help you with his Jake Samuel's fellow, but I've never heard
of them. Thanks anyway, but I'll I'll run him down sooner or later.
I don't have something of mine out, Johnny. Yeah, we checked
all that cargo that was found in the right truck, and I don't know
exactly what it means, but everything was there except one barrel. What was
that? A barrel? And listen to others of all things, a barrel
of jeweler's rules, the stuff they use for gem policy. That's when an
intelligent friend of mine told me it was ensured that when I got right here,
Sue one hundred and forty seven dollars. Now, why would anybody want
that? Well? Who sent it? A jeweler by the name of Ralph
Morton Jewelry Company, thirteen twelve Shnnon Joes Street, sent to Michael Adelson ad
E ls O N. One seven seven Carling Terrace, Boston, MASSI Aidelson
or Addlson, Lom Johnny not sure something rings a bell? Thanks a lot,
great, I'll have a talk with that jeweler, Ralph Morton in the
morning. In the morning, I rented a small car and started for the
Morton Jewelry Company on Shenandoah Street. I found it in the middle of the
block, a small, hungry looking neighborhood jewelry store. But the most interesting
thing about it was standing in a doorway across the street from it a middle
aged man. He was a plant that ever I saw. I ignored him
and entered the store. There was a small man with thinning brown hair bent
over the inside of a watch, and a snappy looking blonde job dusting counters.
About four paces away. I spoke to the watchmaker. He took out
his eyelands and looked up. Yes, two days ago you shipped some jewelers
rouge to Michael Adolson and Boston. Yes, I did. What about it?
And it was hijack out of the freight car yesterday? Clumsy This morning
you say stolen? Somebody wanted it pretty bad. They passed up a lot
of other stuff more valuable. Who are you Johnny Dollar Insurance Investigative with the
ship is in them that day company? Oh it was ensured, of course,
Well you should know for two hundred and forty seven dollars. I'm sorry
it was stolen. I presume your company will have to pay for it.
We don't mind paying if we know what we're paying for. What do you
mean by that? Why would anybody gonna steal Rouge? I'm sure I don't
know. Well, intead, I went to a lot of expense and trouble,
and they murdered a man for good measure? Andrea, why must you
always be knocking things down my hands? Well, be more careful. You
say they killed a man, mister Dollar. Surely they did not do this
over my little shipment of jewelers whose it sounds stupid, I know, but
it was done. Why did you send Rouge all the way to Boston and
Michaelatosson when you could buy the same stuff there? Oh no, you're wrong.
This is a private formula I developed myself. I sell her to a
number of widely scattered people if they seem to prefer my mixture. Who is
Michael Stilson? It is sign of expensive jewelry. His reputation in the field's
first class. Well, mister Morton, and so that's all for the lay,
but I'll be back. All the time I was in there at the
blonde, Miss Phillips kept her blue eyes and her pink ears focused on me.
My common sense spoke to my vanity and told her to play dead.
She was interested in more than my profile. Outside, I spotted the plant
across the street. I thought he was growing in the doorway until I approached
him. He ducked clumsily and walked away with such obvious nonchalance that I was
tempted to follow him, and I did, to a corner drug store with
a good view of the Morton Jewelry Company. We shared adjoining stools while he
cut into a butterscotch Sunday. Hey, yeh, a little more butterscotch on
this plie. It got twenty cents special. What do you want for twenty
cents butterscotch? H? Okay, okay, I don't pay for it anyway.
What's the job? Was it? H? Of course you are beat
it. Yeah, we're both in the same racket. Oh insurance. Are
you working on the Arcadia job too? No? What's the Arcadier? Job.
What are you working on a railroad hijack? What's the Arcadier job?
Oh? Ben Sanchez is my name? Honey? You do though? How
you do? Yeah? I'm working independent. I don't take divorce cases.
See. In two months, I haven't had a decent job, but I
got myself a little old idea. You see, three months ago a wholesale
jewelry house was pride open, see, and two hundred and fifty thousand worth
of uncut stuff disappeared. And so far none of it has showed up anywhere.
And somebody will pay a lot of money if it's found, especially enough
that called the eerie mutual fidelity. What's Morton's edge on it? Well,
I could be wrong. I seen that guy operate for a number of years.
Thanks thanks the little jewelry store stuck off in a forgotten part of the
city. You know, buys watches for ten bucks and sells them for twelve.
Lots of guys do that, yeah, yeah, but they don't own
a little old lady. Five thousand dollar house to long Acre section, two
new cars in the garage. And you think Morton has the Arcadia Jewels.
So I think he's been a fence for a long time, and there's been
nothing good defense since the arcadier job. He has a record, he has
say what they steal of his from a railroad car? Just some jewelers ruse
and so ohe Maybe I'm wasting my time, and I hope you pardon me.
The blond came out of the jewelry store with a coat and hat on
and climbed in an automobile parked down the street. I made for my U
drive at model and followed her at eight cents a mile. I was out
about a buck twenty five before she shut off a key and coasted into a
curb. I went past her around the block, parked the car, and
sauntered back to the house she had entered. It was just a house,
nothing special, or two more bricks, maybe flagstones instead of cement for a
walk, But that was all. I stood looking straight at the house when
it turned out I should have been looking straight behind me. Why don't you
kind of put your hands behind your neck that ship You won't need this sheeting?
Seems to me I've heard that voice before and it was just as unpleasant.
Why don't you kind of walk into the house. I would have been
amused to know that I kind of wanted. Sorry, he would have been
amused to know that I kind of wanted to get into that house as much
as he kind of wanted me to. We went up the walk arm in
arm. He opened the door and graciously allowed me to enter first. The
building room was empty, but I could hear voices plainly in the next room.
That stuff was worth more than you ever sing. I'm looking for two
guys. Hey, it's me in this world. It's me. We stood
there, trench beaming and me frowning, and they came into the room.
The guy was big, black hair and overdressed the way the bartender had tagged
him. It was Jake Samuels, all right, and hanging on his elbow
giving him a hot ear was the jeweler's name. Samuels wasn't in too good
a frame of mind. I'll blessed all over town, and you won't people
touch me because I got protection. How will you shut up? I got
to talk with a friend, Johnny Dolla. Jake, welcome to my house,
just the same. It's too bad you had to come. This isn't
exactly the day we're receiving. Well, I work weekends and this is the
only time I could make it. Jake will do the talk. And what
is it you want to see me about last night and the night before?
Oh? You mean when we roughed you up? That and the Atlantic Central
job and Rix Blakey, whom you killed at the wheel of his truck.
And there's the little manner of your blonde girlfriend here. I saw her in
Morton's jewelry shop. She couldn't possibly be the phony reporter who was hanging around
the railroad yards? Or could she shake this guy? Really? Shut up?
Is that all you can say? Yeah? Is that all you can
say? Shut up? I won't for dollars? What are you talking in
front of him for? Oh? I care about him? That you'll worry
five thousand dollars, but three hundred thousand worth of jewelry. Go on,
now get out of here. Take what your gotten. Consider it lucky.
We took all the risk. Now beat it, all right, I'll beat
it when I come back. You're gonna wish you what did Jake on your
cheap? When she reached the door, she pulled a gun from somewhere,
spun and trench got both slugs. He dropped, groaning to the floor,
and I kicked his gun into a corner. Jake Samuel stood frozen to the
rug, looking at the battle of the automatics. You're going crazy or something
down that gun. God, they shut up to me. Now go on
say it, you yellow toopid woman, be Andrew. You're making a big
mistake. No, am I going to get my forty five thousand or not?
But I don't have that much in the house. Well, then call
somebody, come up with some jewelry. Yes, tomorrow tomorrow, I problem,
not tomorrow today. Now I'm talking to him. Why don't you get
any ideas. Look, there's only one way for you to get out of
this, and that's to kill everybody in this room. If you leave me
alive, I'll track you down. That's what I get paid for. If
you can't let you, I know what I'm doing. If you leave trench
at Jake alive, they'll get you too. You bet we will, so
scared. Come on, Jacob, the money right now, You've only got
a petty crime against you. Do anymore and it'll be murdered. You'll last
a month if that long. Again, give me these two guys you cut,
turn them over to me, and I'll go the limit and helping you.
I'll forget the five thousands you got from them. The most you can
get is a year in the county. Five thousand. Clear as good,
though what happens to them? They wanted a murder, I'll say in my
report you turn them over to me. Maybe you won't get anything. Of
course, I he's some tangry. I'm as level as a guy can get.
Come on, give me the gun, Miss Phillips. I don't know.
It's that or murder rap. Come on, stay away from me.
It's freedom or murder? Which one do you want? Give me the gun?
Here? Here, take it. I just want to do this anyway.
For the start. This isn't living. This is this is dying every
day. You're lucky you found it out in time, Miss Phillips. You
know, except the guy in the gas station, nobody ever called me,
Miss Phillips. And that Polon is the way it all wound up. I
called the police and they took things in hand. The jewels, of course,
were buried in the barrel of the jeweler's rouge, and Miss Phillips,
knowing that Morton was unloading them at Boston, sold the information to Jake and
friend for fifty thousand dollars, which she didn't get. The Arcadia Wholesale Company
jewels were in the stuff the police picked up. Oh, by the way,
you'll notice one item on the expense account four dollars and eighty five cents.
That was a gift, a foam rubber seat for if Grimm's surplus jeep.
Total expenses three hundred and twelve dollars. Yours Truly Johnny Dollar. Yours
Truly Johnny Dollar stars Edmund O'Brien in the title role and was written by E
Jack Newman and John Michael Hayes, with music composed and conducted by Leith Stephens.
Edmund O'Brien can currently be seen starring in the Harry M. Popkin United
Artist production d o A. Featured in our cast were Ted de Corcia,
Pat mcgeeon, Harold Duranforth, John Damier, Bill Bouchet, Gene Bates and
Clayton Post. Yours Truly Johnny Dollar is produced and directed by Hime Delvai.
Join us again next week at the same time when from Hollywood ewand O'Brien returns
in another transcribed adventure of Yours Truly Johnny Dallas