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episodes together, you can wait until Friday. Just pause it right now and
then come back and resume, and then immediately listen to episodes three through five.
But now here are episodes one and two of The Pearling Matter from June
eighteenth and June nineteenth, nineteen fifty six. From Hollywood. It's time now
for Johnny Dollar. This is Martin Scotman, mister Dollar at Eastern Liability and
Trust. Oh yes, sir, got your message. I was just about
to call you back, mister Scottman. Would it be possible for you to
drop in seem's day? I think so, say in an hour, that
would be excellent. What's it about, mister Scottman. David Perling Pearling.
I understand he was killed in a boating accident a couple of days ago.
Read something about it in the papers. Bar a phrase, mister Dollar.
That report was somewhat exaggerated. Mister Pearling is still very much alive tonight and
every weekday night. Bob Bailey, in the Transcribed Adventures of the Man with
the Action Packed Expenser cout America's Fabulous freelance insurance investigator yours truly, Johnny Dollar.
Expense account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to the Eastern Liability and Trust
Company, Hertford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expended yours during
my investigation of the Pearling Matter. Mister Scottman, you're a pretty good guy.
And I'll say this right at the top, since you were the one
who called me in. You're reading about the Pearling Matter and your newspaper right
now, but they haven't got the story rights. None of them will ever
have it quite right. Just remember that as you go through your newspaper and
this report. Mister Scottman, you look pretty worried when I met you that
afternoon about five o'clock and you led me into the top drawer offices of Eastern
Liability and Trust. I tagged you as a particular sort of man who knew
when his laundry was coming back. I wasn't a bit surprised to learn that
you were vice president and chairman of the board. Why don't you sit down
there, miss Dollar, the best chair in place. Thanks cigar cigarette,
No, I have these thanks lighter right there too. Right. Thanks,
you can run along for tonight. Evlyent no more to do. Thank you,
sir. Good night, evlyent. I uh understand you've handled several matters
for our company, mister Dollar. Yes, sir, I was just going
over in my mind. I believe the last one was the san Antonio case.
Yes, Mark san Antonio. Yes, yes, you have that very
well, Miss Dollar. I want you to know I appreciate your reputation in
the field. Nice of you to mention it. I'm curious, mister Scotman.
I rarely work directly with an insurance company. Usually I'm hired by the
adjusting agency. And let's say, this is little idea on my own.
Only one person knows about it so far. You will be the second board
of directors. Might not exactly prove what I'm about to propose, but I
feel some action should be taken. I have some good whiskey in that cabinet.
No thanks now, yes, well, this case involves David Perling,
who, despite what the newspapers reported yesterday, is still very much alive.
You say you saw the item in the papers, Yes, something about him
being killed in a boating accident in Florida. I think the story was erroneous.
It'll be retracted back to the matter is, mister Perling was already on
his way back to New York save fan Sound when that report came out.
The boat that he'd been fishing from did have a boiler explosion, but no
one was killed. Yeah, these things sometimes happen, I guess. However,
was printed all over the country. As you know, David Perling is
highly regarded in financial circles, and that is the reason I asked you to
come in and talk to me. Did you see the stock exchange figures yesterday?
Well, I don't pay too much attention to the mister Scotland, I
do if we do as an insurance company, that report of Peerling's death affected
several commodities listed on the New York Exchange, companies in which he holds varying
positions, positions that would, if stay the report of his death were engineered
for that specific purpose, allow certain people to risk very little money and make
a great deal of money in just a minute, sir, certain people are
you talking about Peerling? And I don't know who I'm talking about. Really,
I'd like you to find that out. Find out, among other things,
if the situation has been taken advantage job in any way. This isn't
exactly in my line, mister Scotman, I think it is, mister Dollar.
I'll come right out with it. Eastern Liability has considerable investment in some
of the commodities that could be affected. We or let's put it this way.
I want to know where we stand. I want to know if we've
been cheated or are about to be cheated. I had dinner with Morton Scotman
at his club. He acquainted me with the several companies involved in the matter
and supplied me with stock exchange information that would be valuable in making comparisons in
case the action he anticipated ever happened. An hour later, I was at
the airport expencer count item one one hundred and twenty three dollars and sixty nine
cents airfare and incidentals from Hartford to key West, Florida. I arrived at
four o'clock in the morning, found a hotel, and had six hours sleep.
At eleven thirty I was standing in the office of a bluff red faced
man named Peyton. He happened to be the managing editor of a newspaper all
the way from Hartford, Connecticut. An welcome to Key West. What can
I do for you Tell me about this story, eh, a Perling story?
Huh yeah, you lawyer. No, you're here to make trouble.
Just find out something about how that story got into print. That's song we're
retracting today. What do you want us to do? We're sackcloth and ashes.
I'm not here to file a suit. I just want some information about
the story. You can sit down if you want to. Thanks. Find
Gracie Edwards, will you? Right? Heh. But I'd like the newspaper
story except for the mistake. That was a pretty good science mistake. Mister
Peyton Berlin was here for a week to ten days, had an idg.
He catched him tarp and a sailfish. He charted a boat called the yacht
Watcher day before yesterday, just heading in for the landing. Somehow the fuel
ignited and she blew up. Everybody thought Peerlin was still aboarder. Who was
a boarder, mister skipper. He came out of her all right, harbor
patrol boat picked him up, go on. Everybody thought Perlin had been aboard
as usual and was lost. The skipper wasn't in any shape. Tell it
differently, then, After all, Perland had been going out on her every
day. We all knew that. Where once Peerlin. He's sleeping in his
room when all this happened, got up about three o'clock, checked out,
took a train back New York. Story come out in the evening edition.
Your reporter, the one who wrote it up. I'd like to see him.
It's a her. Well, how did she get the star? It
was right there right where? What do you mean, down at the salesface
landing when the watcher come in at a regular beat. No, town the
sides, we don't have beats. But your reporter was there when the boat
caught fire. Yeah. What's her name? Gracy Edward? How long has
she been a reporter? A couple of years? Did you ever take a
month? I hope you didn't come down here to run her over the colough.
She's had enough of a dollar for me. It's my job, not
your, Okay, okay. Where do you lunch around here? Loof and
Bard Grill about a half block down this side of the street. Dip beef
from the apple pie if you like that kind of thing. Oh, hi,
Gracie, this is Johnny Dollar. Gracy Edwards. Well, mister dollar,
mister dollars, come all the way from Hartford to ask you some questions
about the Pearling story. Gracie, you want to talk to him? Do
I have to up to you? Ronny? Who are you? What do
you want to know? I'm an insurance investigator. I want to know how
the story got into print without being verified. Well, that's a straight enough
answer. Who do you investigate your insurance for Eastern Liability and Trust company at
the moment? Hey, you got business card and everything. Yeah, he
looks like he might do that kind of work. Oh, if you're going
to talk to him, find someplace else. I've got work to do.
How about some lunch, miss Edwards? How about that all get out expense
account item too? Two dollars two lunches for Gracie Edwards and myself at the
Blue Finn Bar and Grill. She was a short, stocky woman in the
early thirties. She had a fresh looking face and fiery red hair. She
didn't strike me as the kind of reporter who would make a bad mistake.
I did it the way any cub would have, only worse. I had
a three o'clock deadline. I wanted to make it. I could have waited
till the skipper came to said Pearling wasn't aboard. I could have contacted Pearling's
hotel found out he was safely there. I didn't do any of that.
I just phoned in my story. You know the rest. Every wire service
in the country picked it up. I guess I was lucky I wasn't fired.
You want another glass of beer? No, off, You've been pretty
nice. I'm sure you're not all insurance investigator. Notice I haven't asked you
exactly what you're investigating. Yeah, I noticed that. You're gonna tell me
possibly right now. Something worries me. You were down at the landing when
the boat caught fire. Yeah, you go down there often. It's more
or less my beat. Oh what, I didn't think a reporter have a
beat in the town this size, I said, more or less. I
like to go down there in mid afternoon when the boats are coming back.
The water's blue and fresh, usually a good offshore breeze blowing. Have they
caught any big fish? The flags are up. It's a place to go.
I'm romantic. Good, suppose we go there two point thirty. Now,
I ought to see some of those boats come in expense account at them
three one buck one cab transporting myself and Gracie Edwards Reporter to sale fish Landing,
or as near as we could get. The last five hundred yards we
had to walk on the planking between the slips. Now, tell me where
was the out watcher? Once? She blew up over there? Not there?
Where were you right here? I was sitting right there looking out to
see. How long had you been here? Oh? An hour or so?
That was day before yesterday. Yeah, she blew up there. You
phoned in your story before three o'clock? Yeah, right before three. Where's
the out watcher? Now? They raised her this morning, told her over
the repair docks. That's around the point. That's kind of funny. What's
funny? Well, I guess I didn't hear it right you? You saw
her get in trouble. You were right here, Then you went and phoned
in your store. It's right Here'd you phone it in? What last phone
I saw was at the tavern before we came in. The ducks high heels
running over these slips take quite a while to get to it. I used
a phone in town. How'd you get there? Cab? You had one
waiting? Look suppose I did. Suppose you didn't miss Edwards. Suppose you
weren't even here. If you were, where's the sunburn? Every redhead on
Earth burns up in an hour when the sun's like this, unless you're an
exception. I don't think I like this. I don't like it much myself.
But I have to find out something. I'd like to find out from
you. I hope I can. If I can't, I'll have to find
out from someone else. Maybe the man who owned the boat, the man
who ran It's someone around here. I'm going wait a minute, I'm not
just throwing words around. The boat was probably in short and it'll probably have
a claim on it, and I'll probably know the adjuster who was sent to
work the claim. I'll talk to him and tell him what I'm thinking.
I'll find out about this one way or another, miss Edwards, but I
think you can help me. Now. You're a good reporter. You would
have waited to see if Perling was a board. You would have checked his
hotel. You would have, in spite of a three o'clock deadline, you
would have made sure he was or wasn't a board that boat. All right,
miss Edwards? Did somebody pay you to file that story? I just
want to oh that somebody paid me. Yes, okay, I'll take you
back now. We don't have to mention this again. Yeah, okay,
in case it comes up though, Yeah, mister Pearling paid me, paid
me to print the story he was dead. Johnny Dollar ready with your call
to Hatford. Hello, Hello, mister Scottman. Johnny Dollar. Hope I
didn't get you up. No, no, no, I've been very anxious
to hear from you. Well, I thought i'd better call mister Scottman.
I just found out that David Perling paid a reporter here in Key West to
print that story about his death. I see I can be in New York
at seven tomorrow morning. Could you meet me there sometime? I can meet
you at idlewhile my plane comes in at seven twenty. From Special Investigator Johnny
Dollar to the Eastern Liability and Trust Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following
is an accounting of expended yours during my investigation of the Pearling matter. Expense
account continued item three ninety eight dollars and nine cents airfare and incidentals, including
board in Rome, Key Western, New York City. Mort Scottman was in
the airport coffee shop having tea and toast and the best tradition of a vice
president. He looked shaved, rested and fresh. Would you like some breakfast,
mister Dollar, Just coffee for now, Thanks, a cup of coffee
please. Well we seem to have made nice connections. Not to seven thirty
yet, Yeah, mister Scottman. The reporter in Key West to print it
that story about David Perling was paid one hundred dollars in cash to do it.
Peerling paid her to file an erroneous story that he had been killed in
a boating accident. You said, cash. That's right, cash, no
check, No way to prove it one way or another, just the reporter's
word. And she said she denied it. If anybody else asked her,
disclaim the whole thing. Yeah, where does that put us? Well,
look, Pearling had to pay somebody to fire that boat, probably the skipper,
I don't know, but it's an angle. If you're thinking about legal
lines, it's very good. Of course the boat would demand explanation. Oh,
let's let it go for the moment. I noticed a retraction disclaiming the
story of Pearling's death is in every paper this morning. It was in all
of last night's papers too, Now, if the story could affect the stock
market, when would it show up today at the latest. There was no
action yesterday, not on the exchange. No, how do you feel about
this whole thing now? In view of the fact you've ascertained that Perling himself
arranged for his own death report to be published, I can only assume that
he did it for one reason, take advantage of some brisk trading that would
kerb because of such a report. But there's been nothing of that so far.
Tell me, mister Scottman, in the event this does happen, what
would you do? I don't know exactly. Possibly report the meta to the
exchange and see if Perlin could be prosecuted for manipulation. Well, let's go
over there and see what's what? I had him four or five dollars cab
fair for myself and Morton Scottman to Wall Street and the New York Stock Exchange.
Since I didn't understand too much about the board, I simply sat and
kept an eye on Scotland. The pinstripe suited, the Hamburg, the tie,
the shirt, the glasses. Somehow he tickled me. I was beginning
to like the guy. About fifteen minutes before the place closed, he cleared
his throat and touched my arm. I suspicioned, wronged dollar, there's been
no manipulation on the exchange. I thought, certainly if there had been any
would appear in that Alabama company. I was wrong, and I apologize for
taking up your time. You're paying for it. Besides, I'm glad you
did. Shall we go, eh, Claire? Well, we know he
didn't have the story printed a cheat on the market, but we still have
the same old question. What's that? Why did Perling pay that reporter to
say he was dead? The reporter lied to you. You've been lied to
before, I'm sure, Oh sure, and by experts. But she wasn't
a good one, not even halfway good. So I still believe her story.
You believe that board up there, I believe that too. Well.
Then Perling had a reason for getting such a story printed. I want to
find out about it. Expenser con Adham five four dollars lunch for Morton,
Scotman and myself. After lunch, I checked into the New Western Adam six
fifty dollars deposit car rental. A phone call to the offices of David Perling
gave me the information that mister Pearling was at his home on Long Island.
I drove out there, a small estate greened up with all the lush things
that happened there this time of the year. As I reached the place,
I noticed a group of people in white flannels and dark blue jackets mixing cocktails
on the terrace. One of them I recognize from previous newspaper pictures is David
Perling. A middle aged woman with iron gray hair and the figure of a
sixteen year old girl opened the door. She looked from behind dark glasses,
disapproving me. Yes, how do you do. I'd like to see mister
Pearling if I may, I'm Missus Pearling. May I help you? Well,
this is a business matter, Missus Parling. My name's Dollar, Eastern
Liability and Trust Company. Well, he's not in now. I suggest you
Caley's office and explain the nature of your business to his secretary. Good day,
mister Dollar. Look I know he's here. I saw him as I
drove up. You are both impertinent and rude. I'm sure you'll see me
if you give him my name and tell him I just came back from Key
West and that I had a long talk with a newspaper reported down there.
Since you saw so much as you drove up, you might have noticed that
we're entertaining guests, mister dollar. Oh, I noticed that wait here.
I stood there a moment in a wide colonial porch and wondered what made me
such a social outcast. A man who was tending in the grounds walk by
and turned on the sprinkling system. He waved at me, and I waved
back. I felt better on the terrace. I could hear the tinkle of
glasses and a little laughter on man. Finally, David Perling showed up.
He was a tall man with a hairline that started about an inch above the
heaviest eyebrows i've ever seen, two toned shoes, white flannels, and the
Mexican sports shirt fitted in with the broad shoulders and wide mouthed grin that came
off just briefly when he looked at me. My wife told me to throw
you out. Can you think of any reason why I shouldn't. I'm about
ten pounds lighter than you, but I might be a good fifteen years younger.
Tell me what you want, kiddo, and then get out of here.
I want you to tell me why you paid Gracie Edwards one hundred dollars
to print a story about you being dead. Who are you anyway, Johnny
Dollar insurance investigator? What's all this to you? An investigation? There's no
way you can prove I paid that girl to print that story. I know
that I was telling a friend of mine today that something probably could be proved
about the boat if it had to be, then the reporter thing had come
out. I don't know you. See, Eastern Liability had an idea that
you might have had that story printed to cause a little action on the stock
market. Who at line Ability? I'll keep that to myself. Well,
doesn't make any difference anyhow. They're way off base? Or can't you figure
that part? That's why I'm here. I figured that part. Suppose I
told you I don't know what you're talking about, I'd ask you all over
again. Tell you about a reporter and a boat. Tell her you've gone
this far and it's probably as far as you're going. I'm not going to
tell you anything, at least anything specific. I will tell you this much.
I paid the reporter in cash. I paid the boatman the same way.
Whatever reason I had, it was a good one. Meant to harm
no one. You're sure about that, mister Perling, as sure as I'm
going inside right now and make another batch of Martinez for the second time in
a matter of minutes. I was standing on a porch feeling like typhoid Mary.
Somehow, I halfway believe David Perling. I also halfway believe that whatever
reason he had, meant something to me. All halfway. Thank you.
If you want to be left alone, you don't slam a door once or
even twice. You invite the asker of the question in, give him a
drinking, introduce him to your friends, slap him on the back, and
lie through your teeth. You don't tell a man to leave, because that's
the best way in the world to make him keep coming. So I waved
at the friendly gardener once more, climbed into my rendit car, drove back
to the New Western and sat down with a magazine. Johnny Dollar, This
is Celia Pearling, mister Dollar. Hello, missus Sperling. I think I
should like to talk to you, mister Dollar. David told me why you
were at the house. I'm downstairs in the lobby. I'll be right down,
Missus Perling. I had to drive some friends in tonight, and I
thought i'd stop and have this chat with you. I'm glad you did.
Somewhat embarrassing, I mean, after the way I acted at the house.
Oh, I'll suppose we forget that part, Missus Sperling. Does mister Pearling
know that you're here? No, I'll tell him when I get home.
There's something I must know. What's that? You aren't just a sensation seeker
something like that, are you, Missus Pearling? Let me answer you this
way. You came to me. How you found me I don't know,
but you did. You also found out I'm a legitimate investigator interested in facts.
Am I right? David called a friend of his or the Allied Bureau,
and they told him you were an insurance investigator. And they also told
you that when I work at Case in New York, I generally stay at
the New Western. Is that about it? I'd like to ask you a
question. Are you going to continue with this matter? The one you discussed
with my husband this afternoon? I suppose I am? You mean? You
believe there was something ulterior and David having that story prinded Well, let's say
I believe his answers about it were unsatisfactory. I'm the fellow who's supposed to
find out why why, that's my job. I can assure you there wasn't
anything wrong about it at all. It was a rather personal matter and certainly
could harm no one. I'm glad to hear that. I heard it once
before, though. Your husband said it to me today and practically the same
words. Would you like to buy me a drink? Sure? Come on.
We walked through the lobby to the cocktail without a word. We sat
down without a word, and I ordered a couple of bourbons and water.
Still no word. All around this people for drinks laughed and talked. I
glanced at missus Perling from time to time and wore the blankest expression. I
knew how finally it worked. She began, in a small voice. We
have a daughter, mister Dollar. Her name's Eugenia Genie. We call her
mmmmm. She's the reason for that story in the papers. Tell me about
it. It's not easy, you know, it's I mean, it's it's
admitting a prominent defeat to explain it. We're David and myself considered quite capable
people, capable at most everything business, home, capable of everything. You
set raising a child into a woman. I'd rather not go into the forts
that we have, mister Dollar, no need to. I didn't mean that.
I just mean it seems painful you to even discuss this. I'll say
it this way. We've had too much money and too little time to put
it on on Genie. Now we're suffering for it. How do you mean
Genie got sick and tired of being alone and unattended and not understood. She
left home a year ago and we haven't seen her heard from hers since.
She left a note saying that we never would I suppose we deserve it.
Well, I wouldn't try to judge that. We have no idea where she
is, what she's doing, even if she's with someone. We just know
she's gone. It's really quite ridiculous. Now the Genie's gone. We know
how much we wanted her around. What about the police, Well, we
we didn't go to the police. I think you can understand why. I
mean the publicity. Oh did you go to the am Well agency? They've
been working on it. Of them, any luck, not a sign of
her. Do you understand now? Well, I don't understand everything. I'm
sorry she's missing. But about the story in the paper. Davy arranged that,
I mean, that his death would be reported. It was a crazy
thing to do, I suppose, but we've tried everything else. He thought
that if he were reported dead, Jeannie, wherever she was, would see
the story and possibly contact me. You see, it's unbearable knowing she's alive
somewhere hating us this way. We wanted another chance. No luck, no
luck, not a word, not a word. Now here's our star to
tell you about tomorrow's intriguing episode of this week's story. Tomorrow, the tramp
is all baited, and guess who walks in join us? Won't you Yours
truly? Johnny Dalla. Yours Truly, Johnny Doll. You're starring Bob Bailey
is transcribed in Hollywood. Written by John Dawson. It is produced and directed
by Jack Johnstone. Be sure to join us tomorrow night at same time in
station for another exciting episode of Yours Truly. Johnny Dollar. Roy Rowan speaking
welcome back, Well, I really loved the scene with the reporter when Johnny
was just able to use deduction in common sense to tear apart her story and
get her to tell him what really happened. Now there's an interesting continuity point,
as John Abbott notes in his book that who is Johnny Dollar matter?
Mister Scottsman tells Johnny that he had worked for them on the San Antonio matter,
And of course the San Antonio matter was actually a John Lunn story,
and on that case he worked for Great Eastern Fidelity and Life Insurance Company,
not the Eastern Liability at Trust as noted in this case. And of course
Bob Bailey did essentially the same story, although there were some elements of other
episodes included with the Valentine matter, but on that particular case the company was
the New Britain Life Insurance Company. Now, given that, I would say
that that is evidence in support of the different Johnny dollars being in alternate universes.
The San Antonio matter, for Bob Bailey is a story that was just
not aired and had very different circumstances in his universe and a company with a
slightly different name. That makes more sense than Johnny having two cases with similar
extreme outcomes. Now back to the current episode, you know you might wonder
why this investigation is continuing, Like the insurance angle might be debatable given that
the company did not detect any manipulation, and that's why Johnny was called in.
But I think Johnny's right in this case. Just because there's no obvious
manipulation doesn't mean that you can rule out something that might harm the insurance company's
investment interest until you figure out exactly what's going on. Now we turn to
listener comments and feedback, and we have some comments regarding the Indestructible Mock Matter
over on Facebook. Greg, I enjoy Johnny Dollar, but I've got to
say I really enjoyed this story. Keep up the great work. And then
we have a comment from Will on Instagram, writing, first, mister Graham,
thank you for delivering these tales gratis. Second, I'm sorry that I
listened to a few of these. But while you critique this episode, I
love this yarn, this charming bomb wouldn't die, and the production values as
a tangent I miss listening to not be well. Thanks so much. I
appreciate the comment, and I will be clear that I definitely enjoyed The Indestructible
Mock Matter more this time through and overall, I thought it was pretty good.
My opinion of it has improved over the years. I will definitely second
your thought about Not Beat. It was such a wonderful series. It was
great a couple years ago when we had a previously uncirculated episode of not Beat
Town and we're able to share that with you, and I really would love
more or just some great stories, some pretty unique ideas that ended up being
told on that series you don't tend to hear on a lot of other programs.
Although their wre cases were not Beat scripts were used elsewhere after some heavy
rewriting. But it was such a great role for Frank Lovejoy. There were
actually Australian and South African versions of Not Beat. I've not listened to them,
somewhat skeptical that they could match that same level of quality. So I
definitely agree about not being and I would love for us to be able to
play more. And then David has a comment regarding the matter of reasonable doubt
have to say that this set of episodes had some of the more interesting female
characters, especially Susie and Nicky, not to mention the grandmother and Hilda,
the classic fan fatale. That's a good point, David, because most of
these serials have one or at most two really good female parts. To not
have more functional roles or something like that, but generally just one or two.
So to have four of those parts running an age gammut is something that
we don't hear a whole lot of on this series, so not something I
notice, but I think you're absolutely right. All right, Well, now
it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day, and I want to
go ahead and thank Jonathan. Jonathan has been one of our Patreon supporters since
March of twenty twenty, currently supporting the podcast at the shamous level of four
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where he has worked at the front Ton for the past two years in Francisco.
Roll As no police record. That's all we have on the dead man
hold unfortunately, is you say he was involved with the smuggling ring Senor Mitchell.
So we were led to believe he was going to fill us in on
it. Only somebody with a knife got to him first. Someone obviously from
the augization. They must have known he was going to talk. Yeah,
where was Rhodes sting? According to his identification card thirty six Paseo de Baracoa.
Let's go over and shake it down. Hope you'll be with us then.
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