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we do over at Great Detectives dot net. Well, now it is time
for this week's episode of Yours Truly Johnny Dowler. The original air dates January
second and January third, nineteen fifty six. It's the Kaylan Manor Episodes one
and two from Hollywood. It's time now for Johnny Dowler, Walt Albright,
Johnny Limited. Oh hi, Walt, how's your health terrible? Since you
ask, I got asma, Johnny again, I thought we agreed. I
know, I get suspicious. I get asthma happens every time. Kill me,
will you? What's the case? Walter Man named Eddie Kaylin c A
Y l I n Out in Los Angeles died yesterday? Five thousand dollar policy,
double indemnity. What did he die of? Misterius circumstances. Well,
that's usually a fatal disease, all right, But that, Johnny, that's
all I know, misterious circumstances. The body was identified by the widow.
I see, all right, salesman out there can probably help you. He
issued the policy only six weeks ago at the request to the widow. H
six weeks one premium paid check signed by the widow. Hey, tell me
something. What the beneficiary happened to be? Right? The widow? All
this asthma is killing me. Johnny, you gotta do something about it,
all right, Walter? Just call me doctor tonight and every weekday night.
Bob Bailey in the Transcribed Adventures of the Man with the Action Packed Expense Account,
America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator as Truley Johnny Dollar. Expense Accounts amtter by
Special Investigator Johnny Dollar, the home office Trinity Mutchell Insurance Company Limited, Hartford,
Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expended urs during my investigation of
the Klan matter. Item won one hundred and ninety eight dollars and twenty cents
Airline Fair and Incidental's Hertford of Los Angeles. I had an arranged for anybody
to meet me when I arrived at La So I picked up my bags and
headed for the taxis. Stand Please wait a second. He was a small
man, nervous and flattery, with a shiny pink nose and a face like
a little white rabbit. I was watching for you out from the ramp,
but somehow you must have slipped mine. You are mister Dollar, aren't you.
Yes, I'm Johnny Dollar, but I don't think I am. Welch,
Presley Welch. I'm oh yeah, sure, the district salesman here for
Trinity Mutual. That's right. Oh how are you, mister Welch. I'm
out of breath at the moment from running. You understand, you see,
I'm troubled occasionally by asthma. You too, Oh do you have asthma?
Mister Dollar? No, it's a friend of mine and Hartford. Oh oh,
well, you don't say yes. In fact, I came out here
just to cure it for him out. Oh, this is the worst place
you could have come. Oh you see the smile here is sob oh.
No, I do believe you're joshing. I guess I amn't there. Come
on, let's SAYDD to my expense account with a cup of coffee. You
really think we should? Oh? Why not? Let's be daring, all
right, Let's I always say if the company California, if Pressley Well sold
insurance. The way he answered questions, it was amazing that he hadn't starved
it dead years ago. He skidded around the field, flip flopped overhead,
and buzzed the tower, all verbally, of course, And for fifteen minutes
he didn't touch a wheel to the ground. But when he did finally land,
he came in with a swoop. I do hope you'll accept my apologies,
mister Dollar, for causing all this trouble, because the whole thing is
my fault. Of course, I don't see how unless you murdered Eddie Callin.
Why I scarcely knew it a perfect dollarbar. Oh no, no,
no, no, you misunderstand why, Josh? What I meant was I
wrote the policy, and I knew better right when I did it. Oh
what do you mean? Well, mister Kidton was quite facetious about the whole
procedure. When I tried to point out the retirement security factors in our multiple
endowment plan, he actually laughed. You don't say yes, He said,
all the security he'd asked for was two aces up in one for the kicking.
What about missus Kalen? What was her adity? Well, she was
quite serious about it. Wasn't she the one who actually applied for the policy?
Well, not technically the beneficiary carnt you know it's against the rule?
Yeah? I know, but didn't She was the one he has that called
me and asked me to come out and talk to her husband, and he
finally signed the application, but he seemed to regard it as a joke.
He only did it as a favor to her, something of that sort.
And now it's turned out to be a ten thousand dollars favor. What kind
of a woman is she? Mister Walt. Well, she's quiet, well
mannered, quite charming. I thought, I I must confess, I thought
I could do with sympathy for her in view of her husband's incessant flippancies,
A real happy fellow, positively frivolous mister Dillon, and I should have been
worn by his attitude. You know, insurance is a serious business. Oh
sure, But Eddie Calan didn't laugh himself to death. Oh oh mind,
or he died in the fire when his automobile compa oh laugh. Oh,
I see what you mean to tell me. How well did you get to
know that cal Oh, hardly at all. I saw mister Calen twice,
once at his apartment the evening I sold him the policy, and then two
weeks later at my office when he came in to sign the piece. And
missus Calon only once that evening at their apartment. She phoned me earlier in
the week. And you haven't seen her since her husband's death. No,
No, I phoned to express my sympathy, but she wasn't available. She
hasn't filed a claim yet, No, but I knew she would, so
I took it on myself to notify Hartford. I just can't help feeling guilty
about this, you know, Yes, so you mentioned, not that I
really am, of course, but well you understand it's him. Oh,
sure, I understand. Well, I'll keep in touch. Watch out for
comedians, mister Weldon. Watch out for whom? Oh comedian expensive god item
three six dollars and thirty five cents taxi fair to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel and
the second taxi to the West Los Angeles Precinct Police Station. The case wasn't
being handled by any of the usual departments, Bureau of Homicide, Missing persons
and so on. The man in charge was to take your Sergeant jose Reynosa
on attached working out of the Central District on special assignment. Pull up a
chair, mister Dollar. When I talk with him in his office, Rainosa
told me the reason for it. Yeah, it's a funny deal, mister
Dollar. The facts in the case could point a lot of different ways,
but the way it stands right now, they just don't add up in any
direction, at least not quite. Do you mind filling me in on some
of those facts, Sergeant'll be glad too. Last Thursday morning, at four
twenty am, we got a call relay through the fire department to investigate a
burned automobile out on the palace Verda's head lay up in the hills above the
harbor. The car was lying in the bottom of a ravine below the road,
and it was a total loss. Apparently the gas tank had burst and
flooded the whole interior. Oh what do you mean? Apparently, Lee Upholster,
he may have been deliberately so good gas. The arson squad isn't sure,
I see. That's why this case doesn't quite fit in any nichem to
dollar. Might be homicide, might be arson, missing person, or only
an accident. We're not sure yet. Anyway, there was a body in
the driver's seat, burned to a cinder, unrecognizable, but we did recover
a few personal effects signal ring, a keychain, wristwatched with a strap burned
off, a wallet badly scorched, and I noticed the keychain has a metal
tank with the address Stampton It. Yeah, that and a part of the
driver's license were the only leads. Eddie Kaylin Argus Terrace apartments up on Sunnyway
Drive above the strip, so we went up there and we ran into a
second surprise. What do you mean nobody home. We attained access, found
the place in a mess. Apparently been a fight. A chair and a
couple of lamps were broken, and they were bloodstains in the living room.
What about missus? Kellen located her the next afternoon. She'd been spending a
few days with a friend's cabin up at Arrowheads, as the friend confirming she
was there alone at her own car. She might have come back to town
at night. But we got nothing to prove it or disproven. Right,
just another one of those maybes, all those cases, a collection of maybes.
Yeah, see what you mean? Tell me, sergeant, just who
was Eddie Kylin? Eddie Kaylyn a male Caucasian hight five eleven weight one seventy
five complexion, olive hair, medium brown eyes, gray, age thirty four
birthplace was he wanted? He too? He called himself a promoter, then
a lot of things, small time agent for a while, handled few singers
and dancers, vaudeville nightclubs. It's been a book he off and on,
but mainly he was a gambler. Or and there's another maybe for you now.
According to rumor, Eddie was in an all day poker game. It
broke up only a few hours before we found a car. The game was
supposedly run by a big time gambler named Toppo Leanley, and the word has
it that Eddie cleaned up something over sixty thousand dollars and there was no money
found on the body. You know, have you talked to this tomple sternly?
We had him in here for four hours this morning. He never heard
of Eddie Kalin, wouldn't know a poker deck if he saw one. Spends
all his spare time raising petunias and driving his dear old mother to church like
that. Like that. So there's another one for you. Maybe Topoo didn't
like the idea of losing sixty grand decided to get it back, or maybe
the widow wanted the insurance. Or it could be that somebody else took a
crack addict man. It's possible, of course, that that he mailed the
sixty thousand to a blonde of Milwaukee and just ran off the road by accident.
It's possible, but I don't think so. I don't think it was
an accident. I'm always getting cases like this. It's a kind they always
put me on. Officially, it's because I'm a college man and majored in
criminology. But actually it's because I'm a Latin Mexican ancestry and they know I
get certain feelings about a case. Hunches, and how do you feel about
this? One? Is hocky real hockey and it's murdered, not an accident.
But beyond that, Ken savvy, why don't you poke into a little
see what you can find that maybe we can talk it out some more over.
A bottle of musketel? Yeah, good night. Where can I find
missus Klan or the widow? Well, that's a good starting point. She's
out at their apartment. There's the addressing. Okay, thanks, Oh just
one other things, Sergeant Reinosa. When you gained access to the apartment,
I assumed the door was locked. Yeah, it took a little effort.
What kind of a lock automatic night lanch spring cylinder? No, it was
an old fashioned warden bowl had to be locked with a key. What are
you getting at, mister dollar or hunch of my own, sergeant. Let's
save it for the muscatel see you later. Expense account item for two dollars
taxi to the Klein apartment in West Hollywood. It was shortly after dusk by
now, and the lights were coming on all over the city. It was
a cool, clear night. Los Angeles said its best as we swung off
the sunset strip and started climbing up into the hill. As I looked back
across the basin toward the dark mass of the Palas Verities headland that bounded the
far side of the great Carpet of lights. Three nights ago a man had
died over there in the darkness, and in a few minutes now I'd be
talking to his widhole, or at least to the woman who claimed to me
his widow. Keep the change. The Argus Terrace apartments, like most of
them in that section, sprawled up the hillside above the street, six or
rate apartments on as many different levels, all opening onto a central patio filled
with walks, steps, and banks of tropical plantings. The Canon's apartment was
at the top, and I was still fifty feet from him when the door
opened and a man came out and hurried towards me. I stepped back against
the shrubbery and waited for him. Good evening. Mister welch, oh,
oh, it's you. Your can visit to missus? Callan second? Oh,
yes, yes it is. I imagine you've been notified too. Notified.
Yes, I got a wire from the home office in Hartford this evening.
That's why i'm here. Well, missus Calyn has filed under the double
indemnity clause of the policy a claim for ten thousand dollars she has. She
hopes it can be paid immediately and without any trouble. Well, I don't
like to dash your ladies hopes, mister Welsh, but I've got news for
the widow news. The claim won't be paid immediately, and before this is
over, there's going to be a lot of trouble. Oh. In fact,
mister Welsh. If my aunt is right, this claim is not going
to be paid at all. Johnny Dollar, Missus Galen, I think mister
Welch told you i'd be around to see you. Oh, yes, you're
the special investigator the insurance company send out that's right, mind if I come
in? All right, mister Dollar, thanks and through here. Your company
didn't waste any time did they sending you out here? I mean no,
no more than you did in filing your claim. I have a right to
it, Eddie gone. Now I need the money, I see. Thanks?
How many keys are there to that door? Keys? What do you
mean your front door? How many keys do you have? Just one?
Of course Eddie had one? Why what difference does it make? Just about
enough difference to hang somebody? Cigarette Missus Kalon from Special Investigator Johnny Dollar,
location, Los Angeles to the home office Trinity Mutual Insurance Company Limited, Hartford,
Connecticut, assignment the Killen matter expense account continued. That's quite a dramatic
statement, mister Dalla. Are you prepared to name that somebody who may get
hanged? Not at the moment. Could it be that you don't have a
name. That's possible, of course, Yet you're just fishing, so to
speak, bluffing. Why would I do that with you? I don't know,
frankly, but you must have come here for some reason. Yes,
I wanted to ask you a few questions, and you'd be smart to answer
them under the circumstances. What circumstances? The only one I know anything about
is the tragic one of losing my husband only three days ago. You have
my sympathy, Missus Killen. Judget Minosa questioned me for hours. There's nothing
more to answer. Will you go now? Please? All right? If
you say so your unwillingness to cooperate will undoubtedly prejudice your claim for the insurance.
That's all you care about, isn't it finding some excuse for not paying
up the power of missus killen. I'm not crooked, and neither is the
company. If a claim is legitimate, they pay it always. I'm sick
of being on the suspicion of being accused. I'm not accusing you of anything.
All I'm after is some information, and if you refuse to give it,
good night, missus callan No wait, wait, mister dollar, Yes,
don't go come back. Please. I'm sorry. I've been under such
a strain on edge. Forgive me, that's all right, I'd forget it.
I didn't mean what I said, but I've answered so many questions,
and to go through all of it again, will it seems so pointless?
Yes, I understand. But I've found that people say things to me sometimes
that they forget to say to the police. They're more relaxed. I guess,
don't feel are on the spot so much. But I thought it was
just me. Oh, you're not alone. I remembered something like that.
After I talked to Sergeant Minosa, he wanted to know where Eddie hung out,
mostly bars and so on. Only think of two. What are the
names of the bars? Missus Killen, the Allowens on Beverly Boulevard and the
Brass Monkey in down the Strip? What difference does it make? Eddie wasn't
killed in the bar, No, but he probably met people there. Talk
to them. You see, it's a matter now of trying to reconstruct his
life step by step, right up to the moment he died. You'd be
surprised how much bartenders seeing here. And remember I suppose they do. All
right, mister dollar, I'll be glad to answer any questions you want to
ask. Good one thing, though, I wasn't expecting visitors. Of course,
I wonder if I could have just five minutes to change and freshen up
a little. All that's unnecessary. I won't be here long, but i'd
feel better. Really, do you mind? No, no, of course,
not. Go ahead. I'll be right back. Pour yourself a drink,
Johnny. I had to drink and waited and got ready to brace myself.
I've been through this before. A tag plan number two, a common
garden variety. When you can't beat him, join him, and when the
joiner is a lovely woman. The maneuver usually starts with some paraphrase of slip
into something more comfortable, Why don't you have a drink? And a sudden
switch to first names? And it always ends up with you and I against
the world, And couldn't you forget just one little mistake? The little mistake
being something like arsenic and a husband's coffee in an old, familiar pattern and
a first resort just as often as a last. She was gone twenty minutes,
not five. But it was time well spent, carefully casual touch,
with a hair make up, skillfully softened perfume and one of those froth nylon
jobs designed for that special evening in you will call charge like another drink journey?
Thanks, I still have something I think I could use one? Would
you mind? Sure? What do you have? Scotch and soda? Please?
Thanks for being so patient. I feel better now, more comfortable high
something like that easy emisoda? Right there you are, missus Killen. Thanks?
Would you do something else for me? Oh? I'd be happy to,
but I don't know your first name to see? All right? What
are your questions? How do you think it happened? I don't know not
some enemy, because Eddie didn't have any, just friends, too many friends?
Who are some of them? There's only one who really fits the definition,
who who's really lasted. His name is Pete Steimer. Pete Steimer.
Where can I find him? You can't, or at least the police haven't
been able to. Nobody's seen him since that night. He's had nightclubs off
and on, and in between him makes books. What about those other friends?
Are the ones who don't last? They drift in, drift out,
depending mostly on whether Eddie had any money at the moment. Of course,
there were women, all show girls, mostly dancers, strippers. Know any
of them, hardly ever hear any of their names. Oh, he's made
a point not to Otherwise I'd have killed him long ago. Did you kill
him, missus Kennon? No? Did you love him? That's a good
question. I think I'll have to pass it, though I don't really know.
I feel all hollow, smashed up inside over what happened. And yet
there were times I'd have killed him myself, i'd had a gun. But
there were other times too, when it was so crazy sweet you wanted to
die because you knew I'd never be like that. Again. Now, that's
where it was with Eddie, mad mixed up, like watching a ten ringed
circus from the front seat in a roller coaster. That's why a women flocked
around him. That's why they always ran from him. Later, you didn't
run. Could I have another drink? Passhure? Were you trying to run
when you went up to Arrowhead by yourself? Maybe you got a fight.
I ran out, told him I wasn't coming back, and only three days
later over the radio I heard where he'd been found dead. Here you go.
I guess you call it shock. I still can't really believe it,
even though I know it's true. Well, I guess you shouldn't know.
I understand. You're the one who identified the body. I identified a wallet,
burned black, the wristwatch ring, all of them things I bought for
him. They told me there wasn't anything that could be called a body.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry, missus Callan. I know this is painful.
Like I said, I can't believe it. Really. Do you have
any other reason for not believing Eddie is really dead? I mean besides just
a feeling? No, of course not. What do you mean? What
do you mean? I'll always it's just a question, that's all. Forget
it. But let's get back for a moment to another question. You said
you were sure it wasn't some personal enemy who killed your husband. Then what
do you think the same as the police. I guess they said Eddie won
a lot of money that night from some gambler named Toppo Lanley. You don't
know this Topo Lanley. Huh No, but I suppose that's why Eddie was
killed. The money wasn't found, so I guess it was Robbie. Did
you know about the money? Not all happened while I was up at Arrowhead.
Anyway, Eddie ever had any money, I'd be the last one I
know about it. He always spent his money where it would show get something
for it. Laughs, bells, whistles, balloons going up. Not at
home. Never. Yeah, I'm sorry, forget I said that. I
hate women who sit around drooling with self pity like you said. I didn't
run. I guess maybe I did love him, mister Darling. Is there
anything else? No? No, I guess not, at least not tonight.
You look a little beat. Yes, I'm afraid I am. You
go around trying to keep up affront that's been rough. Yeah, I imagine
what business a while ago fixing myself up a little this robe. I just
had to do it. There are times when a woman has to feel like
a woman in order to feel anything. Even saying I guess you wouldn't understand,
though, and I'm afraid I gave the wrong impression. No, I
think I do understand that now. And I also think I owe you an
apology for what for walking in here with a preconceived opinion, for being rude,
being wrong. I'm sorry forgive me, forgiven, forgotten, and come
back again, please regardless, I might on one condition. Yes, your
first name, would you mind it? It's Lilah. Thanks like that,
good night, good night. I caught a flash of movement from the corner
of my eye and whirled around, just in time to see somebody slip off
the corner of the terrace and edge into the shadows of the shrubbery. I
stepped off the porch and moved toward the dark hedge of banana scrub bomb.
I was watching for a sudden attack, but nothing happened. Then I heard
a slight sound on the next terrace level up the slope, A rustle of
bushes and accidental scrape of a shoe on the cement walk, and I slipped
along the walk. I stopped at the head of the steps and listened nothing.
The only way out of the patio to reach the street was to come
past me. I started searching, but even though I was on guard,
when the attack came and caught me off balance. All I could see was
a dark shape and the glint of metal at an upraised fist. I grabbed
the arm and twisted and rolled my left into his stomach. And again he
rode to his knees and raised his right hand, and again I saw the
glint of metal. I jumped on grammed his hand, twisted it back,
and at the same time I swung my kicked him out a jaw. Are
you all right? Yeah, I'm all right, Carl, Sergeant Reynoso,
would your lillah? It was out cold. I turned him over on his
back and struck a match to get a look at him. He was a
big man, stocky, bull neck, blonde haired. I slid my hand
inside his coat and fished out his wallet and opened it. His name was
Tompo Leanley. No, here's our star to tell you about Tomorrow's intriguing episode
of this week's story. Tomorrow we meet a Latin doll from Santa Monica,
an area nite bartender, and a Terpsichorean ectysiast, and they're all in the
cast. Join us, won't you? Yours True Johnny Dollar? Yours Truly
Johnny Dollar starring Bob Bailey is transcribed in Hollywood, written by Les Crutchfield.
It is produced and directed by Jack Johnstone. Be sure to join us tomorrow
night at same time and station for the next exciting episode of Yours Truly Johnny
Dollar. Roy Rowan speaking welcome back, Well. This is an episode that
shows the sort of two edged sword of Johnny's experience. He kind of knows
patterns and is able to recognize them, but sometimes can jump to conclusions that
things apply univer versely, and I think that that's behind the change of tone
with missus Klin. I don't think he's ruled her out as a suspect at
this point in the investigation, but for now he's giving her the benefit of
the doubt. These first two episodes are a lot about gathering information and setting
the stage, but with just enough action to keep it interesting and clothing the
very sudden encounter with Topo Leanley to wrap up episode two, and I think
that that also kind of serves to set the stage for bringing Leanley more into
the story, particularly as he may have a major rule to play, although
I will say I don't remember precisely how this one turns out yet, so
I'll be eager to see where this goes from here. Well, now we
turn to lessener comments and feedback, and we start on YouTube where Ron's her
right. Regarding the Amy Bradshaw manner, I've always wanted to order the inflatable
animals, but I guess the offer has expired. Also, I've always wondered
if the offer was real or a giant scam. This is a good question.
In terms of whether it's a scam, I would lean towards it being
real, at least in terms of them shipping out some product. Running nationwide
ads on CBS radio, even with the decline in advertising rates, would require
a lot of capital and probably more than a Eye by Night organization would possess.
Whether folks got something that was really worth it, I don't know,
particularly at that rate. What you may have bought may have been a bit
disappointing. Now I did do some research on line to see if I could
find any use sets or an open set, and I could not. But
I think that from the description it sounds less like something that a toy collector
would seek out and more like something that would go to the Goodwill without a
second thought. Plus the inflatable element would also make it likely for parts of
the set to get damaged. So if there are any toy collectors in the
audience who have had it or somehow encountered it, I'd like to know,
but I've not found one myself, and I do wonder what the quality of
it was. Then we have a comment from Geno, who writes the description
area is a good place to put all of the show deals. I listened
to a lot of old time radio, and most of the good channels take
the time to edit out all of the outdated commercials, especially the rexol and
cigarette commercials that we have heard a thousand times before. I will admit I've
never heard the huge Animals commercial and found it funny, but you get the
idea. I like to like, share and subscribe to channels that take the
time to make the experience better. Also, you will admit that some of
the Johnny Dollar autos are really long. They run out of material and you
get two or three minutes of theme songs, just suggestions. Respect the late
jam. Well, thank you so much, appreciate the suggestion. Now,
I have looked at some old time radio programs on YouTube, and to be
honest, I've not heard many that actually go ahead and edit out commercials.
Maybe I don't get to the best YouTube channels, but most seem to just
kind of post them verbatim and mostly do lavin commercials. There are some that
I cut, but most I end up leaving in because I find them interesting
and a lot of lesseners say they do a good job of capturing the era
and the feeling of what that was like. Now with these multipart Johnny Doller
episodes that there are some choices if you're going to do more than run a
single part at a time, and we do cut some parts of the program
file. Mostly it comes down to music, which involves cutting the opening scene
from middle episodes and cutting from the closing music or episodes that aren't a final
episode in a podcast, so we only hear the closing music on episodes two
and five. Now, I I have heard other websites. I don't know
if podcasts, but other people who have combined episodes have cut even more,
and my personal opinion personal feeling, no judgment on them. Certainly, I
can understand the philosophy of approach, but to me, it kind of seems
choppy. And again, it's a decision, and some might prefer that because
it's a bit quicker when it comes to the closing theme while it can go
on for a while. I'm not inclined to cut it because that was part
of the original listening experience and you know, I'm fine with cutting, you
know, from the middle episode so we can get into next episode. I
mean, there's no reason to listen to two minutes of theme music between episodes
one and two, But when you get to the end, I don't see
a reason for rush. I think certainly with modern day programming, the amount
of time for credits has been shortened, and I think that on network television
it was to add more ad space. They didn't do it so they could
add plot. They did it so they could keep kind of approximately the same
amount of plot but sell more advertising. And then it kind of got into
a bunch of the streaming services as like Hey, hey, hey, come
on, let's go ahead bench the next episode, bene, Bench Bene.
But to me, with older programs, it's just not something I go for.
In fact, I get a little annoyed. I know it's probably not
rationally annoyed. When I'm watching The Rockford Files and I get an offer from
the streaming service, who in the credits and skip to the next episode of
The Rockford Files and skip the opening credits. You do not skip the opening
credits of The Rockford Files as far as I'm concerned, And that'd be like
skipping the opening of the Eight Teams. So that's kind of my feeling on
that. I do care about listener experience. But if the listeners would rather
not listen to so much music at the end, they can do several things.
They can stop, you know, if they don't want to hear the
commentary, or they can hit the skip fifteen button on their player to go
ahead to the point where I get into the commentary, or they can speed
it up and have the music go by quickly, as well as getting a
few seconds of me talking like Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks. But if
I were to cut the theme music short, it would kind of leave people
with no choice but to be rushed through the theme music. I don't find
that enjoyable as a listener, and I wouldn't go with that option. But
you raise them in resting points and kind of glad to explain why we edit
things the way we do here. And then we have a comment from Eric
over on Facebook, and Eric writes regarding the Broadrick matter, I think,
hands down the best Johnny Dollar story. Maybe it was based on two other
episodes, but the way the writer slash adapter combined them was magic. Broadrick's
fear of being left is what caused her to leave everyone. The check writing
was part of her just giving up and deciding she must be a bad person
because she did such bad things, so she was going to do that.
However, she's generally a good person and she didn't have it in her.
Her inability to live with herself is what drove her over the edge. It
was very well done. I think that's kind of a muddled explanation, but
I think I got my point across. I would agree this serial, oddly
is the one where I decided to drop out of Johnny Doller on the last
run in hindsight, it's that I chose such a great episode to do so
on looking forward to what comes next one. Thanks so much, Eric,
and I'm glad you're going on. And I relate because I have had times
in my life where I've done things and I've come back, you know,
months or years later. And it's not that I don't think I did what
I did and I remember doing it, but I'm like, Okay, why
this doesn't make any sense to me at the present. And I've talked about
how we change over time, and I guess that's part of it. Finally,
we have a voicemail. Let's go ahead and take a listen to this
from Jonathan. Hi, Adam just found this phone number on a twenty fourteen
episode of Johnny Toller. Just wanted to tell you doing a great job of
everything. This is Jonathan from Las Vegas and keep up the good work.
Thanks so much, Jonathan. And I believe that I've received a few really
interesting emails for them Jonathan in Las Vegas. Not one percent certain it's the
same Jonathan, because they're probably more than one, but if so great to
put a voice to the emails. And I don't mention that as much,
but yeah, you can call leave a voicemail two O eight nine nine one
four seven eight three. That's two O eight nine nine one great d g
R eight D. Now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day,
and I want to go ahead and thank mister Achilles. Patreon supporters since
July of twenty twenty currently supporting the program at the Shawmas level of four dollars
or more per month, and that will actually do it for today. If
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be back on Friday with the conclusion of the Klan Manner, but join us
back here tomorrow for Dangerous Assignment where the works. I nose around inquiring about
Alice Chambers. Finally I learned that her rooming house is just around the corner.
I turned the corner. Then I spot a crowd in front of the
doorway, with a couple of cops pushing them back. On the edge of
the crowd stands a tall, skinny gent wearing a long black beard and a
long white toga. Excuse me, I'd like to get by, Oh,
my friend. You disappoint me. As I watched you approach, I thought,
here is a man of character, Surely he will not stoop to this.
Yet here you are yielding to the same morbid curiosity which is the common
denominator of the ignoramesis which our crafts and materialistic culture spews forth upon our sidewalks
in ever increasing multiple looks. Saved the lecture, professor, I do not
remember making your acquaintance. Yet you seem familiar with the title which my earnest,
but unfortunately too few students have bestowed upon me. Just psychic, I
guess, Hey, what's going on anyway? Merely another unfortunate instance of man's
inhumanity to man? Will you skip the double talk? Hey? Does Alice
Chambers live in this rooming house? A very profound question, my friend?
What's so profound about it? A question which has occupied the minds of philosophers
and theologians for centuries. Whither doth the soul take flight from the body's soul?
Body? Hey? Wait a minute, what are you talking about this?
Alice cham What about her? It would appear that at some time during
the course of the night she was murdered. Hope you'll be with us then.
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