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I'm going to drive carefully and it usually does, but a few minutes ago on WSPB when I heard the radio news report, it was about a man who was found dead in his car on the edge of a swamp. Oh, well, maybe that explains why. The radio said he was found just off the Tammy Army trail somewhere south of here. I don't know exactly where. And you think maybe that's what he went out to see about him? No. Well, listen, unidentified, they said, the man, I mean. But the car, the description of the car, it was exactly like arrows. Well, so what? Now, take it easy, Mike. First you call WSPB. I did. Only they didn't know any more than they said in the news report. OK, then call them again and ask them where they got that story. Whatever news service they got it from, knows where it came from, what police department, or maybe they got it from the police director. All right, Johnny, I'll phone them again. Sure. If you get the information, you can call the police director. Yes, yeah, yeah, I'll do it.

I'm sorry, I found it so upset. Oh, well, just stop worrying. But go ahead and put through that call to the station anyway. Meantime. Yes. Meantime, I'll find out how soon I can get a plane down there. CBS Radio brings you Bob Bailey in the exciting adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yours, truly. Johnny Dollar. Expense account submitted by Special Investigative Johnny Dollar. Attention, Earl Porman at the Tri-State Life and Casual Decority Service, Ota, Florida. The following is an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the false alarm matter.

Expense account item 1, 7960, taxi, and a plane out of Hartford. The connections were perfect. The trip was easy. And by mid-afternoon, I was at the Porman home on St. Armand's key in service of good. Johnny, how are you, sweet guy? Okay, now Mike, you better tell me what you learned when you call back to that city. Oh, Johnny, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me, being so worried about him. You mean that Earl is okay? But the way he rushed out of here this morning without telling me where he was going or why. And when I heard that awful report on the radio, did check back with W.S.P.B. They called me. Oh. Yes, right after I'd finished talking to you. And Johnny, they were wondering. How do you mean? Well, they'd realized I was upset because of my having called them before, so they'd check that news report all the way back to the police who'd found that man, Dad, and he's caught from a heart attack. And? Well, it was the police in Vanita Springs that's down below Fort Myers.

Yes, the car was like girls, but the dead man's name was Jensen or a Benson or something, so all my worry was for nothing. Oh, well, I'm glad you kind of had me worried too on the way down here. I love that guy, Johnny, like nobody else in the world. Oh, I don't blame you a bit. And now you've come all the way down here for nothing. Well, maybe I'll talk him into taking me fishing. Where is he then? What? Well, after all, if he left early this morning, you... Still haven't heard from him? No. No, Johnny, I haven't. And look, after four o'clock. Oh, easy, Johnny. And Johnny, this isn't like him. Not to at least call or something. Now, don't start worrying that pretty headier is again over nothing. But if he told me where he was going or why, he was in such a hurry, and with all these crazy drivers on the road, this time... But Johnny, here's... Look, now, I kind of like that guy too. And if you'd given me just one honest reason to be concerned about him, eh?

Oh. Ah, you see? That's probably Earl calling you right now. Oh, dear, I... I hope so. Sure, of course it is. I'll bet on it. Well, go ahead, answer it. But if it isn't, if it's the police or something... Oh, Jay, I'll take it. Mike, listen to me. Who is it, Johnny? Look, listen, I'm sorry, not to have called. It's Earl. But I've been tied up on a pretty serious matter down here. What kind of matter? It could be a murder, one of my policyholders, so put in a call for me to Johnny Dollar up in Hartford. Ask him to get here as fast as he can. You get that, Mike? Tell him not to bother stopping there at the house, but to meet me down here. Down where, Earl? Or maybe you can meet him at the airport and drive him. What? What did you say? Well, I simply asked you down where. Oh, well, down here there. What? Who's that? Well, keep talking, Earl. No, wait. What is this? I mean, who are? Uh, Johnny?

That's right. All right, now look, somebody's trying to... Is this some kind of a game? Well, just exactly. Where are you? You haven't been very definite so far. OK, OK. It's 97, 27 sunny Vail Road. It's off the highway below Venice, but now listen. Well, if Michael let me use her car, I'll be down there in jig time, OK? Who are you? I told you. But it isn't possible. Just keep your shirt on. How could it be? Why don't you sit there and patiently try to figure it out? You're a rascal. Well, Johnny, if you really are, Johnny, look, say something more. Talk to me some more. Earl, surround down. I've done a business. What? Yeah, try figuring that out, too. I know I can. Well, everything OK now, Mike? Yeah, am I really sure. But, you're a rascal. Have you ever put Earl into the department of utter confusion? I drive. I'm sure you succeed. So far, I may use your car. I'm quite human. Maybe I better hit the road before Earl has a chance to call back. Yes. You do that. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

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America's best-selling filter cigarette. Winston tastes good like a cigarette shirt. And now, act two of yours truly, Johnny Dollar and the Fossil arm matter. The address earlier given me on Sunnyvale Road turned out to be a huge, expensive home of white brick and stucco. Surrounded by well kept lawns and gardens with a lot of stenchery. Tall palm trees lined the driveway and there was every conceivable kind of tropical tree. Quite an estate. Two cars were parked up front, Earls, and another one that looked familiar with a doctor's tag on it. They all met me at the front door. After learning how come I happened to be in Florida, he got straight to the point. But now come inside, Johnny. Yes, sure. It was Dr. Crutcher who called me, dragged me over here. You remember him? Sure do. Lives just up the street for me one way. Yes. Well, Doc is here now and he can probably tell you more about this than I can.

Well, Earl, you said something about a possible murder. Crutcher has been the family doctor. Has taken care of Linda ever since she was a little girl. Linda? Which is to say, since long before she inherited the family chemical business, made it pay off and married Frank and built this beautiful home. Frank, who, Earl, has wrong a marriage as there could possibly have been? Frank was after Linda's money, that's all. And everybody in the world seemed to realize it but she. Yeah, but who's to argue when love comes along? Love. Don't kid yourself. It was out of pity for Frank that Linda married him, made him president of the plant. Typical of her though. What do you mean? Harry Forester, chief chemist and VP. Not because he knows anything about it, but because she felt sorry for him after she turned him down in favor of Frank. Jim Tucker, Bill Price, Art Higby, sitting there in their fancy offices collecting big salaries.

And only because he'd known them as kids, heard their sob stories and wanted to help them. And that plant makes money? Only because Linda really ran things herself. Now that she's dead. Well, I'm sorry to have got so far away from why I'm glad you're here. Sorry, Earl, the more general background I can get in a case like this. If it is murder. And I'm absolutely certain now that it is. I'm glad to see you, John. How are you, Doc? Glad you could make it. Though how you got down here so quickly. Well, maybe Earl will tell you about that later. Yes. Now, look here. Doc led me across the room to the bed. Lying there was the body of Linda. Even in death, she was beautiful. And I must have said something to that effect under my breath. Yes, she was, Johnny. She is now, but not when Earl and I first arrived. Oh. Her body was twisted as though in pain eyes wide the pupil's dilated.

That sounds like cyanide. But look at her now. That's right. So I decided it must have been something far more subtle. Something that would leave no obvious indication after a couple of hours. Possibly, potassium, thermal isolate. Oh, I'm afraid I never heard enough. Symptoms are much the same as cyanide, but now as you see the body is relaxed. And what color is left? Well, another doctor not knowing her history might have come to the same conclusion as the maid when she called me and said that Linda was having a heart attack. That's why Doc had me come along with him, Johnny, in such a hurry. What do you mean? A heart attack? Linda? Oh, I see. So I immediately made some tests. Well, ever since you've gotten me interested in forensic medicine, Johnny? Well, I told you it'd make the best medical detective in the world, Doc. Well, I carry quite a bit of equipment about in my car. And I'll bet it even includes that ubiquitous microscope of yours. Yes. Anyhow, I found definite indications now of potassium, thermal isolate.

Well, how is it given to her? I said indications, Johnny, not traces of it. So? And other people not to see what showed traces of it. But then how are we going to, well, isn't poison usually given in food? I have checked the silverware every piece of China, every utensil in the house. No sign of it. And she hadn't been out of the house. But now, don't forget this, Johnny. Yeah. Just one good breath from a PTM crystal could produce death in a matter of minutes. What about the servants? There must be servants in a place like this. There are. And I've questioned all of them. Nothing. You mind if I talk to them? By all means, Johnny, do so. Most of all, I wanted to see the servants, see what they were like, and, well, I must admit, they all convinced me they'd been completely devoted to their mistress, that not one of them could possibly have been accessory to this murder. The last one I talked to was Irene Linda's personal maid, who'd been with her, helping address when the end came.

And I was at the closet getting her shoes for her. Oh, where was she then? She's sitting there at the dressing table. Oh, dear. She had fixed up her hair, and she was putting some perfume on herself before getting into the dressing room. Wait a minute, please. And then she clutched at her heart, and she screamed. Yeah. Irene, thank you. Thank you. That'll be all. And she was gasping, and I helped her over to the bed. That's why I'm not done. Hey, listen, Doc. Yes, Johnny? Let me see, let me see. Yeah, here. This perfume bottle with a stopper lying here beside it. Yeah, here, Doc. Yeah. No, no, don't sniff it. What? Looks to me like it's empty. Sure it is. No. But, Doc, can you run a task? Can you tell if it's ever had a crystal or that potassium-thera stuff in it? Oh, yes, Johnny. Okay, now, Earl. You seem to have known quite a bit about Linda, whatever her name is. Well, I should. Well, maybe you can come up with some idea about who might be suspecting this thing.

Of course I can. If you and Doc will give me half a chance to get a word in it, who? But it's the proof you've got to get for it. Oh, Earl. Look, I told you about her marriage. The reason for it, didn't I? Huh? And who else would have access to this rare drug that Doc is talking about it? And who else will get hold of the chemical plant now that she's gone? Earl. Of course, Johnny. Her husband, Frank Hanson, he's the only suspect. Earl is right, Johnny. And where is he? He left here early this morning ostensibly to go to the plant. He hasn't been seen there. Hanson. That means only one thing. He skipped. But if you can find him, if you can prove he did this, isn't he? There was potassium, thera malicellate in this butt. Wait a minute. Hanson. What? She said a name like Jensen or a Benson or something. Oh, what are you talking about? Earl, I'm sorry, but I got to hunch this prime suspect of yours is also very dead.

Act three of yours truly, Johnny Dollar, in just a moment. Here's a reminder to you that March is Red Cross Month. There are a lot of facts in print about the effective, broad battle. The Red Cross wages to overcome human problems all year around. It's not likely at this late decade that anyone has to sell the Red Cross. It might be an order, however, to remind our listeners to send that annual check to your local Red Cross chapter. Now act three of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. I made a phone call to police lieutenant Paul Briscoe at Bonita Springs. Yes, it was the body of Frank Hanson. They'd found in that car off the Tammy Amy Trail. Apparently he'd just been driving along in his way to the plant, smoking a cigarette, when his heart suddenly... Huh? That's right.

The cigarette just fell to his left and burned up, Ash. I told him to run a test on the other cigarettes they'd found with the body. A test for PTN. About an hour later, the lieutenant called me back. You were right, Mr. Dollar. It was no heart attack that killed him. It was that poison. Then I talked with Dog and Earl about the personal side of Linda's life, about her love affairs over the years. And yeah, sure enough, a one man who threatened all sorts of things if she married somebody else. But it was still the matter of getting proof for a confession. Yes, what is it, Johnny? What do you think of? Dog, I'm going to need your help. You know I'll do anything again. Let me think. Let me think for a minute. Hey, listen. Can you concoct something out of those chemicals you have there? Something that will say make a kind of stain after a few seconds if you put it on your hand? Well, I don't know, John. Yes, yes, maybe there is. Yes, a combination of this colorless dye of the small amount of fairest hand. Yes, of course it will. A combination, go ahead. But what for, Johnny?

Because I'm going to play this, hunt your mind at the end. But we need some... A tiny sponge or a piece of gauze that will absorb one of those two chemicals that I can, well, I can tape it inside a finger on the left hand. Why? Anything you say, Johnny? The other chemical, well, just keep it in the bottle until I'm ready to use it. Johnny, do you mind telling me what you're up to? Sure I mind. Just get that stuff ready for me, Dog, and we'll take off. A few minutes later, the three of us and Earl's car drove down to the chemical plant. Fortunately, the chief chemist, Harry Forester, was still there. I was introduced, shook hands with him, with both my hands. Then we took him into a private office and I went to work on him. I'm afraid I don't understand what this is all about, Mr. Dollar. Insurance investigator, did you say? Yeah, that's right, Forester. Now listen to me. You know very well. If Linda Hansen were to die. Linda? Die. I haven't forbidden. Ah. I, uh, I was in love with Linda one time.

Very much in love. With Linda or her money. I beg your pardon, you know that's true, Harry. Pullman, I resent asks. Sit down, Forester, and take it easy. Okay, now. If Linda were to die, I would assume that her fortune, including this plant, would go to her husband, Frank. Frank? Well, well, of course it would. But what do you bring up? To, uh, suppose Frank were to die too. You'd kind of be next in line, wouldn't you? I? Of course you would. After all, you were next in line in her affections, weren't you? Well, Dollar, I don't see as I... Why aren't you ambitious guy like you? You mean you didn't even rate next to Frank? Of course I did. Then you'd be next in line, wouldn't you? Well, suppose I were. What difference does it make? And you just happen to know where to get your hands on PTM? PTM? PTM? Potassium thermosolar light. You do have it here, don't you? Well, I, uh, I would assume so.

That is a chemist? And you aren't sure? Well, of course we have it. But, uh, I've never had occasion to go near this stuff. Never? Be sure of that. Absolutely. Quite frankly, I'd be afraid of any proximity to such a drug. Never touched the stuff, huh? Never. May I have the bottle, please, Doctor? There you are, Johnny. That is PTM. Now you know it comes in crystal form. Oh, yeah. No, for us to hear this is just a harmless... Oh, I'm afraid I spilled some of it on your hands. You certainly did. Oh, that's all right. Wipe it off. It's already begun to do its work. What? That bluish tin. It's a positive proof that you've been handing PTM. You... You sure? Yeah. That you somehow got into this perfume bottle on some of Henry cigarettes. Well... And then... You know... That's right. I want to call the police, sir. Sure. No. So you're right.

So I killed them both. But I'm not going to be dragged through the filthy courts and neither you nor anybody else. Now you don't... Here. Look. It's tiny capsule he was about to swallow. Yeah. What do you think, Doc? Hmm. Well, of course I can't be sure whether those crystals certainly look like it. PTM. PTM. So, it'll be up to the courts whether Harry Forrester likes it or not. And believe me, I'd hate to be in his shoes. Well, I keep wondering... why don't they ever learn? Expense account total including a gift to the Mormons for putting me up for a few days, while Earl and I did some fishing... 161 even. You're just truly sunny-dollar.

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Now, here's our star to tell you about next week's program. Next week, a lesson in how to rob a bank. You think I'm kidding? Well, I'm not. You see, it's also a lesson in how to get caught doing it. Matter of fact, it involves a modern clever scientific device that not very many people know about. If more of them did, well, believe me, there'd be a lot less futile attempts at bank robbery. And it's this very device that helps me solve the case, I investigate, by providing a picture, a simple snapshot that didn't turn out, but that gave me all the evidence I needed. Join us, won't you? Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Guess who. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Starring Bob Bailey, originates in Hollywood

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