 Hi, Paul. Welcome to San Francisco. Untact your back ship. Just about to. Oh, don't. Hop over to Virginia City, Nevada. Wait a minute, Paul. I just got here. Virginia City, the ghost town that's no longer a ghost of any other San Reno. Our man is Jake Walton. What's the problem? A gold rush. That was 100 years ago. Well, there's a new one right now. You're kidding. And all the same problems, including a couple of murders. They'll fly over there and see Jake Walton. All right. Brings you Mandel Kramer and the exciting adventures of the man with the action-packed expense accounts. America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. West Insurance Company, home office San Francisco, California. Following is an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the gold rush matter. $16 even for the flight to San Francisco and the hotel room. Item 2, 1815 for a plane to the busy, noisy town of Reno. One of the gambling and divorce capitals of the West as well as a business center for the mining and cattle industries. Item 3, 50-box deposit on a rental car. And with the afternoon sun at my back, I drove south and east to Virginia City. Colorful, fabulous monument to the rip-roaring days of the famous Comstock load, when a man's life all too often depended on how fast he could draw. And how well he could defend a rocky piece of desert land that he hoped would stretch out of vain with millions of dollars in gold-bearing quartz or the heavy blue mud that was rich in silver. A lot of the old landmarks are still there for the tourist trade. Piper's Opera House. You pick up a key at the Bucket of Blood saloon. The Crystal Bar. The territorial enterprise that carried the writings of Mark Twain. The gambling halls where instead of money on the tables, it was gold dust and nuggets. And on dark nights, I've been told you can see the ghosts of the Bonanza Kings pacing the streets. Fair, flood, and O'Brien. Mills, Gould, and McKay. A grizzled old character sitting on a rocker in front of the Bucket of Blood didn't even look up when I asked him directions. Well, son, Jake Walton's office is right there across the street on the side of the newspaper. Oh, yes, I see it now. Well, thank you very much. But he ain't there. Oh, I see. You don't have to know where I can find him, do you? Oh, I know. I wouldn't go there, son. Not if I was you. Why not? Them and the sheriff, they're out to the Scarlet Queen. That's a gold mine. The Scarlet Queen? Yeah. About halfway up to Six Mile Canyon over there. There's an old wagon track up to the pass. Can I navigate that wagon road in my car? That's a pretty new car you got there. Real pretty. No, sir. Take a horse or a burr unless you've got four-wheel drive. Jake Backely's stable down the end of the street. But don't you go to that mine. Why not? Well, there's been another killing out there like there's going to be more of them and more dynamite accidents like the one that done this to me. Did what to you? Didn't know to say. I'm blind. Stable after a lot of argument that I should stay away from the Scarlet Queen, I finally got hold of a horse by forking over a $200 deposit. Then I headed up into Six Mile Canyon, crooked and steep and there was a narrow pass to go through at the top. But from the pass, when I let the horse stop there for a breather, I could see the mine below me. There were two or three weather-beaten shacks right next to a platform with tracks on it that led into a hole in the sheer face of a cliff. A couple of jeeps in a beat-up old high-wheeled truck stood in front of the line of shacks. And a group of men were hauling a body out of an ore car to load it onto a truck, got off the horse and over behind a big boulder and nothing fled. Gunshot and come from my left and we're still coming and from someplace and somebody I couldn't see. I raised my head above the protection of the boulder, hoping to draw another shot to get a better idea where to start shooting myself. Nothing happened. Slowly, cautiously, then I worked around to the far edge of the boulder and carefully looked around the edge of it. Oh, Rick, that was in back of me. Don't move, stranger. What? You swing that gun of yours around this way and you're gonna be real dead. Mister, you dropped that little lemon squeezer you got in your hand, then up on your feet and turn around and face that rock. All right, why not? Go on, turn around. Face up to that rock with your feet apart. You put your hands up on it. You have the gun. Higher, get those hands up higher. You make one move, I pull this trigger. You're the boss. You're darn right I am. Okay, Jake. Jake, looks like you're gunning, Leona. That's a city man. Told you it wasn't nobody from around the Comstock. Looks like you're right, Leona. So watch him, Jake, huh? Real careful. He may be a tricky one. You got a good point there, Leona. So just to make sure he don't try and it tricks. You have to stay alert. Don't let drowsiness slow you down. Per cup. Per cup with no dose. The safe way to stay alert without harmful stimulants. Remember, when you're driving, working, studying and monotony makes you feel drowsy. Per cup. Per cup with no dose. No dose. That punch, when you know it's coming in from where you roll, the punch and I roll and I turn it. A lot of muscle for a city man. You now, pick up that handgun of mine for the barrel with your fingers and bring it over here. Yeah, yeah. Like he says, Jake. Yeah, yeah, okay. By the barrel now and be careful. Here, he on this good here. Jake, huh? Yes, sir. Jake Walton. What? And this here is Mrs. Jake Walton of Greater Southwest Insurance? Yes, sir. Me and Miss Leona, we was only up here account of this last accident of mine. Oh, no. And when we see you prowl- You mind telling us what you think is so gall-daring funny? Well, I'm sorry, ma'am. Look, my name is Johnny Dollar. Johnny, a nice reception. Well, we didn't know we thought you were the ones been making all this trouble up here. Oh, you did, huh? Yeah, that's a fact, Johnny. And listen, this one today makes the second killing. They're at the mine. Somebody's using dynamite at the wrong place in the wrong time. And, Johnny, it was one of those blasts that blew my Uncle Dave out of the shaft, and he's blind now on account of it. The blind man that I met in Virginia City in front of the bucket of blood? Yes, sir, Johnny. Dave Halver. That's what brought me here, Johnny, from off my dad's ranch to see if I could help him and help find out who's doing all of this. And when Jake and I heard the shots up here, who were you shooting at, Johnny? Just a couple of rattlesnakes I saw him. This time of year? Mm-hmm. Well, to think I almost aimed the rifle at your head because of what I thought you were. I'm glad you didn't. Yes, so am I, Johnny. This gal can shoot the eye out of a knack. Would have killed you, sure. And I guess nobody would have blamed him much either. Knowing what's been going on and not realizing who you were, I was hoping she would hit you. I would have been terrible. And sure would. Now, tell me just exactly what's been going on around here, Jake. Well, look, I see the sheriff's leaving with Jerry's body now. So let's go down there to the mine and I'll show you. All right, let's go. Steve's was a small but very old mine away from the main body of the Comstock load, but once considered a fairly profitable maverick offshoot of it. That's a step, Johnny. There's a big vertical hole along here. And if you ever fell into it, then see it there. Yes, yes, I see it, Jake. Just keep that lamp of yours on the ceiling. It will be OK. Johnny, you want to kind of give me a hand? Sure, be glad to. Here you are. Still not exactly used to being around inside of these mines. They never did have any business opening up this one again. Oh, and I'll check. It never will pay off. Uncle Dave thinks it will. And he ought to know on account of really ought to belong to him. Should it, me ought to? Sure, if that crooked lawyer hadn't fixed it, so now as it belongs to Ski Lambert. Well, I'm not so sure that lawyer wasn't right, Lee. So Uncle Dave ends up working for him till that dynamite hits him down here and blinds him. Yeah, well, maybe it was like the New York Keystone mine, the other side of town, that started this latest gold rush now. How do you mean? The original shaft was sunk back in 70 by some fellas who didn't even own the property. So all the owners had to do was wait until the shaft was finished, then take over. Oh, easy now. What started this few gold rush, Jake? Oh, from the price of gold, I guess. A lot of the old mines may be opened up again. $30, $40 a ton or more. I see. I'm OK. I'm on solid ground again. Yeah, she'll be glad with me. Get the elevator working again in this dynamite. That's it. You're here to catch me, Johnny. Oh, any time. Any time. I'm afraid I'm too heavy for you. You sure you didn't do that on purpose? If I had, would you mind? I was hoping you had. Hold off, set her down, Johnny, and let's get on with this. Would you mind your own business, Jake Walton? There was a spot on the tunnel that was completely short in, with 12 by 12s. Where an old sign passies give way. There's no rubble on the floor of the tunnel. They looked as though it had been literally blown away. And the accurate smell of dynamite still lingered in the air. Well, they tracked for some ore car. Yeah. And then all of a sudden, a stick of dynamite would go off. First one of them killed Harry Beller, another one blinded Uncle Dave. And then just before you come, young Jerry Lambert, the nephew of the owner. Let me have that lamp a minute, Jake. For sure. Here, I want to see this. All right, that's that. But can we find our way out of here now without a light? Sure we can. Jake? Sure we can, Miss Leona, but, uh, yes. We better be mighty careful about that hole we have to skirt around up in the tunnel above. Uncle Dave, Johnny, and. It's kind of invitation I like, Leona. Good. OK. I won't try to compete with a perky gal. But I think I better stay with Jake. But why? That is if I may borrow this jeep for a while tonight. It's the Virginia City side. And more important, so was the shortcut. Yes, and using that shortcut this afternoon, somebody who'd seen me there in town could easily have beat me to the pass and been waiting for me. But who? And did Jake and Leona have some reason for not taking me down to the mine while the sheriff was still there? Well, thank you, Jake. Have some more, Mr. Dollar? No, no. Then you men just run along and I'll wash up the dishes. Didn't you say you had to meet with somebody tonight, Jake? I can have the keys to your jeep, then, Jake. Oh, sure. Yeah. But wouldn't you'd rather use my c-dan? Let's say the jeep is more romantic. In a distance, but who would be using a gun this time tonight? Slanting shaft was perfectly clear as far as I could see in it. I went around to the main entrance, into the tunnel there, down the ladder to the second level, and this time I looked at those heavy, shoring timbers carefully. Yes, in one spot where the side tunnel would be, instead of a 12 by 12, was a little square of 1 by 12. On a hinge, a door where somebody could throw in a stick of dynamite and kill whoever was working in there. I hung the ladder from the ceiling on that side tunnel. I touched the ladder to make it swing, to look as though I were there. At least I ran back and up the ladder, but as I reached the upper level. And come on. Let's get back to town. Let somebody find him there in the morning. That's all I need to know. Tasting cigarettes. Treat your taste kindly with Kent. Tasting cigarettes. Treat your taste kindly with Kent. Want to give up rough tasting cigarettes? Treat your taste kindly with Kent. Smoke Kent. A filter famous lets you get away from cigarettes that sometimes taste too strong, too harsh, too rough. Because Kent, with a micronite filter, refines away harsh flavor. Refines away rough taste for the mildest taste of all. If you want to get away from strong, harsh tasting cigarettes, change to Kent. Remember, the finer the filter, the milder the taste. Treat your taste kindly with Kent. Smoke Kent. The micronite filter, cigarette. You drop around tonight. You can tell by the voice. That's right. I'll go in the kitchen and fix up a drink. Sit down, Johnny. Make yourself comfortable. Yeah, sure, boy. It's a tourist these days, but you waited a bit. As though I was simply going to imperceptibly start moving his hand. You couldn't stay away from this garlic queen mind this afternoon. You did, huh? Shouldn't, huh? Because of what you said. It's your blindness. Because you saw that I was. And that's what told me the blind actor's a phony to back up your tail that you would have been Skeet Lamber at the owner. Doesn't need to, Johnny. Don't move, because I got this one. And merely a little. Expense account total, including the yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Anywhere in the country where you see the Sinclair sign, you can save up to $0.04 a gallon on gasoline by using Sinclair Dyno. That's because in three out of five cars, regular price Sinclair Dyno matches the performance of expensive premium gasoline costing up to $0.04 more a gallon. Drive with care and buy Sinclair Dyno gasoline. Also featured in our cast were Cliff Owen, music supervision by Gene Sines. Sound patterns by Walter Otto. Technical direction, Michael Shaskis. 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