 Johnny dollar. How are you Ralph? Where's that? So what's happened to Bertram Haskell? What's happened to him? What's the matter with the police? I don't know. All I know is that he wants you up there, now, right away. Well, as long as you're gonna pay the freight. Of course, Haskell's considerable insurance business. In other words, Johnny, it's because of Haskell, rather than the small policy on Ben Oliver. Oh, he was insured too. 15,000 straight life. Who, uh, who's the beneficiary? His wife, but that's beside the point. Is it? The point is to satisfy Bertram Haskell. Okay, Ralph, I'll see what I can do for you. Uh, Johnny. Yeah, especially the killer, huh? Yeah, Johnny. Sure. TBS 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. Munch, munch, munch of Frito's corn chips. 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The following is an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the deep down matter. Expense account item 16185 for a plane to Chicago than a flight to Houghton, Michigan, far up on the Q&O peninsula. It was mid-afternoon when I climbed off the plane and spent item 250 bucks deposit on a rental car. I got a highway map and directions to the Haskell Mine, then headed north on Route 41. Along the way, I passed all sorts and sizes of workings, including the famous Quincy Mine. It's supposed to have the largest hoist in the world. At that little town of Phoenix, I turned south and east on the side road but obviously was used for a lot of heavy trucking and I finally arrived at the camp. I guess you'd call it that, surrounding the Haskell Mine. There were seven or eight weather-beaten frame houses, a large barracks-like building, one fairly nice-looking brick home, a service building, tool shed, and garages. Sparing in the middle of everything was a big hole in the ground, above it a hoist, looking somewhat like a heavy wooden oil derrick with a big wheel on top of it. A group of men stood around wearing shock helmets. As for finding the office, what all I really had to do was follow the sound of what happened to be Mr. Haskell's booming voice. Having any respect for the dead, you try moving Mrs. Oliver out of that house of hers and I'll break your neck. Don't you realize that Ben Oliver had more to do with the success of this mine than anybody else than even I had? Well, get on over there and apologize to her. You need some new port, if some of those new men could hold some carpenters and build them. I'll go on, get over there and apologize to her. Well, who are you? What do you want? What's going on? That's right. Well? My name is Dollar. Dollar? Johnny Dollar? That's right. Well, why didn't you say so? I'm glad you got here, Dollar. You've got to clear this thing up. See the justice of Donald. Now, come in, come in. Come into the office so I can tell you what's happened around here. Yeah, sure. Believe me, I won't sleep, I won't rest until whoever. Well, sit down. Sit down. Thanks. Dollar, Ben Oliver and I have been working over this country together for years. Ben's brains and my money. Ben picked the spot for this mine. So I understand. Dollar, I've made and I'm still making a fortune out of it, in spite of the fact that it's a small operation. Ben Oliver? Yeah, Ben. I tried for years to make him my partner, so that he could fully share in this thing. But he wouldn't have it. Your scientist, then, was no real interest in money. So the best I could do was promise him a fat royalty for the rest of his life. But I've dreamed his life would come to an end so soon. What happened, Mr. Haskell? He was murdered down on the third sub-level of the mine in a stoke we'd discontinued working for a while because of some exploration he was doing in it. And you've no idea who or why, Mr. Haskell? If I or the police could find any possible reason for Ben's being killed, you might be able to pin it on one of the men who did it. You say... But as it is, we haven't even reason to lock up those men who could have done it. You say the man? Well, under the circumstances, it had to be one of the miners. One of the six who were on their way down the shaft and one of your cars. And yet, well, I said under the circumstances. But under the circumstances, not one of those six could have done it without the knowledge of the others. Well, how do you mean that? A single, carefully aimed shot dollar from some distance away, 15, 20 feet. Yeah? Struck him in the back, went directly into his heart. Just one shot, but it must have been carefully aimed. But... Well? Go on. That shot was made in utter and complete darkness. Oh, now, now, wait a minute. I know, I know, I know. Impossible, utterly impossible. But that's the way it happened. A modern fielder? 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The hoist by means of a continuously running cable works the ore cars up and down. Like buckets on a conveyor belt. Only they're detachable from the cable in order to fill them at the various levels, then bring them up and dump them at the surface. Now, just exactly where was Ben Oliver killed? 321 feet below the surface. From a third sub-level, what you might call a big room or cave down there. And remember, Dollar, then was shot in the dark. No lights down there? Ordinarily, yes. Plenty of them all over. You better tell me exactly what happened, Mr. Hanskel. Oh, better still. I'll take you down there, let you see things for yourself, and you'll see why it was quite impossible. Yeah, we'll see. The last shift has just come out of the mind, so we'll have it to ourselves. Whatever you say. You'll say you'd better wear one of these shock helmets and these gloves. Okay. And keep your top coat on. You'll find a cold down there. Right. Riding that ore car down into the bowels of the earth was something I won't very soon forget. It jerked and shook and shuttered its way down the narrow tracks. The noise was deafening. There was something eerie, something frightening about it, as we plunged on down. Picture yourself aboard a slow-moving, noisy roller coaster going almost straight down into utter blackness, and you'll have some idea of what I mean. Blackness, that is, except for the various levels we passed. All of them were strung with glaring electric lights, and I could see great caves, I believe you call them stoves, where the miners had cut away the ore. Heard sub-level. Hope where then was killed. There's big cavern in front of us. Yeah, apparently chipping away some samples of rock there at the side, back to the shaft. Well, now wait. You said it was dark in here when it happened, but there's enough light in here now. When was checking some of this ore for uranium? Uranium? This country? We've kept it secret. That is the possibility of it. I see. Well, go on. He sent a message up to me. He asked me to get his scintillator, a Geiger counter, and so on. I picked him up at his home and brought them down here with a man, the sixth man I mentioned. And? As we reached this level, as I was about to disengage the car from the cable, the lights here suddenly went out. I stopped the car in its noisy fashion, and then, after a minute or so, one of the men struck a match. Now, do you see this light switch? We found somebody pulled it. One of the men aboard the ore car. It had to be. Anyhow, I turned it on. We had light again. And there at the side, 15 or 20 feet away from us, lay the body of the man out there. Did you hear the shot? Above the noise of stopping the car? What's more, now? Doesn't anyone see the muzzle flash? No, no. You see, the weapon was a powerful air gun, a pistol of foreign make. We later found it at the bottom of the shaft. Minger prints? No, the men were all wearing heavy leather gloves. Did any of them actually see all over here before the lights were cut off? I saw them. And it all happened in a few seconds between the time the lights went out. You stopped the ore car and put them on again. In total darkness, one of those men was able to fire. The fire accurately shot the kill. No sign of a flashlight or anything like that? No. And I see what you mean about it being impossible. Nevertheless, it was done. And by one of the men aboard the car. And that's why I sent for you, dollar, in the hope that you, with some, can bring the killer to justice. Hmm. Well? Well, from here, Mr. Haskell, it looks like you handed me a pretty large order. Free of yours truly, Johnny Dollar in just a moment. Welcome, recording star Mel Tormey. It's terrible trying to sing with a bad cold. So I always take four-way cold tablets to relieve cold miseries fast. Good idea. Tests of all the leading cold tablets proved four-way fastest acting. 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I parked my bags in the guest room of his house, apparently lived alone there. During dinner, he told me more about Ben, about their close relationship, about all of his hope of finding enough good uranium ore to make the mining of it practical. However, in spite of his optimism, Dollar, it was all just wishful thinking on Ben's part. Well, certainly worth some further exploration, though, isn't it, Mr. Haskell? I doubt it. But we'll see. The important thing now is to find this killer. Do you feel a police were thorough enough in their investigation in their questioning of the men aboard that ore car? Those men all swore they loved Ben. There's nobody can prove otherwise. Even I can't prove otherwise, even to myself. Do you say the air gun was a foreign make? Yes. That any one of them could have got hold of it. There's a big foreign population in this area. I don't so understand. But unless the police can find out where it came from, to which of those six men it was sold, it's impossible, I'm afraid. And how do we explain that shot in the dark that so unerringly found its mark? I've been doing a lot of thinking about that. And maybe I've come up with a couple of ideas. Oh, good. I hope so. Where are the six men? I told you, beyond the general suspicion, simply because they were there, the police have had no reason to hold them. And maybe I'd better have a talk with them. Oh, by all means do. And if you're able to break one of them down... Let's, uh, wait and see. Yeah, I did have a couple of ideas about that impossible murder. I questioned the men without telling them my real status in the case. But more important, I talked to Ben, all of his wife. A quiet, gentle little woman. All in all, I felt she was taking the whole thing very well. Yes. Bertram Haskell was always very good to Ben, and it's... always rather domineering way. But why do you ask? Well, it's, uh, it's good to know what kind of a man I'll be working for, uh, if I take the job. Just be sure you look out for yourself, that you get full credit for any discoveries you made. Well, now, that, uh, doesn't quite tie in with what you just finished saying about Mr. Haskell, does it? Ben was so unselfish. Self-affacing. So easy to take advantage of. Oh, no, I shouldn't talk that way. You, uh, you sound as though you don't quite trust Mr. Haskell. Oh, please, I didn't mean that at all. I see. I understand your husband thought there might be uranium in this unlikely spot. He was sure of it, Mr. Darlin. He told you so? I typed out his report to Mr. Haskell. Oh. Do you remember what he said in it? Only that he was certain it had great commercial possibilities and that he... Only that he what, Mrs. Oliver? No, it isn't. It isn't nice the way I'm thinking. The way I was thinking then, so let's not talk about it. Well, uh, look, this job, Mrs. Oliver, do you realize that it might mean a great deal to me that if there's some reason why I shouldn't take it, would you share that you tell me? All right. You seem like a nice young man, so I'll tell you this. Yes. In the report, I may then say that he felt he should share in the uranium profits. The way he was not able to share in the money from the copper he discovered. I see. Thank you. Your husband had various instruments detecting uranium, didn't he? Yes, I'll show them to you. Oh, good. They're here in the closet. The things Mr. Haskell was taking down to him the day that he... Yeah, I see. Tiger collar. And I guess this thing is a scintillator. Yes. And this? Oh, it's some kind of a special light, I think. Black light? Yes, that's what he called it. And here are the shoes he was wearing. The nice, warm jacket. Wait a minute. This is black light. This thing is still working, and it is. Look, look, Mrs. Oliver. Why, yes. Why isn't that strange? The glow it makes on his... What is it? Oh, Mrs. Oliver, I believe it's the solution to a murder. I borrowed the scintillator, the counter, the lamp, and I put on the jacket he'd worn that day. Put it on underneath my topcoat. I went back to Haskell's home and told him I had a theory about how one of the men aboard that orcar could have aimed so accurately in the darkness of the mine. But then I'd like to check it out down underground. He didn't quite understand what it was all about, but he agreed to get down there with me again. Anything he said to help find the killer of his old friend. Pull the light switch, Donald? Yeah, that's right. Put out the lights so everything will be as it was the moment Ben Oliver was shot. Whatever you say, you sit down this detective with me for a moment. Sure, sure. Now, off with the lights, huh? Very well. Now, look, I'm going to feel my way to the spot where Oliver was working. And it should be right about here. Well... I'm taking off my topcoat, Mr. Haskell. Well, why? Because under it, I put on the jacket that Ben was wearing when he was killed. I see. Now, in a second or two, I'll turn around so the back of this jacket will be facing you. So that you can see it. See it? How? You'll see the spot in the middle of the back that was dusted with some radioactive material. Why, you? What are you talking about? Yeah. So that you can see it with the help of that black light. And I'm sure you have it in your hand by now. If you turned it on, Haskell. Yes, it's on. And I'm sure you can see the target on the back of this coat. The same as you can see it in the dark that they've been Oliver's killed. Catch it! Catch it, Haskell! Yes. A perfect target for you. I stayed in that coat over there. Darla, listen. Maybe there was uranium down here, huh? You knew there was. And you know the only way you could keep all of the profits from it was by getting rid of Ben Oliver. All right. All right, but listen, Darla. Oh, drop dead. And maybe you will, Haskell, if you try anything funny on the way back up to the surface. No. You see, this gun of mine is still loaded. Almost perfect crime. It called me in to back up this story of loyalty to Ben Oliver so that no one would ever question his taking over the uranium Ben had found. Expense account total including transportation back home 131.50. Yours truly, 20 dollars. Our star will return in just a moment. Constipation can be a problem for anyone, even doctors. And when constipation occurs, it's interesting to see just what doctors are important about a laxative they might use or recommend. Well, a majority of the doctors we heard from had this to say. A laxative should be effective, gentle, close to natural acting. A medicine that can be used with complete confidence. Now, X-Lax has been popular with many doctors and millions of people over the years because chocolate at X-Lax is effective. Overnight, it helps you toward your normal regularity. 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