 Johnny dollar. Well, hi, old Johnny. Hmm. It's your old cousin Luther cousin Luther Luther and a role in Asheville. Oh sure for state insurance company. How are you Lou? Able Johnny, tolerable. But we've all got me a problem. What kind of problem? A Henry's sweetwater problem on a kind of accident policy for sodium. Well, if you told him a policy and he's had an accident, I'm afraid you stuck with it. Yeah, even if that accident was on purpose. Oh, yes, sir. I think that old man's sweetwater is trying to take us. That's what if you can come on down here and prove it, Johnny. Well, that's proud, you know. Okay, Luther. I'm on the way. DBS radio network brings you a Mandel Kramer and the exciting adventures of the man with the action fact expense account. America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yours truly Johnny dollar. Expense account submitted by special investigator Johnny dollar to four state insurance company Nashville, Tennessee office following as an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the hood of death matter. That's account item one five eighty for a cab to Bradley Field. Item two fifty eight thirty six plain fare. Thanks to a good air connection from New York was only a few minutes afternoon when we circled in over Nashville passing the tower of station WLAC. National is a beautiful city set in a bowl shaped valley surrounded by lush wooded hills straddles the Cumberland River retaining its quiet old South charm. We landed at Barry Field Airport item three a dollar seventy for a cab into the Binkler Andrew Jackson hotel where I parked my luggage and a couple of minutes later met Luther Penny Royal in front of his office. Okay, now, Johnny, this cheap chiseled and conniving client of ours is an old crook by the name of Mr. Henry Sweetwater. Don't let that name fool you. Why a crook, Lou? Well, he made himself a pile of money with a lot of snide property deals. You should say that if you could outsmart Sweetwater, you could outsmart the devil himself and it's true. Oh, I see. And know how he'd try and cheat us. Maybe I was wrong and right enough an accident policy with all the special clauses he demanded. Wait a minute. What kind of an accident we had? Well, he said he was hit by a car down to where he lives. I think you don't believe it. No, sir. I think he faked it. Just to get his hand back in again and outsmart somebody and get a doctor looking over. Yes, sure. And on account of he carried his little act too far, he did get a busted arm. Well, I just don't believe it was any accident. And Dr. Haraway don't need it and all the extra stuff that he's claiming. And when you see him and talk to him and see what a conniving old Foxy is, you won't think so neither. All right, then. Why don't we go see the Arjani. Here's my car. Get in. Name of this town, Laverne, did you say Lou? That's right. About 10 more miles. Sweetwater's home. You keep calling him old. How old is it? Seven to seven. Oh, lives alone, does it? No, sir. He's married to the prettiest young gal you ever did see. He is. And I'll tell you this too, Johnny, if he hadn't come along with all his money, I wouldn't try to marry up with Bill and me, my son. Wait a minute, Lou. There could be a familiar passion there. You think she might have married him for his money? Y'all want the truth? I rather believe she did. In other words, if he were to have a fatal accident. Oh, no, listen, Johnny, you're trying to say that Bill and me are the pretty young wife of something before you know. No, she couldn't. Don't be too sure. Maybe she did marry him for a month. She's staying with him on a con if she loves him. Well, we'll see. And I guess that's the only reason I haven't gotten hitched up with her sister, Pata Jane. What do you mean? Now, Pata Jane wants money too, in addition to what they give her to live on. Wait a minute, if she too would benefit if something happens to him. No, no, no, Johnny, she's just a kind of member of the family. And no, no, what's the matter with this car? Maybe a bad plug. Yeah, anyhow, the reason I called you is I think old Sweetwater knows I'm wise to him, see. And if he does, Johnny, there is nothing but nothing that old rascal wouldn't do to keep me from proven he's trying. Now, what is the matter with this thing? Listen, you'll hear that from the road. Come on, pull over, hurry. Sounds like it's under the hood. Just don't talk. Stop her. Come on, now let's get that hood up. Sure, Johnny. See here. What's all the excitement about? There it is. Yeah, now. That was a phone? Yeah, uniquely wired up to your ignition. Come on, Lou. Let's get down there and see him. Only a bit more now, Johnny. Oh, come on, shook up. With those calls. I told you, Johnny, if he ever got wise that I was wise to him, something like this might happen. Well, we'll be there soon. Go on, Lou. You were telling me about Sweetwater's so-called accident. Well, he claims that after the car hit him, he'd just lay there at the bottom of this hill until Bill and May come driving up two, three hours later from shopping up to Nashville. So, on top of his broken arm, he's claiming chalk, disability, and everything else he can think of. But what, I'm going to claim after what happened back there. Well, you just wait. Doesn't make any sense, though, Lou. It don't, huh? Oh, well, you've seen. Who would have wired that thing up for him? Who is this Dr. Caraway you mentioned? He's even older than Sweetwater. He used to be an off-dale cat. But I've seen this for him when he couldn't find any sign of an accident. No tire marks or nothing. Well, he's the one called me up. And then when Sweetwater wouldn't give us some real facts about the accident, or how it come he didn't hear the car coming at him, or how come he didn't take a look at it when it hit him. If it was a car that hit him, well, then I knew he was faking it. Now, look, right about here just before we turn up the hill to the house is where he says it happened. That's a nice modern house up there. Two car garage. One for Bella May and one for Pada Jane to use when she comes to visit. And you see that smoke out of that chimney? From a fireplace this time of year? Even this time of year. You'll cook just sit there in front of this fire figuring out ways. This ever happened to you. You're driving down a long highway or working late and then monotony makes you feel drowsy. Perk up with no dose. No dose keeps you alert with the same safe refresher found in coffee. Yet no dose is faster, handier, more reliable, absolutely not habit forming. The safe way to stay alert without harmful stimulants. No dose. We should not only blew out the chimney end of the living room, but the force of it stopped our car in its tracks. Fortunately, there was no fire only a rain of bricks, mortar and glass. Then as we jumped out of the car, we saw him pottering through what was left of the front door. Johnny, look, that's him old Henry Sweetwater. He's still on his feet. Uh oh, not anymore. Come on. He's still alive. We've got to get him to a doctor. Within two minutes, not only Dr. Caraway, but half the population of LaBurne were there. They'd heard the explosion and come running. The doctor and I carried Henry Sweetwater upstairs and put him to bed. The doctor said Sweetwater was going to be okay, so Lou and I went downstairs and looked around for the cause of the explosion. Dynamite. That's what it was, Dr. Caraway. Yes, sir, Mr. Dollar. You're right. It was dynamite. I could smell it plain as days when we got here, same as you did. Apparently, Dr., it went off right here in the fireplace. But why didn't you kill him? I came out because he wasn't sitting right in front of it. How do you know, Johnny? Bits of his clothing in the doorway to the kitchen. See? Much of light of the fire decided to get something in the kitchen, made it far enough to save his being blown to bits. You're right. And you see, Johnny? See what? He waited till his sorrows come in, threw in the dynamite, then got far enough away so it wouldn't hurt him too bad. Mr. Dollar, you think that he did it? No, I certainly don't. Lou, that, that cockeyed theory about his trying to hurt himself is just exactly that. Completely cockeyed. Somebody is out to get him. Looks that way now. But why, Johnny? I don't know, yes. Do you? Or you, Dr.? No, sir. And if that same person planted the bomb that we found in Lou's car. Bomb? Yes, sir. Apparently, they keep blowing me from getting here. Or maybe, maybe it was meant for you, Johnny. Well, that's a possibility, I guess. Anyhow, as soon as Mr. Sweetwater comes to, I want to ask him a few things. Well, now, that may not be for quite a while now. Why not, Dr.? Well, you see, I gave him a little sedative. But just a weak one, economy's hard. Oh. He has a heart condition? No, no, no. Not, not really. Not bad. But a man of his age. Not good, neither. You all ask me if a shock of all this don't bring on another heart attack. I just, I just hope it don't kill him. But no, Johnny. Yeah. I still don't get it. If he himself didn't set off that dynamite, being all locked up alone in here, who did? That's a good question, Lou. And he had been locked inside that house. It was the first thing I checked on. Doors, windows, everything. And there were dead latches on the doors that had to have been locked from the inside. Unless, of course, there was somebody with a key who might, yes, somebody with a key. Only one got a key is Ms. Billy Mays, her own wife and her sister, Ms. Patty. Tell me this, Dr., did he always lock himself in when he was alone here? You mean all them dead latch locks he'd put on when he first come here? Yes. No, sir. After he got to know the place and the neighbor folk, why Henry was always hoping they'd drop in and keep him company. The place was always wide open. In other words, he was afraid of something today or someone. Someone that come here and actually try to kill him? Didn't somebody try it with a car? But Johnny, like I say, with him alone here and all the one who could plant that dynamite. Oh, wait, no. You all suppose somebody could have called on him before and put in a device? A timer, you mean to set it off? No, no, doctor. There have been traces of it. But don't you see what you're doing, man, Johnny? You're saying that he himself had to throw that stick of dynamite in there. Wait a minute. Maybe he did. Then try to kill himself? No. No, I'm thinking of an old trick of a 49ers, doctor, during the gold rush days in California, where dynamite was plentiful. Why? A common trick to get rid of a claim jumper was, come on, Lou, we're going to take a look at the wood pile. Wood pile? That's right, come on. We found them, half a dozen logs that somebody is going to work on with a brace and bit. Bored a hole in each one, lengthwise, pushed in a stick of dynamite, then plugged up the end. Hey, you just look there, Johnny. They're all right here together for somebody could sneak them out without disturbing the rest of the pile. And then find them on top for the old man to pick them up and take them inside. All right then, Lou, all we have to find out now is who. Because if he's tried the murder of the old man twice, he'll try it again. He, Johnny. He, she, whoever it is. It's better about smoking with the taste of Kent Kent. With the micronite filter. We find the way harsh flavor. We find the way hot taste. It makes the taste of a cigarette mild as a balmy day in the month of May. Can't eat the best or the flavor you like. Can't eat the best or the flavor you like. We find the way harsh flavor. We find the way hot taste. It makes the taste of a cigarette mild as a balmy day in the month of May. Can't eat the best with the micronite filter. Can't eat the best with the micronite filter. Can't eat the best. It feels better about smoking with the taste of Kent Kent. With the micronite filter. We find the way harsh flavor. We find the way hot taste. By the time Lou and I got back in from the wood file, Billy May had come home. And I make no bones about it. Up till then, she'd been my number one suspect. As I watched her there, caring for him with a gentleness and devotion that you couldn't say can then talk to her later. And I've telephoned my sister, Patty Jane, Mr. Dollar to come on up here. Oh. Yes, sir. You see Patty's done some nursing. Between us, we can watch over him every single minute until he's all well again. What's a good idea, Mrs. Sweetwater? Oh, just call me Billy May, please. All right, Billy May. Oh, and I sure am glad that Dr. Caraway got here so soon. I thought the town was here within minutes. But if he isn't much of a doctor anymore, he's a sweet old man. And I think it's just fine of him to let bygones by bygones and take care of Henry this way. Bygones? Oh, now I better go on up again and make sure he's comfortable. Oh, and Johnny. Yes. We have Dr. Caraway gone home for supper and we have Lou Fennaral gone back to Nashville. I don't know why with Patty Jane coming. Well, after what's happened, if maybe you'd stay around a while, even after Patty gets here. Sure, I'll be glad to. Oh, thank you. I wanted to meet Patty Jane because she too would reap substantial benefits from Henry Sweetwater's death. She arrived and although she was a good deal like Billy May in many ways, attractive, well spoken, there were important differences. This was a cool, calculating, practical one. Her care of the old man was calm, quiet, efficient, but I didn't feel for a minute that she really liked him. And when Billy May had gone upstairs to rest a while and we sat there in what was left of the living room. Of course, I wouldn't weep too much if he died, Johnny. But that isn't going to keep you from caring for him just as well as I can. Well, I hope not. Um, is he still unconscious? Oh, yes. He's been a while to wake several times. I wish I'd known that. But now he's gone back to sleep again. Did you say you wish it's known? Well, a few things, a few people that I wanted to ask him about. Oh, I see. Do you, Patty? Johnny, you know who he thinks run him down the other day? Who, Patty? Me? You? Why? Well, because of Billy May, he's been real good to me, Johnny, and I'll be one of his beneficiaries. It isn't true, Johnny, but I believe he thinks I'd do most anything to get hold of that money so I could be independent of him, so I could go off and marry, lose a pen roll, and still live the way I like to. You and, uh, you and lose still like each other. We would have gotten married, Johnny, if Lou or me had ever had any money. And maybe when the Henry does die, Lou was going to be a botless, you know, if he hadn't had enough to finish college. He still wants to be. But instead, he's had to, uh, settle for the insurance business. Yes. But he knows that you'll come into money someday. Yes, and then maybe we can... Now, wait a minute, Johnny. What do you mean by that? Motive, Patty. You mean for trying to kill Henry? Louver? Now, listen, Johnny. All right, now, tell me this. Was there some kind of trouble between Henry and Dr. Caraway? Well, yes, sure, of course there was, but from the way that he's cared for Henry, now that's forgotten. But Johnny... What kind of trouble was it? Oh, Dr. Caraway felt that Henry skinned him out of the money once. And I guess he did. Henry skinned a lot of people out of a lot of things. Now, listen... Now, tell me, when is the doctor coming back again? Sometime tonight, he said, but it might be late. Well, then Patty, um, since Lou took his car with him, I'd like to borrow yours. Well, of course, Johnny. But now, listen please, I want Lou to... I'll see you later. I did a lot of thinking during that drive back to Nashville. Suspects? All of them had a motive. Patty and Billy May would have hered a fortune. Lou, then married to Patty, would be set up for life. An old Dr. Caraway, regardless of how well he was behaving now, he had a score to settle with Henry because of money. Wait, though. Could one of the girls have run him down with a car? Well, maybe so. But then rigged the dynamite and that firewood? Hardly. But young Lou? Or an old osteopath with strong hands? Maybe again. As for the bomb in the car, though. Now let's see. My first step was to stop at Lou's apartment. He wasn't in. All the better. I slipped a lot, went over the place inch by inch. No sign of dynamite or anything even remotely connected with it. But I did learn that Lou was keeping up his interest in botany. Some exotic plants that he kept there under glass. And one of them? Familiar. All two familiar. I grabbed the phone book and finally got hold of a doctor who was willing to drive down to Laverne with me despite the late hour. The only hope it doesn't embarrass Dr. Caraway for me to look in on his patient, Mr. Dollar. Well, as I told you, Dr. Bradley, Caraway is quite old and semi-retired. That's the only reason I've come. The thing I'm most worried about Dr. is the effect of this whole thing on Mr. Sweetwater's heart, because I understand. Yes, Mr. Dollar. Yes, it was Lou Honey Royal who planted that idea. What? No, never mind. Here we are. And that's the house right up there. Look, I'm only Dr. Caraway's but Lou's car is there again. Come on, Dr. Bradley, let's get in there. Since that dynamite didn't work, I hope there hasn't been time for something else. Oh, Johnny. Yes, this is Dr. Horace Bradley. Too late. What? Dr. Caraway's up there with him now. Yes, Johnny, it looks like the info for all Henry. Too late, huh? His heart, Johnny, just a little while ago. If only you'd still been here. Dr. Bradley. Yes. Up those stairs. First door on the right. Yes, darling. All right, now look what happened. Well, all evening we've been looking in on him every few minutes, taking care of him. What do you mean by we? Billy May and Lou and me. And every time he took his medicine, he looked just fine, Johnny. But then a few minutes ago, when I went up again. Yes. Oh, Johnny, I could see right away it was a heart attack. You couldn't. Yeah. And poor little Billy May has prostrated. Heart attack, huh? Dr. Caraway says it is too. Well, I say that he's wrong. Dr. Bradley. Dr. Bradley, listen to me, doctor. I know. I know. It looks like a heart attack, Dr. Caraway, but we'd better be sure. Well, I am absolutely sure. Well, I'm not. I'm Mr. Dollar. Dr. Bradley, listen to me, please. If you've been antidote, any kind of treatment for aconite poison, use it immediately. Aconite? Yes. Aconitin novellus? That's right. The stuff that's made out of a monk's foot plant. Did you say monk's foot? Of course. I should have thought of it. That red face, the tuberous veins, impaired vision, the trouble in breathing. Then it isn't a heart attack? No, not if Mr. Dollar's hunch is right. Billy May, Dr. Bradley is sure now that he can put him through. Oh, thank God. Uh, Patty, did she go along with Lou when the police came to pick him up? No, she's in a room, but, well, she'll get over it. I hope so. She's a nice kid. But how did you know, Johnny, about that poison Lou flit Henry with his medicine? Billy May, I found a monk's foot plant at his apartment. You know, when you're in this business a while, you'll learn these things. When I got back here and found Henry had what looked like a heart attack, well, it turned out that way. Aconite poisoning. Oh, but Johnny, what about that bombing Lou's own car? He put it there himself, Billy May, for the same reason he called me and just cut it up. But it could have killed him and Lou was very careful to call my attention to the sound of that bomb long before it went off. He knew we had plenty of time to stop the car and get rid of it. Now? Yes. Now he's gonna have plenty of time to think it over. Here's another one for the court. I hope they throw the book at Lou. A crooked insurance man is the lowest order of operator in this racket of mine. Thank goodness they come few and far between. Expense account total including incidentals. Let's make it 200 even. Yours truly, Johnny dollar. Now here is our star to tell you about next week's story. 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