 Johnny Dealer. I'm an Adam Johnny. Ah, who's that? Bert McGraw. Oh, hi, Bert. What's on your mind? Haley's comment. What? Harry Haley, pitcher for the Spartans. They call his fastball Haley's comment. Oh, yeah, sure. Great guy. Reminded me of a cross between schoolboy Rowan Bob Peller. Sure too bad about him and the Spartan. Breaks my heart. Oh, boy. But Haley's disappeared. And right in the middle of spring training. Well, maybe he got tired of playing ball. You're kidding? A man that pitches like he does is making $60,000 a year doing it? Your company hold a policy on him? The $50,000 double indemnity. But that's incidental. The Spartans don't stand a chance this year without Haley. You're wrong, Bert. Huh? What about? That policy. $100,000 is never incidental. Training adventures of a man with the action factor spent the cost. America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yours truly, Johnny Dealer. And now, act one of yours truly, Johnny Dealer. Investigator Johnny Dealer. To the Parvitational Assurance Company 393 do we have a new Hartford, Connecticut? The following is an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the Mill and Cully memory matter. I spent account item one, a dollar and twenty cents, taxi from my apartment to Bert McGraw's office. Put to large, man, with a voice to match. Before becoming an insurance agent, he played ball with a bush leg and eventually spent a year with a Spartan. He'd never forgotten. Come in, Johnny. Sit down, sit down. Thanks. It didn't take you long to get here. No reason why it should. That's why I called you, boy. Always on the ball. Yes, sir. I said to myself, if anyone could get in there and pitch, it's Johnny Dealer, a man with a real batting average. And just what the job needs. Yeah, sure. So what's the catch? Fine Haley. That's what? Fine Haley. Dead or alive. Only, I sure hope it's alive. Daddy wouldn't be much good to the Spartans. Or your company who'd have to pay out at least fifty grand. Or have you forgotten about that? Oh, good gravy. No, I'm a company man first, last and always. In fact, I'm the bird who sold Haley that policy. Well, what's that? About six months ago, the day me and the boys at the lion's gave him a testimonial dinner. Who's the beneficiary? Well, the original beneficiary was Haley's sister. Her name's Mildred Womack. Lives in Omaha. Did Haley change the beneficiary? Yeah. Who Plague is to collect now? His wife. Her name? Wife. Hey, this didn't say anything about him being married. I know. Well, it happened recently. Since he's been in Tucson for spring training with the rest of the team. Oh, well, maybe he's on his honeymoon. Not Haley. Why not? Because, like I said, the team's been in spring training. Last week, they started playing exhibition games. Haley wouldn't miss those for anything in the world. And according to Slats Lewis, he's the Spartan manager. Haley was gonna stand up against the Red Legs last Wednesday. But nobody's seen him since Tuesday night. Almost awake. Yeah, sure is. But there's still no sign. He isn't taking a little vacation. Oh, Johnny, come on. This man's an athlete. The precision machine built the pitch baseballs. Did you know he started playing when he was eight years old? I love the game. Yes, sir. And he doesn't think of anything, ever, except playing it. I wouldn't say that. Hmm? He got married, didn't he? Oh. Oh, well, you know what I mean. OK, Bert. Well, what do you got to go on? Well, maybe I got it right here. What's that? A telegram. Came in late yesterday. Yeah, read it. Well, feel sure my brother, Harry Haley, has been murdered. Please conduct their investigation before settling any claim on his estate. Signed Mildred Wormack. Hmm. What did you say she was? Well, she lives in Omaha. But that wire came from Tucson. You have her address out there? Yeah. I'd better have a talk with her. That's the way I'd play it. And Johnny, me and the Spartans and, of course, the company are counting on you. You get a hint, OK? Coach, I'll do my best. Expense account at him $2.10 for an afternoon paper. It contained a follow-up story on Haley's disappearance with a quote from his sister Mildred. But again, there was no mention of Haley's wife. Item 3, $148, they had traveled to Tucson and camped right at the Weston Hotel. I called the Casa Grande Motel where Mildred Wormack was staying, then rented a car and drove out to her. It was on the highway to Nogales and she was waiting for me. A tall, thin woman. Obviously, Haley's older sister. I followed her in and sat down on the stiff chair between the bed and the dressing room. You ever see her in play, Mr. Dollar? No, ma'am. I'm afraid that's something I've missed. Oh. Well, this is his picture in case you want to know what he looks like. Oh, I've seen pictures of him in the papers and newsreels, Mrs. Mormack. And some man, a two-fading, two-fading. All that publicity about his new contract that's what started the trouble. How do you mean? If he never reached the big leagues, he'd be alive today. Do you really believe he's dead? Of course I do. Do you read my telegram? Oh, yes, ma'am. But do you have any proof of his death? I have all I need. Would you mind telling me what it is? The record of my brother's doing before I came to Arizona. Oh. I didn't get out here until the day before he disappeared. I came because Harry wasn't writing to me like he was supposed to, so I hired me a detective to find out what he was doing with his time. And you hired a detective to follow your brother? A big, big law against it? No, especially when I suspected something was wrong. Yeah, I've had to watch out for Harry since our pa died 12 years ago. How old is your brother? 25. That's physically, but he's still a baby. Mrs. Mormack, about this proof you have. I'll get to it. See, before Harry signed up with a Spartan, he never had nothing. And after last year, well, now, they're paying him a heap of money. Actually, a man like him, simple and all, while he was just like a rice melon, waiting with some little chippy to come along and pick him off the vine, which is just what happened. Then you know he's married. Of course I know, but I wouldn't have known if it hadn't been for that detective who stole the cop. You know why he kept his marriage a secret? Sure. The only reason I've tried to keep it one. What's that? Well, now, you've got around broadcasting and if you woke up some morning and found yourself hitched to a person called Juanita Torres. I don't know. Never met the lady. She ain't no lady, Mr. Dalla Torres, Mexican. So? Well, you know. Great, I know. Oh, no. Well, this Juanita, she was the night club. Damn it, said she called. That's what all they thought told you? That's right. The way I see it, Harry must have been good and drunk to let her talk him in the marry. Have you met her? Of course not. And don't plan to either. Well, why don't you think that's being a little unfair, Mrs. Mormack? I don't need to. I got all the information I needed from Mr. Overtalk's report. This old gold digger. But she's a horrible, cheap, dangerous dancing girl. You're sure of that? I am. You see, she could, she had Harry change his life insurance, making her the beneficiary. And that was like putting a gun in her hand. And you think she had something to do with the disappearance? It's murder. There ain't no disappearance. That's a very serious charge, Mrs. Mormack. But she didn't care. Harry didn't bother. He had no reason to. There wasn't no reason for him to talk to Mormack without telling anybody. You're sure of that? You'll find the reason. I'll change it by night. When I finally got away from Mildred Wormack, I headed cross-town to the Oglethorpe Detective Agency. Mr. Oglethorpe was an insult. I left work to him to call me, then stopped by Tucson's police headquarters. Lieutenant Snider was in his office eating his lunch out of a paper bag. Oh, come in. Come in and pull up the chair. Thanks, Lieutenant. Do you like hard-boiled eggs? Sometimes. Me too, sometimes. And not every day like my wife thinks I do. You want it? No, thanks. Amazing. Sergeant tells me you heard about that Haley case. Yeah, that's right. That's not much, but you're right the name thing we had on it. Oh, what do you think's happened to him, Lieutenant? I don't know. Remember how much history he is when he's convinced he's been murdered? I started thinking about it logically. Well, if he was murdered, where's his car for him? I've missing two. Sure. A bright new red convertible. If you've got the license, it shouldn't be too hard to find. And like Haley shouldn't be. His face is well-known as is. You think somebody's spotting? Tell her we got an all-points bullet not on both sides of the bullet, but so far nothing. Just how far is the border from here, Lieutenant? Not an hour's drive. Put these down there someplace. Yeah, but like your sister said, why would he leave his team, his friends, his sister, all of them without even a goodbye? No, it's got to be. What's his wife say? Oh, didn't you know? No, what? She's gone too. She disappeared the same day Haley did. Things were playing an exhibition game that afternoon, so after telling Lieutenant Smitter where I was standing and asking him to call me if anything broke, I drove out to the ballpark. You know there's a saying in baseball, if anybody knows a pitcher, it's the man who catches for them. And the spark can catch you with crawfish clock. After the game, I sent word into him. A few minutes later, we're standing in the steam-filled locker room. I figured one of you insurance men may come on up. You knew about his policy, huh, Crawford? Crawfish will do. Yeah, every man on the team knew about it. We'd been after him to get something like that, start saving his money. Hand me that towel, would you? Yeah, sure. Thank you. You wanted for me to tell you. There's nothing you can about Haley's disappearance. Well, there ain't nothing much to do. Well, did you see him at all the day he disappeared? You? You was my roommate. This was our second year together. Nice boy. He picked up his clothes, toweled every day, didn't snore. Are any of his clothes missing? No, nothing. He even left his reasons behind. What about his life? Right. Oh, and I don't tell me he didn't know he was married. Well, it wasn't much he didn't tell me. But when he'd tell me something, he didn't want to talk to about it. I always told him I wouldn't open my mouth to nobody. Don't figure I'm doing it now. But it's no secret the afternoon papers are playing his marriage up thick. Well, then I reckon it's all right. What sort of a girl was or is she? I only saw her one time. She seemed nice enough, but you never tell about a woman. Boy, I remember one time down in Beaumont, Texas, there was this girl and she looked so sweet, but what she'd done to me was only... Yeah, well, let's get back to Hayley. How was he doing this year? Well, it was off. Way off. But being in love, like he was love, that can hurt any man's control. Are you sure being in love was the only thing bothering him? I don't know what else could have been. But if I think it's out, I'll let you know. Okay, Crawfish. I couldn't make up my mind about Crawfish. I didn't know if he'd held out on me or if he just didn't have any information that would help me find Hayley. I drove back to my hotel, put the car in the parking lot, and then started to cross the lobby when somebody called to me. $80! $90! I am. Oh, I'm excited. It's a chance on your being here. I received a call from the no-gallon police. Did they find Hayley? No. Looks like his sister's been right all along. How so? Mexican Highway Patrol found his car abandoned about 30 miles below no-gallon. Well, that doesn't mean he's been killed. No, but there's something else that does. What? He was dried blood on the front seat. We're in a moment. Our flag now numbers 50 stars. And behind each star, there stands yet another flag representing one of the 50 states. Vermont State Flag, in its early form, imitated our national flag, uniquely bearing 17 stripes and 17 stars with only the inscribed word Vermont to distinguish it. The good people of Vermont assumed, as did our national government, that stripes as well as stars would be added as each new state intervened. Vermont entered the Union after Tennessee and Ohio, and with Kentucky to join shortly, Vermont has naturally put 17 stripes on their flag. In 1800 and 18, the United States Congress put a stop to it. And since then, the stripes have always been at 13, and only stars are added for each new state. Vermont's present flag captures the famous beauty of the Green Mountain State in its coat of arms, and inscribed is the phrase Vermont Freedom and Unity. The Vermont State Flag, the flag of the 14th state to enter the Union, was adopted on April 26, 1923. Now, act true of your truly Johnny Dollar and the Mellon Collie memory matters. After Lieutenant Snider told me about the Mexican police finding Haley's car abandoned below the border, I asked if he was going down there. He said it was out of his jurisdiction, and besides, he felt the Mexican police could do as well as he caught it. I asked to pick up my key and messages. There was one from the Oglethaw Detective Agency. Upstairs, I called their number. Oglethaw speaking. Honest, Oglethaw, this is Johnny Dollar. Oh, yes, Don. I'm sorry I missed you this morning. Well, it wasn't important. I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions. About Haley? About Mrs. Haley. Oh, what kind of question? Well, what kind of person is she? Not even me. Do you think she married Haley for his money? I don't think nothing. I don't get paid for things. Just for reporting what I see. Well, what have you heard about her? You've been in the place where she worked, haven't you? Oh, sure, but like with everybody, some folks like her, some didn't look at your dollar. You want me to do your job for your fine, but you've got to come up with some cash. I might. But you can answer this one. Try me. Where's she from? What's her hometown? She's a place called Magdalena. It's about 50 miles below the next border. But the total didn't look too good for Haley. Or her wife either. And as much as I here to believe in it, I did look at this Haley sister and noted no man cause wife. When she said the Mexican girl her brother had married was responsible for his disappearance. I called out for a drink and was getting ready to take a shower when somebody pouted on the door. This, uh... Yeah, come in. It's unlocked. Just put it on. Oh, Turkish. Yeah. Well, come in, sir. No, no, I can't stay alone. Going out to eat with the rescue gang. Well? Well, I've been thinking, and I assume you might be able to make something out of it. Oh, what? I'm breaking my promise to Harry about telling him. Come on. Well, he's been going to a doctor here. Oh. I can tell you no more than that. Oh, come on now. At least give me the doctor's name. It's Wolf. With me. Whatever. Wolf. What a name. What are you doing? Working it up in a phone book. You can't call the night it's after office hour. Well, I'm just curious to see if there is such a doctor. It's madder, don't you trust me? Yeah. Yeah, I trust you, Crawfish. There's it here. Let's see. Yeah, Dr. George M. Wolf. Specializing. Yeah. Yeah, I see it. Thanks, Crawfish. You've given me the one thing I had to know. By the time I had the car checked over and filled with gas with about 830, the sign over the office of Catholic Grandet Motel served to light the whole court. Mrs. Womack's bungalow is dark, but I knocked on the door anyway. Yes. Who is it? Johnny Dollar. Mrs. Womack. Sorry if I woke you up this evening. Yes, it is. I have an interesting thing about Harry. Well, Donald Snyder told me they found his car. It's blood on the seat. It's like I knew all along. Mrs. Womack, I wouldn't give up hope if I were you. I would give up hope if I married that girl. And if I ever get my hands on her... Do you remember telling me this morning that if I could find a reason for Harry wanting to get away from everyone to disappear, you would change your mind about his life? I remember. Well, I have that reason. What is it? I'll tell you later tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow afternoon? Yes, ma'am. Provided you'll be ready to leave here with me at eight in the morning. Leave? So where? In a town south of the border. It's called Magdalene. I'm progressively worse. Reach the Oscars of Magdalene. Oh, really, Mr. Dara, I wish you'd tell me what we're doing down here. I'll tell you what I'm sure, Mrs. Momey. You mean, this may be a wild goose chase. It may be, but I don't think so. Eee! Tense enough to keep that chicken! Care much for the Mexican people, do you, Mrs. Momey? No, I don't. Why not? You know? I sure do, because they're so poor and dirty. My eye standards, I guess, some of them are poor. But as for being dirty... Have you ever seen American ditch-diggers or farmers after a hard day's work? Well, what about their children? They're always filthy, like doves over there. Huh? Where? In that field. Let's see them. Yeah. Yeah, I sure do. Mr. Dara, what are you doing? Be right back. Mr. Dara, come! Yeah, that's right. You understand English? American? Oh, you're so cool. Good. Who ever taught you how to play baseball? Uh-huh. You do not know a thing. Too good a thing, huh? Yeah, I see. You have five bases out there. Oh, yes, and it's for the first time she came. She's friends with us. There's five bases? No? No. Oh, it does not matter to you. We are grateful for what she gives to us for... The back. And the gloves. Well, who is this lady? What's her name? What? Do you know where she lives? Oh, she's the woman's father. Do you want me to show the woman? Yes, I'm not. That'd be fine. I made a red brick and tile. I parked the car near the front door and we got out. I still hadn't told Mergrid Wilmack why we were there. I only told her whose house it was. A servant escorted us into the living room then left us alone. I really meant to tell her. Yeah? What is it now? Don't you understand how I feel? You felt like in bases. You didn't have to have people think of a daughter and get away with my property. Your brother hasn't been done away with Mrs. Wilmack. Oh, here you are, Mergrid. He's sure of that. I'm not sure of anything. Whose blood did they find on the front seat of this car? Why not ask him? Him? Your brother. He's standing there in the doorway right behind you. Oh, I'm so glad. I'm so very glad. Are you? Oh, of course, I thought. Oh, we're the same as they are. Now, you hurry and get your things together, dear. We'll let Mr. Dollar drive us back to civilization. I'm not going back, Mildred. I hoped you'd never find me. But here you are. Oh, I've been so worried about you. I wanted to get away from you, but good, Mildred. What? I'll never forget the things you said to me about Juanita. After all, they made me sick, you hear? You know what she did, mister? She invited me over to dinner, not me and my wife, just me. Last week, didn't I? Yeah. And when I got there, and I should have known what she had in the back of her mind, she tried everything she could to get me to leave Juanita, including calling me names and telling me what a dirty sneaking detective had found out about Juanita. It was all true. Even if it was true, who cares what she did when we were married or what I did? Harry, you shouldn't talk to me like this after all the things I've done for you. Oh, now don't give me that routine. Note it. I'm sick of it. Ever since I was a kid. But I did everything for you, even after you grew up. Sure. And even tagging along every year to spring train and to see that I behaved like a nice little boy. Harry, Harry. Well, ain't it the truth? I had to protect you, Harry. Don't you understand? You're all I have. I didn't have him leave me like Joe did. Joe left you because you were so busy making a fuss over me and never had time to even cook his meals. Oh, Harry. Oh, Harry, please. You're a named dollar. That's right. Insurance is the best pair. We thought perhaps you wound that up with an accident, huh? Yeah. Harry, what about that blood in your car? Get a chicken on the way down here. Cool her a little tight by then. Thought the blood would make it look like we've been killed. Nobody come looking for us. Why didn't you take your clothes? Two reasons. When we left Tucson that night, we hadn't planned on disappearing. What's the other one? Mildred bought most of them for me. Oh, Harry. I couldn't stand it, am I? Am I such a man? No. No, I won't leave. Go on back to Omaha and Mildred. Back to your roses and your cats. I guess we're done. I've been wrong over the time. I am Juanita Torres, Harry. I know how you must feel about me, Senora, but please, I cannot help it if I love your brother. I really love him. Even if you do. More. And you must have felt too bad, too hungry for what he had said. See, he is not well. I do not know all of it, but he has had very bad news from the doctor in Tucson. Oh, no. He's very upset. I'm sure he would forgive you if he's better. When there is better news. Thank you. Thank you for telling me. Juanita? Juanita? Juanita, do you know? She's lovely. Yeah. Can you flip left? Yeah. Yeah, we saw her, thanks. Oh, besides, thank you. She tells us that we planned? No. No, that's something you'll have to do. Oh, thank you. Adios. Adios! $2. Yeah. In Tucson last night, you said you knew the reason for Harry wanting to disappear. You couldn't have known what he said just now. I learned he's been going to a doctor in Tucson. A specialist. Diseases of the eye. What? I called the doctor before we left Tucson this morning. He told me your brother is losing his sight. He's going blind. Some people, you just won't figure it. Motor Dormax stayed on in Magdalena. Yeah, and she rented a small Adobe house and did what she put to help her less fortunate neighbors. She never played ball again. But you've retained enough of his sight to show the junior Magdalena Spartans the difference between four bases and five. Extents account total, including car rental, hotel bill, incidentals, and transportation back to Hartford. $579 and 12 cents. Yours truly? Johnny Dollar. I'll tell you about next week's story. Next week, three of the most unforgettable characters I've ever met. The case that fouls itself. Join us, won't you? Yours truly? Johnny Dollar. The originates in Hollywood. Written by Charles B. Smith. It is produced and directed by Jack Johnstone. Heard in our cast were Virginia Greg, Lillian Bayef, Richard Beals, Barney Phillips, Frank Nelson, Harry Bartels, Dick Crona, and Lauren Stumpkin. Musical supervision is by Amarigo Marino. Be sure to join us next week same time and station for another exciting story of yours truly, Johnny Dollar.