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The makers of Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum bring you John Lund in a transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yours truly, Johnny Dalle. Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum refreshes you. Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum gives you real chewing enjoyment. Yes, for chewing enjoyment plus refreshment, it's Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum. A lively, delicious flavor of Wrigley's Spearmint cools your mouth, helps keep your throat moist, and gives you a nice little lift. A good, smooth chewing of Wrigley's Spearmint helps keep you feeling fresh and alert, adds enjoyment to whatever you're doing. So for chewing enjoyment plus refreshment, treat yourself often to Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum. Healthful, refreshing, delicious. Expense accounts submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dalle to Home Office Hemispheric Life Insurance Company in Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Enoch Arden matter. Expense account item 1, 50 cents, cab fare to your Home Office. Where Henry Grant provided me with a complete file of previous investigations and police reports covering the disappearance of Frank Loring. I was about halfway through them when Grant came in with an attractive woman in her early 30s. Johnny, this is Ms. Ruth Beloyne, the young lady I told you about. How you doing? Ms. Beloyne is Johnny Dalle. Mr. Dalle is an investigator, Ms. Beloyne. I want you to tell him exactly what you told me on the phone this morning, and well, anything else you may have thought of on the way down here. Well, I don't really know whether I have anything to tell. You worked for the doctor who examined Loring when his policy was issued? Yes, Dr. Felton. That was in New York. I'd just gotten out of training. It's my first job. I was only there three months then I went into the Army during the war. And since the war, I've worked in Boston, the Haywood Clinic. I feel sort of foolish telling you all this. I'm probably wrong. But she thinks she saw Loring in Boston, Johnny. When? Well, about two weeks ago. Two weeks ago yesterday. Where? At the clinic. Look, really, I'm not sure about... You're not hurting anybody, Ms. Beloyne. Suppose you just tell us and we'll take it from there. Well, as I said, it was two weeks ago a man came to the clinic. He wanted to be vaccinated. Did he give his name? Yes, but it wasn't Frank Loring. He gave the name of Michael Walsh. I thought he looked familiar but I couldn't place him. What was the reason for the vaccination? He needed an international certificate of vaccination. It's required by law for anybody going abroad. Oh, he was leaving the country. Well, I guess so. He wanted the certificate. I administered the vaccine. He came back five days later and the doctor entered the result on his card and signed it. That's all I know. What made you connect this Michael Walsh with Frank Loring? I really don't know. I didn't until this morning. I remembered thinking I'd seen him before and then when I saw that story this morning about Mrs. Loring, the name just came into my mind. You'd only seen Loring once, ten years ago? Yes, but as I said, it was my first job and I was impressed at the time having him for a patient. Why impressed? Well, I knew he was an actor. I'd seen a couple of shows he was in, read his name in columns, things like that. Did this Michael Walsh look like Frank Loring? Did you remember him? No, he didn't. I can't explain it. Well, it seemed with a try anyhow, John. Wait a minute, Grant. Let's not chuck it out so easily. I've been reading this file on Loring. Played a lot of character roles, expert on dialects and makeup. A man like that could change his appearance very easily. Something about him, the way he moved, the tone of his voice. Something registered with this girl. He'd have recognized her, too, when he went to the clinic. She was impressed with him. She had a reason to remember. He didn't. I feel a little foolish. And I feel a little curious. How about you, Grant? I've been curious all morning. So curious I checked the steamship and airline. And? And a man named Michael Walsh sailed on the SS Castillo six days ago. She runs between Boston and San Diego, Chile. You know when she reaches the Panama Canal? After tomorrow. That's plenty of time for you to get down there by air. Yeah, with enough to spare for a stopover in New York. And a chat with Mrs. Loring. Expense account item two. $11.30. Trained fare and incidentals between Hartford, Connecticut and the Greenwich Village section of New York. Mrs. Frank Loring was living in a Bohemian fashion. It was evening and the party was in full swing when I arrived. The apartment door was wide open, so I just walked in. Somebody shoved a glass into my hand like they used to do it at the local movie houses on dish nights. Wow. You must be Linda's boyfriend. How must I? I knew at the minute I saw you. She always goes for the same type. Musician, aren't you? They always are. What do you play? Ring a Leavio and double on Parcizi. Oh, a funny one, eh? Well, Linda said when you got here to tell you the benefit is going to run late, so make yourself comfy and wait. She won't be here until 12. I'm Freddie. You must be a poet. How did you know? I'm psychic. Now, what's the party for? Oh, Marcia's celebrating. She's gonna get a quarter of a million dollars. Just because her husband Frank disappeared. She ought to be happy enough just to be rid of him. Don't be so bitter, lad. It'll throw your rhymes out of meters. I helped her get over him. I helped her. Anytime she wanted anything all she had to do was call little Freddie. Now she's getting all that money and she'll just run out. Oh, she wouldn't do that to you, would she? Oh, no. That's how much you know about women. She's going to Chile, South America. Oh, now that's an interesting bit of information, Freddie. She thinks I don't know about her. The airline called to confirm her reservation while she was out shopping this afternoon. Which one of those lovely ladies is Marcia Loring? Those? Hmm, she doesn't look like any of them. Marcia's out in the kitchen fixing sandwiches. She'd even think she'll get any help from me. Oh, maybe I can lend a hand. Listen, mister, you've got a girl coming. Oh, sure, Linda. Well, she told me to give Marcia a message. Besides, you don't want to talk to me. It interferes with your brooding. I'll see you later, Frank. Hello, come in. I'm making sandwiches for the starving multitudes. Oh, I came in to help. How are you on opening bottles? Champagne. But for those peasants, beer, it's right there. They open us on the hook. Oh, we're in business. What are you, a party crasher, or did you come with one of the girls? The crasher. Oh, the breed is improving. We both know some of the same people, though. Like who? Who's been hiding you from me? Fellow up in Boston. I don't know anyone in Boston. Not even Michael Walsh? Get out of here. Oh, listen, Mrs. Loring. I said get out. You weren't invited here. You don't belong here, so... What is it, Marcia? What happened? What did he do? Keep your rompers on, Shakespeare. I told you not to bother her. You, you mule- Look out, Freddy! Oh! I came out of it lying on the cold stone of a basement areaway. And then I went in search of a diner. A telegram box. Expensive on item three. Eighty cents for breakfast and aspirin. Item four, a dollar twenty for a telegram. Advising that payment of the Loring claim be delayed until my investigation was completed. Item five, seven dollars and sixty cents. Cab fare to the international airport. And item six, four hundred fifteen dollars. Plain fare and incidentals to the city of Culloden. Panama Canal zone. As usual, it was raining in Culloden. The SS Castillo had reached Port slightly ahead of schedule. I was waiting to go through the locks when I made my way aboard. It was almost midnight. I located the name of Michael Walsh on the passenger list posted in the lounge and then made my way to the inside cabins on B-deck. I knocked on the door of cabin B-64. There was no answer. May I help you, senior? You're the cabin steward? See. I'm looking for the passenger who occupies this cabin. Oh, senior Walsh is not here. He's corny sure. And this downpour? See. Look. Here's five bucks. All you have to do for it is to bring me the biggest tower you can find and open this cabin so I can wait inside. Yes, senior. But if you are waiting for senior Walsh, he will not be bad. Why not? He's booked through to Santiago. When he went ashore an hour ago, he took his baggage with him. I helped him with it. You know where he went? No, senior. He was most anxious to get ashore. As soon as our lines were fast. I see. Ships wireless take any kind of cable-gram form in the past 24 hours? See. I delivered one to him in the middle of last night. He was more surgeon. I think he seemed most concerned. Yeah. Yeah, I thought so. I knew that Frank Loring, alias Michael Walsh, wasn't going to be easy to find. Away from the ship, he was likely to have a third name. And since he was an expert with dialects, there was every chance he'd adopt a different nationality. I thought about it as I made my way through the narrow, rain-swept streets. I seemed to be the only man without shelter in all of Panama, but I wasn't. Do you have a match, senior? Huh? Oh, I could hardly see you. Yeah, yeah, I got a match. I doubted a little light on this rain. Huh? You don't appreciate the rain, senior? In the rain, I always get what I want. The tourists, they never refuse, Jose. Hey, that isn't a cigarette in your hand. No, senior. It is a gun. You join me in the doorway, no? Well, I'd rather die than say no. Now, if the senior has some little thing he wishes to give Jose for a gift, Jose will be most grateful. I don't have much cash, but this wristwatch is worth a couple of hundred. Oh, see. Oh, that's a very nice one. I will like that. He mend his head slightly to look at the watch and his gunhand dipped automatically. I brought my hands up to undo the watch stop, step quickly to the side, and let Jose have a left in the solar plexus. Now, now, drop it. Very well, senior. If you insist. That's better. You are... you are going to turn me over to the police, senior? Well, that depends. Well, senior, the jail here is purified. Jose does not like it. Now, tell me what? You help me and I'll help you. What kind of help does the senior need? Suppose the police or somebody were after me. Suppose I had to get out of here without using my passport. How would I do it? From Colón? There is no way, senior. Too many American officers... I must be some way out. Thirty miles down the coast is Porto Bello, senior. It was once the hiding place for pirates. In Porto Bello is a café called the Geisha Girl. The Geisha Girl? Yes. And the proprietor is Señor Camamoto in Japanese. He's very good at making people disappear, senior. Friends, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you'll enjoy chewing wriggly spearmint gum. Chew wriggly spearmint while you're working. The lively, full-bodied flavor of wriggly spearmint gives you a refreshing little lift. The smooth, pleasant chewing of wriggly spearmint gum helps keep you feeling relaxed and satisfied. Make your job seem easier. Chew wriggly spearmint gum in your home when you're out walking or driving, when you're enjoying sports and other activities. Wriggly spearmint gum tastes good any time, and the natural chewing aids digestion and helps keep your teeth bright and attractive. Yes, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you'll enjoy chewing wriggly spearmint chewing gum. Healthful, refreshing, delicious. And now, with our star, John Lund, we bring you the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Expensive kind of item seven. Twenty dollars, flat rape. For the native taxi that slithered its way down the miserable muddy road to Porto Bayo, the Caribbean stronghold of the old-time pirates. It was a port of intrigue, an international black hole, a western hemisphere counterpart of Shanghai, Calcutta, Suez. And at the bottom of the hole was the Geisha Girl Cafe. You look lonesome, mate. Maybe it's because I want to be. I don't know you and you don't know me. Let's keep it that way. Now, that ain't no way to be. Basically, you're in Porto Bayo where we're all friendly, like. Uh, you're looking for a camera motor? What are you, a cop? Well, I've been a lot of things, governor. Ah, never a cop. It doesn't matter. Start on a little trip and forget your passport. Let's say I lost it. What are you doing? Running a private embassy? Yeah, I'm sort of a missioner for people in trouble. You look like them in trouble. I'll talk to a camera motor about that. Where is he? Try the storm back there. It ought to be worth the price of a drink, eh? Thanks. Here, drown yourself. It's not, aren't you, governor? Anybody in here? I came to in a room filled with packing cases and lit by a feeble candle. Two men were seated on a couple of small barrels. One of them was the cockney who'd spoken to me in the bar. The other was the Japanese. Oh, you're a little, uh, veteraness, though? How... how did you know my name? Well, from your, uh, American, uh, driver's license? Is it all he had on him? Well, uh, there's also money, which I will find most useful. You are carrying the exact amount required to pay for your passengers today. Over a thousand dollars? That's pretty high fare. I am a charitable man. My rates are based upon what my passengers can afford to pay. An unscheduled chaperon is expensive to operate. So you will be taken aboard the Kira Matsu shortly. You will sail at 4 a.m. For where? You will be put ashore somewhere in, uh, South America. Venezuela, that's right, or Brazil. I'm not your only passenger. Not, uh... Well, uh, how about, uh, untying me as long as we're friends? Well, uh, are you, uh, will it be untied when you reach your destination? Oh, now, wait a minute. I can see the point here, where somebody might give you away, but why aboard ship? Well, uh, a fugitive from the Lord, uh, a risky cargo, Mr. Dalla. You know, South American nations are rather thorough about their coastal patrol. So, uh, if you are tied up, we can make certain you are not caught. What do you mean, Kamamoto? Simply that you're hot cargo, Mr. Dalla. And the only way to carry hot cargo is to be certain that you can, uh, dispose of it in an, uh, emergency. Uh, if we are challenged by a patrol vessel, you will be weighted down and, uh, thrown overboard. It was dark when they carried me aboard and left me still trust in the deck cabin. Then the Kira Matsu pitched and rolled her way into the open sea. I knew that lowering was on board someplace, and I knew something else. Kamamoto had lied to the cockney about what he'd found when he searched me. He had more than a driver's license. He had my insurance company credentials and my passport. Then the door opened and I got something else to think about. Buenos dias, Mr. Dalla. Jose, how did you get here? After you left me, I ran into another Americano with no trace watch but much money. He was kind to me. He gave me money to leave the country when I told him about the bad jails. Well, how come Kamamoto is letting you run loose? You are the only one who is tied up, senior. I do not think they intend for you to finish the trip. How many other passengers are there? Besides us? Three. A man and a woman came just before we sailed. That's two. Who's the other one? A man? A man with a white suit and a hat. A cockney accent? What is that? You sounded like an Englishman. Oh, yes, he is English. Yeah, yeah, I thought so. How many in the crew? Kamamoto and five seamen. It is a very small boat. Yeah, yeah, I can feel that. Look, Jose, I gave you a break with the police. How about giving me one? I'm a businessman, senior. No sentiment. A thousand dollars, guaranteed by an American insurance company. If you cut these ropes and lend me your gun. Gosh, senior, no credit. Too much book. I haven't got any cash. Kamamoto took it all. Too bad. Maybe next time. There isn't going to be any next time for me. Ever buy a sweepstake ticket? See? Well, then take a chance on me. Come on. How about it? All right. But when is the time for the drawing to see if my ticket wins? Soon as you get these ropes off. But let's do it now. Just tell them I get to my stop any minute. Jose cut the ropes and gave me his gun. It was an oil slicker hanging behind the cabin door, and I slipped it on for cover. The crew on deck was too busy to be counting noses in the storm. I edged my way forward to the main cabin, grasped the door handle, and crashed in. Now, let's not get jumpy, anybody. I'm wet, and I'm mad, and I've been pushed about as far as I go. Well, good for you, Governor. Glad to see you up in a bar. You can drop the accent, Loring, and stop flexing your fingernails, Freddie. Now, what's the matter, Marsha? You get too nervous to stay home and pick sandwiches? I didn't have to stay. My lawyers can collect for me. Now what? Loring looks pretty alive to me, even with that cockney accent. I'm more alive than you're going to be. Don't be a fool, Loring. You're more of a clay pigeon than I am. You've been practicing for the part for seven years. What are you talking about? Are you going to get to spend any of that insurance money? You think I'm not? Ask Freddie. How about it, Freddie? I don't know anything. I just came with Marsha because she asked me to. Freddie's a nice boy, Loring. He writes poetry, and he'll do anything Marsha asks him to. Won't you, Freddie? What are you trying to do? Wait a minute. I want to hear this. Yeah, you ought to, before your hearing stops altogether. Maybe you've been dead for seven years, but your widow hasn't been putting flowers on your tombstone. You stop talking about Marsha. Freddie gets mad when I talk about Marsha. Freddie loves Marsha, don't you, Freddie? Yes. You ever take a look at his eyes, Loring? If Marsha said the word, he'd put a knife in you in a minute. Think it over, mister. Michael Walsh turns up dead in South America, and Mrs. Frank Loring and friend Freddie go back to Greenwich Village with a quarter of a million bucks. Only this time, they'd have nothing to worry about. Don't listen to him, Frank. Why not, Angel? He sounds like a pretty smart guy. We've waited seven years for this. Do you think I'd have anything to do with this little idiot? I've used him, that's all. Marsha. You see, Freddie, to get rid of you, too, after a while, there'll always be somebody else coming along to open the beer bottles. I was kind of wondering how Freddie got in on this little trip. I was wondering why we kept something between ourselves for seven years, and then you spill it to him. I was frightened, Frank. I knew Dollar was after you. That's why I wired you. I couldn't come down here alone until I was sure we'd be together. We'll be together, and we'll stay together until the money comes. Then maybe I'll have some ideas of my own. Give up, Loring. You're never gonna get that money. Yes, I am, Dollar. Camemoto's standing right behind you, the curtain between this cabin and the next one. Oh, don't turn, Mr. Dollar. Now, let me have that gun, Dollar. All right, Camemoto. Now, let's get rid of him. Oh, of course, Mr. Dollar. Why, Camemoto? Why don't we bargain a little first? I'm afraid you are not in the bargaining position. How much is he gonna give you for dropping me? We get five grand, Dollar. Oh, you're dealing with a real cheapskate, Camemoto. I'm worth more than that. I can shut you up right here. Here is Mr. Loring. Oh, let the gentleman speak. I do not use that gun unless I see so. This is my ship. You took my credentials before, Camemoto. You know who I am. Yes. How much did Loring tell you he was gonna collect? Be sterling, Camemoto. Get rid of it. I warned you, Mr. Loring. I will decide who leaves this ship, and when, and how. Suppose you turn me the amount of the Percy, Mr. Loring. A quarter of a million dollars. She's lying. It's only 25,000. Is it, Loring? I tell you what I'll do then, Camemoto. Put us both ashore back in the canal zone where I can get him into the hands of American authorities, and my company will pay you 25,000 dollars. And I'll make it 50,000 dollars, Camemoto. 50,000. I bid 60. Do I hear 70? Come on, Loring. Bid. I can go the whole quarter million. Won't cost my company any more, either way. I'll kill you, dollop. No! Loring and Camemoto fired at the same time. Both of them were hit, but only Camemoto went down. Loring turned to Marsha. You wanted him. You couldn't go together. That ends everything. Now I'm around to you, for sure. Oh, I wouldn't count on it, Loring. This time I've got a friend in the doorway. What he says is true, Senor. Senor Camemoto was no longer using his gun, so I took it. Besides, you have only one bullet left. I have five. You kill Mr. Dollar and I will have to kill you. You're cooked, Loring. Your wife's dead. You couldn't even get the money if you could get away. All right. Here. You can have it. Camemoto hit me in the side. It hurts. Maybe I can patch it up a little. You better just rip your shirt. I loved her. She always wanted things more than an actor could give her. Whose idea was it? Hers. A kid out like a dog. She sneaked up to Boston to see me. Maybe once every six months after the first year. The rest of the time I was without her. I guess she wasn't lonely. Yeah. Some women never are. And that about finished it. Expense account, item eight. Sixty dollars, miscellaneous expenses. Expense account, item nine. One thousand dollars as promised to Jose. Item 10, four hundred twenty-one dollars and eighty cents. Plain fare and incidental expenses from Cologne, Panama Canal Zone, back to Hartford. Total expenses, eighteen hundred and seventy-nine dollars and eighty cents. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Remember, friends, Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum refreshes you. Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum gives you real chewing enjoyment. The lively, full-bodied flavor of Wrigley's Spearmint cools your mouth, freshens your taste, sweetens your breath. The smooth, pleasant chewing of Wrigley's Spearmint helps keep you feeling relaxed and satisfied, makes whatever you're doing more enjoyable. 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