 From Hollywood, it's time now for Johnny Dollar. Honey, Bill, how are things in Seattle? Oh, not bad. What are you trying to do? Sell me some mining stock? No. Up in the Yukon? Well. Shall I bring my own pick and shovel? Action-Packed Expense Account. America's Fabulous Freelance Insurance Investigator. Yours truly? Johnny Dollar. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Accounts submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar. To the Northwest Surety Company, Seattle, Washington Office. Following us, an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the midnight sun matter. Item 1, 16435, transportation to New York, then a mainliner through Chicago to Seattle. The pilot gave us a beautiful view of Mount Rainier and Puget Sound. Before we set down and at 4 p.m., I was in Bill Chadwick's office at Second Avenue in Yessler Way. I'm glad to see you, Johnny. It's been a long time. Yeah, hiya, Bill. Yeah. You sit down. Okay. Now, what was that crack over the phone about bringing along a gun? Hell, the men who moor for gold are a pretty tough bunch, Johnny. And sometimes it even goes for the management of a big mining operation. Like what, for instance? Like Universal Consolidated Mining Corporation. Where's that? It's north and east of Fairbanks. Alaska? Yes, even north of Fort Yukon. That means above the Arctic Sergo. And what's happened up there? The whole thing sits at the foot of a big glacier. Oh, no problem until recently. Now, through some freak of nature, that glacier is changing its course. No kidding. And from the look of things, maybe a couple of months, maybe a couple of years, or even 10 years, anyhow they seem to think that glacier is going to sweep down over the mines, the town, everything. I see. In which case our company would have to pay for the whole loss. And all coverage policy, huh? Yeah. And it's occurred to me, Johnny. Suppose they've suddenly run out of that rich vein they found up there. You mean that somehow they deliberately caused that glacier to destroy the whole operation? It's a possibility, isn't it? Oh, a pretty far-fetched one, if you ask me. Changed the course of a glacier? A few sticks of dynamite carefully placed. Oh, come off it, Bill. Did you ever see a glacier? Well, why should one that's been following the same path for thousands of years suddenly decide to head for a few million dollars' worth of well-insured property? Hey, look. Go up there and take a look, will you? Okay. How do I get there? One of the company's planes is taking off from here tomorrow morning. They have their own airplanes? Oh, sure. A lot of them. Big two-engine speed craft transports. How else do you think they'd get men in supplies up there? Anyway, you can go along with it. Okay? Okay, why not? Who knows? Well, maybe I'll strike it rich, come back loaded with nuggets. 31 bucks even for my room at the bench the following morning. Well, I suppose I should have wondered why a big cargo plane should take off from a tiny airport far out of town with only the pilot and me on board. Yep. I should have wondered. Maybe Johnny Dollar in a moment. And now for another episode in the life of Sergeant Donald Bellweather, my husband. And Mrs. Bellweather? Wouldn't my lady prefer to have her breakfast in bed this morning? Oh, what a perfect husband. Thank you, darling. Ah, here's the tray with the coffee, the toast, and the art. Oh, fine. I forgot the orange juice. Oh, hold the tray, honey. I'll be right back. Ooh! Oh, John, what happened? Oh, I stubbed my toe in the corner of the dresser. Oh, the National Safety Council was right. The what? Last night I read something in a National Safety Council pamphlet. Oh, Reba, how can you sit there talking about a pamphlet when I'm dying a slow, tortuous death? Oh, come over here, darling. I'm sorry. All right. Now, what's this about the National Safety Council? Did they predict I would stub my toe this morning? No, silly. It's just a coincidence. Only last night I read the statistics that proved that more home accidents occur in the bedroom of all places. Eh? Not the bathroom or the kitchen or the home workshop. The bedroom. Ah, OK. From now on, when I walk around the bedroom, I'm going to wear my combat boots instead of these open-toed Hirachis. Well, that might help, dear. But what everyone should be most careful of is taking medicine in the dark. OK. My living safety encyclopedia. I will now fetch your orange. Ah, you're sweet. And it's just too bad that you nice men are so prone to accidents in the home. And the reason is because you brave men usually tackle the hazardous jobs around the house. Hey, I'll remember those kind words as I slowly limp back to the kitchen. One thing in your favor, though, Sarge. Married men stand a better chance of avoiding fatal accidents in the home. Is that a fact? You know, in one state, 75% of the men involved in home mishaps were unmarried. Well, I'm sure glad I'm married. Because the accident odds are better? You know, because I like my wife. Even when she first wakes up in the morning. That's my Donald. That's my Donald. Hey, Johnny Dollar and the Midnight Sun Matter. At the airport far east of town the next morning, Cliff Murray had the big twin-inched speed craft airborne and we were heading north to Alaska. And in case you're interested, Dollar, you're the co-pilot on this run. Oh, are you kidding? The only things I've stayed around the sky since the war have been Piper Cub's small job. You know, nothing. When you get onto them, these babies are not only just as easy to fly, but a whole lot safer. Want to take over for a while? Well, maybe later. Hey, how come you didn't take this big ship off at the Seattle Tacoma International Airport? Because of the cargo we have on board. Also, it was quicker and easier to get clearance. We're trying to make time on this trip. Boys up the mine are pretty worried bunch these days. Oh, why? There's a big glacier on one side of the property. Flows down to make the Kanakai River. When it gets warm enough a couple of months in the year to melt. That's all. But there have been a couple of big ice quakes this spring. Just like earthquakes, only it's ice. Now that glacier is heading for the property. No kidding. And that's going to wipe out the airport and everything. Unless they can do something about it. Like what? Divert the course of a glacier? The engineers up there say they can do it. We've got the stuff for them right here. This cargo we're tilting. What do you mean? Well, didn't you know? Know what? Well, we got enough TNT aboard to move a dozen glaciers. Picking up, sitting on a powder keg. And this one had wings. But then after the first shock of realization wore off. Well, I even took up Cliffy on his offer to handle the controls for a while. And he was right. A big plane behaved like a doll. By the time we reached Anchorage to pick up mainland food, while I was all set to make the landing myself. However, with a cargo of TNT aboard, I was perfectly content to let Cliff set her down. What she did beautiful. Then within the hour, we headed north again over some of the wildest country I've ever seen. Beautiful, oh Johnny. Its own way. I never realized there were so many lakes and streams up in this country, Cliff. Most of them are loaded with fish, too. Oh, yes, sir. I said, the greatest fishing in this man's world is right down there below us. Oh, watch your language, brother. I don't have to strap on a chute and leave you to make the rest of the trip alone. A fisherman, huh? Yeah, you aren't kidding. Yeah, one of my favorite spots, right? Hey, what's the matter? Nothing, just a little twitch in my side, my belly. Doc said it was appendicitis last time, but I think it didn't want to operate unless... Holy... Baby, that was a shark. Cliff, anything I can do? No, it's... It's going now, I sure hope so. Ah, sure, sure. Just came on kind of sudden, so... Hey, it's time to call the lads at the mine to be ready for us. How big is the airport up there? 11,000 foot run. Really? Sure, it's the only way to get stuff in for mines 100 miles around. Speedcraft 231, calling Consolidated. Go ahead, please. Somebody on duty there at all times. 24 hours. 100, 2, 3, 1. We're over fare banks on the hour, Charlie. Pull out the carpet. We'll sit down between 1445 and 50. In less than an hour, Johnny, we... Johnny, you've been this bad before. Now listen. No. You listen. No matter what happens, take it easy. I'll tell you exactly what to... You can do it, Johnny. You can do it. Now listen. Hey, Johnny Dollar, in a moment. With your permission, there's something I'd like to talk about for a minute. You know, too many times, people try to escape from their responsibilities by having someone else take them over. There was Miles Standish, for example. He was much too busy to ask Priscilla to marry him, so he sent John Alden to pop the question for him. You know what happened. John ended up marrying the girl himself. Of course, if John had had a face like a flat tire instead of being the handsome guy he was, maybe Miles Standish would have married Priscilla instead. Well, actually, I don't know what got me started on this subject, unless it was my thinking about people who represent somebody else. Take our State Department, for example. Being a representative is one of its biggest jobs. Through the Foreign Service, it helps the Justice and Treasury Departments handle immigration, narcotic, and quarantine problems. And the Secretaries of Agriculture and Commerce look to the Secretary of State to help keep their fingers on the pulse of foreign markets so they can keep the business firms and farmers of America informed on matters of import and exports. I guess the only connection between these facts and the courtship of Miles Standish is that, like John Alden, our State Department speaks for itself. And now, Act 3 of yours truly, Johnny Duller and the Midnight Sun Matter. The rest of this report will have to come to you from the records of the airport. They're at Universal Consolidated Mining Corporation far above the Arctic Circle. Aboard the big cargo plane loaded with TNT, the pilot crippled with pain. I was a little too busy to make notes to scribble any fancy dialogue. Here, then, is the story as recorded at the Tower of the Airport. The boss is playing to pick up his daughter in Fairbanks, Charlie. Is that Cliff? Go ahead, Johnny. Can you dump it? We'll give you all the help we can from here. Ask the Snake River marker. Okay, now just remember, your left down is on a heading of 035 degrees from that marker. Well, now just take it easy, Johnny. We'll get you down here okay. Thanks, Charlie. Oh, it looks like we may have a problem on our hands. Listen, if Cliff says Duller can bring it down, he can just you take it easy when you talk with him. This is Paul Foster. Go ahead. Again, Johnny, the only thing I can think of is trying to snap the gear out by a sharp pull-up to give it centrifugal force. Then before we consider you coming in for a belly landing with all that TNT aboard, I'd like to use up some of that fuel and maybe some of our brains down here can think of something that'll help you out. Lock pin on that landing gear. Go ahead. Okay. Now, the crew chief isn't up here at the moment, but I'll ask him to come up and he can discuss it with you. Right. Johnny, if it does become necessary to make a belly landing because of the setup they have for handling accidents, you might be better off to do it at Fairbanks if you thought about that. If anybody comes up with any idea at all, we'll pass it on to you right away. Okay. Our chief engineer would like to talk to you. I'll put him on the horn. Johnny, this is Don Wilkins. Have you tried the landing gear handle up and down quite a few times? See if it extends any further at any time. Many times is possible, Johnny. There could be something binding that may break loose. Now, there's something on it. Well, it comes off the gear door latches, all right, so it isn't a latch. If you unfeather it, slam the gear handle down. Well, maybe the additional torsion that you get may free the gear. The thing we'd like to have you try. And that is completely unload your hydraulic system and then try free falling your landing gear. Did you get that? Buzz the field a couple of times so you know how much room you've got. Now, listen, we're going to foam the runway for you. You hear me? Put foam on it. We're doing it now and that'll kill some of the friction. And if we can get enough on it, it'll help against fire if you have any trouble. It's soft, about three miles an hour, just light breeze. Take a run directly over the runway and get the feel of it. If you want to see him in a position here telling you all your business, but I guess we've got to try everything anyone could think of. Here, go ahead. On this gear handle business, up and down, throw it in the up position. Just leave it there for a second and then slam it down and leave it down for, oh, say, 30 seconds after you put it down. You get that? We need to be giving you all this intelligence all the time, but if anybody gets an idea, we pass it on to you for what it's worth, but you've got to be the judge. 25 minutes. Now, assuming they started laying the form at 30, you should land not later than 55. And as for trying to pull something on your insurance company, well, you should have seen how just one good load of TNT put that glacier back on its course. Yes, sir, never runs out for those boys. Expensive count total, including gifts for the lads who really brought that plane down. $600 even. Yours truly, Johnny Dow. Be sure to join us next week, same time, station for another exciting story of yours truly, Johnny Dowler. This is Roy Rowan. Vision service.