 Sunny Duller Clark Tracy at Providential Assurance Company. Yeah. Hi, Clark. I'm glad I caught you in Are you free to take an assignment? Sure. Why not? Did you ever hear of Kenneth Missouri? No It's a small town about a hundred miles south of Memphis, Tennessee. So what goes? We have a little office in Kenned only has become pretty obvious that we put the wrong man in charge of it a few months ago What do you mean? His name is Charles Kingsley St. Clair lived in Boston most of his life, and he's a Harvard man. So? He doesn't have the least idea how to deal with those people when it comes to any problems or adjustments In other words, he simply has to belong. Well the answer to that ought to be easy enough transfer him Give him a job somewhere up here in New England. Exactly what we plan to do and close up the office there in Kenned Okay, then why call on me? Because of the death of one of the few remaining policyholders down there man named Casper Crump. Yeah? His widow, Yufa Crump, has to be paid the five thousand dollars his due and of course signed for it Well, what's so tough about that? St. Clair says that he can't do it. Why not? You must know the truth. He sounds somewhat scared of the whole idea. Oh now listen. So Johnny, will you go on out there and take care of this thing for us and give us off a hook? What on the strength of what little you've told me? I know I know, but I'm sure St. Clair will be able to make it all perfectly clear to you. So I'll wire it to him that you're on your way, okay? Oh now now look. Johnny, I promise I'll okay your expense account without question even tack on some kind of a fee. Wow, well now you're talking language I understand. If the fee is big enough. Then you'll do it fine. Now take it easy until we settle you man. I'll wire him right away. Clark! Then wait to get your report. Wait a minute will you? Thanks a million Johnny. Bye. Clark! Hello! Heal 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. Next time you refresh, enjoy a frosty ice cold Pepsi Cola. Sociability Charlie. Alright Kay, how's this? Pepsi is light, refreshes without filling. You like to refresh? Have a Pepsi right now. We'll offer it to everybody Charlie. I will. Enjoy Pepsi at the fountain. It's delicious at home too. Have one at lunch or with a snack. Johnny. At the beach or at dinner. Wherever you go, wherever you're thirsty. Pepsi is there. It's here too in our be sociable song. Be sociable. Look smart. Keep up to date with Pepsi. Drink light, refreshing Pepsi. Stay up. For the weekend, have plenty of Pepsi around. Pick up an extra carton today. See Kay, I'm sociable. With Pepsi, everyone is. And now, act one of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Expense account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar. For the Providential Assurance Company, Home Office, Hartford, Connecticut. Following is the account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the moonshine matter. Expense account item 17545, plane ticket from Hartford to New York to Memphis, Tennessee. Item 2301 for a bus to Kennet, Missouri. I arrive shortly afternoon. Yes, Mr. Dollar, I shall be glad to get away from here and get back to civilized country again. Where I won't be looked at, a scounce because I chose to dress for dinner. I see. And I submit that some of the, uh, some of the knitters living here in town are fine people, intelligent people. Oh, I'm sure they must be. This looks like a nice town. But the ones out in the country to whom my predecessor sold insurance, life insurance. Yeah, what about them, Sinclair? Poor white trashes are they are ignorant, illiterate moonshiners for the most part. Only half a dozen of the policies he issued even have signatures on them. The rest are signed with an X. The people didn't even know what they were buying. Ah, your predecessor must have been quite a salesman. Hardly a fit representative for a large insurance company. Which, of course, is why the company got rid of them. Yes, Mr. Dollar, I shall be glad to get away from this, but, uh, until the insurance payment can be made to Mrs. Euphor Crump. Well, any reason why you just can't call her in here and hand her a check? Call her. How? What do you mean? She lives in the swamp, Mr. Dollar. In the swamp? Twenty miles swamp up north of here. It's terrible country. It's hardly fit in habitation. Even for the wildcats and coons and otter and the cotton mowers it infested that treacherous swampy jungle. Ah, I see. A veritable nest of moonshiners, too. And if you think a gentleman would dare to simply walk in among those people. So I'm no gentleman, so you sent for me. And don't forget that Casper Crump died under, shall we say, questionable circumstances. Oh, now what do you mean by that? The natives all say it was murder. What did the police say? The police have since enough to leave these people alone, I say, away from them. Oh, great. But, Mr. Dollar, if you can somehow clear up this one remaining account, get this money in to Mrs. Euphor Crump, and I have it here in cash already for you. Stick my neck out to save yours, huh? To be honest about it, yes. Okay, let's say I'll try. How do I get to this 20-mile swamp? There drew me a rough map, hand to be the five grand, and wish me luck. Item three is 20 bucks to pass it on a rental car from one of the local garages. And what a car. It should have hit the chunky 15 years ago and was actually held together in spots with bailing wire. The left-hand door was closed with the help of a piece of rope. But it was transportation of a sort. I headed west a few miles and then north into some of the wildest country I've ever seen. Reminded me of the Everglades in Florida. The so-called road I followed was a deeply-rutted set of wagon tracks full of mud and potholes. On both sides, the fresh-covered soggy swamp. There were huge rotting logs crawling with water moccasins out sunning themselves. Yeah, I was glad I had some kind of a path to follow. And then up ahead, I saw a shack sitting on stilts to keep it above floodwater. But as they slowed down to make a turn over toward it, the gunshot from over by the cabin smashed into the windshield. I stepped on it, spun the wheel to get away. But the second shot caught a front tire. The car went into a skid. Camel blend of costly Turkish and domestic tobaccos has never been equal for rich flavor, easygoing mildness, real smoking satisfaction every time you light up. The best tobacco makes the best smoke. Johnny Duller and the moonshine matters. When I came to, I was lying beside the car at the edge of the muddy wagon tracks. As for my gun, well, it must have been thrown out of the holster into the swamp. I started to rise to see how much damage had been done to the car. But then I saw them, two lanky hard face men dressed in tatted jeans. One of them, the taller of the two, carried a long rifle of vintage I'd seen only in museums. The other had picked up a piece of a tree limb for a club. And so as they came whirly over to where I lay, I decided wisdom is the better part of valor. I played possum. I tell you, you made a mistake, Morphe. He ain't no revenuer. Can't you see that? Maybe, Cass, and maybe not. Of course he ain't. I know every revenuer in these parts, Morphe, and he ain't one of them. You think I killed him, Cass? He didn't hit that there tree hard enough to hurt his car, none serious. And who is it, Cass? First, we find out if he's still alive or if he's dead. Well, I'm keeping this here gun on to him. You still alive, mister? Uh-huh. See that, Morphe? He ain't still alive. What happened now? You watch him, Cass. Well... Me, my name's Cass Dingle, and this here is Morphe T. Now, you put down that gun, Morphe. You ask him who he is, Cass. Who are you, mister? My name is Duller. I'm Johnny Duller. What's you doing out here, mister Duller? Well, I've come with some money. Some insurance money for Mrs. Eufa Crump. What's that mean, Cass? It mean that Miss Eufa gets some money on account of Casper was killed. She's a mighty fine woman, mister Duller. You shut up, Morphe. Just because I got a fancy for taking care of Miss Eufa now that Casper's gone, hits none of your business. Now, uh... How much you got from this, Miss Eufa, Miss Johnny? $5,000. What's the matter, you, Cass? Can't you see we gotta get Miss Johnny and all that money over to Miss Eufa? Now, come on now. If and they be all right, you all right, Mr. Johnny? Well, give me a hand and we'll find out. Yes. There you are, Mr. Johnny. All right, Mr. Johnny. What's the matter? That now holds to... ain't you got a gun for hit? I'm afraid my gun is somewhere out in that swamp. Now, that's too bad. Ain't it, Cass? Morphe's right, Mr. Johnny. There's some folks around here liable to shoot first and find out about you after. Some folks, huh? Now, I made a mistake, Mr. Johnny, and I'm real sorry. But, Cass, he met somebody like Dade Whopper. Yeah, who's Dade Whopper? Well, he's the one that killed all Casper Cromby. You're sure of that? Yes, sir. Dade Whopper. But no matter who you are, you better look after him. Why do you say that? No matter who you are, he ain't gonna believe it. He's gonna think you come in here after him. Even if you tell him different? Even if the good lord himself told him different. But now I got a jug in that cabin, Mr. Johnny. It'll fix you up real good. Then, man, you can take the money to miss you for it. Man, you better come back here and find your gun. In case Dade Whopper shows up. Oh, don't worry about it. As soon as I turn over that money to you for crump, I'm on my way. 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At the same time, Fitch can brighten hair up to 35%. Get Fitch Dandruff Remover Shampoo today. And now, act three of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Casting goes cabin. Well, I'm afraid I've never stepped into a more squalid, filthy, grimy place. How a human being could ever live in it? Much less call it his home. After I've joined up with Miss Eufa, maybe she'll make it even nicer. Maybe even hang up some of them lacy curtains. Anyhow, on the excuse I needed all the fresh air I could get, I sat on the door sill. As for the jug of corn liquor that cast, I got brother. Right out of Casper Trump's big still. That's Miss Eufa's now. The first gulp had me gasping for breath. I felt like I was on fire inside. So Kess strained the tadpoles out of some branch water for a chaser. After the second snort, I was ready to tackle anybody in the world single-handed. Even Dave D'Wupper. I told you that had fixed you up. And now all we go see Miss Eufa? Yeah, sure, Kess, why not? Only, where's Morphe? Oh, he took in his dugout. And went on ahead to say the good news. Dugout? To me and you, we'll go in mine. Well, sir, if you've never ridden in one of those tiny dugouts, you have something not to look forward to. Every minute as he pulled us along through the swamp, I was sure the narrow little craft would tip over. Why don't he handle it well, and after a quarter-mile, I sew up the slew, as he called it. We landed in front of another, a larger cabin. But then... Is this a dollar? Yeah, what is it, Morphe? One of Eufa's young ones, the spoiled one. You mean that no good lace here, huh? That's the one, Kess. He heard me tell Miss Johnny's here. He run off to tell Dave Wuppers. Oh, that ain't good, Miss Johnny. He'll be coming here after you. Ah, so what? Stop worrying about it, Kess. We'll just take things as they come. But Dave Wuppers' pies? Dave Wuppers' pies? Yeah, well, stop worrying. Let's go now. Now, Mr. Johnny, I hate to say this. Well? But when somebody says stop worrying about Dave Wuppers... Yeah? I sure hope none of that white mule ain't going to your hate, Mr. Johnny. Mrs. Eufa Crump, much to my surprise, turned out to be a rather nice-looking girl of about 20, despite the fact she was a mother of four kids. Her cabin boasted four separate rooms, a couple of worn-out rooms, and four separate rooms, a couple of worn-out rugs on the floor, some lace curtains. With almost childish delight, she put her ex on the receipt for the insurance and stuffed the money into a hiding place under the floor, then made no bones about the fact that most of it would go to improving the moonshine still her husband had left her with. You're helping me. It's going to be the best still in all these here-now parts. Well, good for you, Mrs. Crump. And, Kess, I'm going to see that you get yourself a nice suit of clothes, a whole suit. Oh, now, Eufa. And, Mr. Johnny, I thank you very much. My pleasure, Eufa. Only now, you two better get on your way. It's a night bride of mine, that lacy has found Dade Whopper and told him... Whopper. What, Murphy? Dade Whopper. He's coming down the slew in his dugout. He's gotten that shotgun with him too. That he loads up with slugs. And he's coming after you, Mr. Johnny. Mr. Johnny, me and you, we better get out of here. Oh, now, listen to me, Kess. He's all licked up. And he ain't going to stop to argue with nobody. Then, Kess, you and Mr. Johnny get on out here real fast. With three of us here? Now, listen all of you. No, sir, Mr. Johnny, now you come on with me. Munch, munch of fritos, corn chips. It's not polite to snag your lips, but you can help it with fritos, corn chips. Munch, munch, munch of munch of fritos, corn chips. Whenever you have a party or friends drop in, serve a bowl of crisp fritos, corn chips, and watch your guests dig in. The golden chips of corn just made to munch. Serve in plain or with your favorite dip. 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Then push us in anywhere, Cas. But we can try, sir. We can try. Morphe's saying that he keeps that thing loaded with slugs? Yes, sir. Drunk of sober. He can hit anything with it. Then pull us over and we'll take our chances in the woods. He's not more than 35 or 40. Cas was dead before he hit the water. I jumped over after him into the shallow swamp. I started swimming over to a sort of island, a big, grassy hummock. And over my shoulder I could see that Dave was raising his gun again, aiming at me. I grabbed a lung full of air and went under. Changed my course swimming toward a patch of tulis, hoping I'd have enough breath to get to it. Several times as I swam along under the surface, I brushed aside something living. Maybe they were moccasins, I don't know. But they were nothing to the danger of a drink-crazed man with a shotgun. My lungs bursting, I reached the tulis and came to the surface. Emerging slowly and breathing as quietly as I could. I held my breath. I'm going to get you first. There ain't nobody to get you away from me, you hear me? I can see the mud you stirred. He could track me by the mud I'd stirred up when I'd swum along on the water. He was ready with a shotgun to do the same thing to me he'd done to Cas to kill me. And all I had were my two bare hands and my wits. I could hear him coming closer, closer. He was at the other side of the patch of tulis now. He's gone ready for me. I could see his hulking shadow now. I got you now, Dora. I'm going to kill you now. Quietly I slipped under the water again and I swam hard for where I'd seen him. And then I found his legs and with all the strength I had, I lifted him. He missed. And I struck him. And I struck him. And I struck him. Those people were pretty much a lawn to themselves. But Dade Wubber went back to Kennet. There he'll stand trial for two murders. And I'll just continue to poke along in this soft, cozy little job of mine. 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Overnight, is X-Lax in your medicine cabinet? Now here is our star to tell you about next week's program. Well, next week I go deep underground into a copper mine to meet a killer in the dark. Join us, won't you? Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Here, starring Bob Bailey, originates in Hollywood and is written, produced and directed by Jack Johnstone. Heard in our cast were Virginia Greg, Harry Bartel, Ben Wright, Sam Edwards, Big Perrin and Ralph Moody. Be sure to join us next week, same time and station for another exciting story of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Here are the facts. Two out of every three persons in New York state under 40 years of age have now received at least one dose of the South vaccine. All of these people have received the three doses needed for maximum protection. If you are not vaccinated against polio, the time may come when you will need this iron lung. What will your children do then? 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