 From Hollywood, it's time now for John Lund as Johnny Dollar. Dollar, my name's Younger, Lieutenant Walt Younger. I'm with the Marigold Police. Marigold Police? I guess maybe you never even heard of my little town, about 50 miles to the north. Oh, oh yeah, sure. I understand you're a pretty good friend of Joe Hickey's, Mr. Dollar. Joe Hickey? Yeah, I know Joe. He used to do a little work for me now and then. That all? Oh yeah, why? Joe was killed last night, Mr. Dollar. Shot to death. Found his body this morning. I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Younger. Anything I can do? If you could get away for a couple of hours, come on up here, we'd sure appreciate it. Sure, I'll come up, Mr. Younger. John Lund, in a transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed Xpensikov. America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Here's to Lee, Johnny Dollar. Xpensikov, submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to the Chief of Police, Marigold, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Marigold matter. Xpensikov, item one, two dollars, bus fare and incidentals, Hartford to Marigold. Which turned out to be a little village settled in a sloping valley that was quiet and clean with fresh snow. A local citizen in Galash's and sheepskin jacket told me that the building that looked like a bookshop was the police station. And sure enough it was. And two men who looked like anything, the policeman greeted me. Hello, Mr. Dollar. I'm Walt Younger. I talk to you on the phone. And I'd get here. Sergeant Cherry. Mr. Dollar? Sergeant... Have a chair. Hi. Nice of you to meet Mr. Dollar. What's about Joe Hickey? Well, sir. He's been murdered. We don't know why or who did it. How well did you know him, Mr. Dollar? Oh, he did some legwork for me when he lived in Hartford. I see. Here. This was on him. It's for you. What? We found it on his body. Go ahead. Open it. What did you say? Hi, Johnny. How are you? Good, I hope. I'm in the loan business up here now. You ought to come to see me. Besides, there are some funny things going on. And I could use some help from you for a change. Could you come up and give me a hand? Regards, Joe Hickey. They did yesterday. I guess you never got to mail it. Yeah. Why don't you hear from him last? Oh, it must be two years anyway. Any idea of why anybody didn't kill him? No, none at all, Sergeant. Well, neither we, Mr. Dollar. But we want to talk to you before anybody. With that letter and all, it looked like a pretty good place to start. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not more helpful than it. Wish I were. Would you like to be? Yeah, I would. Cherry and I are the only cops on the Marigold Force outside of four kids we got in uniform. We've never had a murder here, Mr. Dollar. We don't have a lot of facilities for this kind of thing in my little town. Well, if that letter had been mailed, I'd probably be here right now anyway, Mr. Younger. Hickey was a nice little guy. I'd like to help. Sergeant Cherry stayed at the station while Lieutenant Younger and I drove out in the cold, crisp day to the scene of the murder. Abandoned the road about a mile out of town. Found his car parked over there. Passed by, saw it and reported it. Uh-huh. I figure he drove out with whoever killed him. Could he have met the killer here? Well, no prints in that snow there. Of course, snow is awful dry and the wind blowing. Tracks could be covered too. Wind enough to cover a gunshot, you think? I think so, yeah. What did you find on him? Everything. It wasn't robbery or something else. Maybe revenge. How's that? Well, I don't know, Mr. Dollar. Joe Hickey was in the loan business. He might have made some enemies. Can you think of any offhand? No. Not yet. Can you? No. Any old wound over in Hartford? Not that I know of. Well, it's came in at close range. He must have trusted whoever did it. Where's the body? The morgue. Waiting for an autopsy. Now, if I was a big city force, I'd have all that done already. And I'd have a lot of questions to ask a lot of people. But I don't have anything yet. Kind of like to peek around first and see just what kind of questions I want to ask when I do ask him. Well, maybe that's the best way, Lieutenant. Who saw him last? His wife. I talked to her. Ever met her? Once or twice, yeah. How'd you like to meet her again? Particularly, but I had a feeling that old Walt Younger wanted me to. He waited for me in the car as I went in to see Joe Hickey's widow. She'd aged a bit since my days, but not too much. It was sweet of you to come all the way out here, Johnny. I'm glad you're here. Nice to see you again, Pat. I'm sorry, the circumstances are what they are. Johnny, I can talk to you, can't I? I sure, Pat. What is it? I feel so awful. Jonah hadn't been exactly hitting it off lately. I've been thinking of divorcing him for some time. Uh-huh. Would he give you one? Well, no, not exactly. Oh, stop it, Johnny. Don't look at me like you're a policeman or something. You don't think I had anything to do with killing him, do you? I didn't say that. Well, you looked at him. Well, I didn't mean to. Just that I haven't seen him for a couple of years and all of a sudden he's been murdered. So I'm here asking about it. Johnny, he was my husband. And a second ago, you were telling me you were thinking of divorcing him. Did you love him? I didn't love him. I didn't hate him. Don't, Johnny, not to me. Where were you last night, Pat? Well, he was out being killed. Here, alone? He left about eight o'clock and said he had some business to attend to. He never came back. Anybody call you? Anybody drop in and see you, Pat? No. But he happened to tell you why he was sending for me. No. Do you imagine that? No. Johnny. What? I've done nothing wrong. I'm sorry, Pat. I didn't think you'd mind the questions from me. Well, I do. Somebody's going to have to ask him sooner or later. I'd rather it wasn't you. I thought you were my friend. I am. And I was Joe's friend. Please go. Okay. That didn't take long. Not very pleasant, huh? No. Murder never is. Come on. Get in. Am I doing your dirty work for you? Look at us. Well, now it all depends on how you look at it. For me or for him, either one, this stuff's got to be done. Only so many people in this town and one of them killed him. Left in there in the corner. One of them killed him. Left in there in the cold snow. I'd like to know who it is. Yeah, so would I. Well, what now? You just talked to the nearest again. Last one seemed alive. I was hoping you'd map out the next move. Who do you work with? He had a girl helping him in the office. Maybe she can help us. Maybe she can. Vivian Asher. And like most of the people in town, was frightened about it and didn't want to talk too much about it. What? I said, can you think of anybody who might have wanted to kill Joe Hickey? Everyone makes friends and enemies. Tell me about his enemies. You'll find that out for yourself, Mr. Dollar. You worked with him. You were around him all the time. Did you overhear anybody? No. No, I didn't. Did you know that he was worried about some situation here and that he'd written to me? No. Yes. Anything else? Don't be ridiculous. Hmm. How long did you work for him? Two years. Did he treat you well? Fine. We got along fine. And incidentally, I didn't kill him. I was at the Shamrock Grill last night from about eight until one. People saw me there. You're pretty efficient, after all. I try to be. I wish you'd loosened up on those people in town he didn't get along with. It would help a lot. All right. What? I'll go through each file. Anyone there I can recall him arguing with or not getting along with, I'll make a note. Fair enough. Fair enough. I can't guarantee it'll be a complete list. I'd appreciate anything. I'll be back in an hour. I could think of a lot more questions I wanted to ask you, but I was more anxious to see what kind of list she'd get up for me. And it was pretty impressive. About 35 names and addresses. Lieutenant Younger took one half and I took the other. After two hours of plotting through the snowy streets of Marigold and interviewing a dozen people, I was convinced that all 35 hated Joe Hickey because he'd been pressing them for loan payments. An occupational hazard, I guess. But I was also convinced that none of them hated him enough to kill him. However, when I chanced into the shamrock barn grill, I met a man who was not on my list. Jim Teal's the name. Sure, I knew Joe Hickey. What about him? Trying to find out who killed him. Oh, yeah? You don't seem much interested, Mr. Teal. Why should I be? He was a bum when he was alive, being dead doesn't make him any better. Yeah, you've got a point there. But why was he a bum when he was alive? Lousy shock. That's what he was, a thief. He steal from you? He tried to. Yeah, when was this? Why, just last week. He came to me with a paper and said that I owed him a car. He said I had to pay it or he'd take my car away from me. I told him he was crazy. Well, if you owed him the money, he wasn't stealing. You don't get it, fella. I didn't owe him any money, not a dime. What? I paid off that loan months ago. You were just trying to pull something that's off. Other people tell you the same thing. I've talked to quite a few others. None of them have told me anything like this. Then you haven't talked to enough people. What did you do when he tried to repossess your car? I told him to get away and I take care of him. And what happened? I hit him. I remember Joe, he was about 140. Dripping wet. What are you, 180? 87, mister. And it was all my pleasure. Yeah. Especially when he came back a couple of hours later. He told me it was all a mistake. Imagine that squirt. Doing his best to beat me out of some money. Then coming back and apologizing for it when he couldn't get away with it. Ever occur to you that he had made a mistake? What loan company makes a mistake? Invented bookkeeping. Mr. Teal Glower, in a few long seconds, chewed on a toothpick and let me know more of what he thought of Joe Hickey as a person. Afraid I wasn't listening too closely to what he had to say because I was still thinking of what he'd already said. About the matter of bookkeeping. I decided I'd like to talk to Vivian Asher once more. Oh, yeah. I remember, Mr. Hickey did argue with him. He wasn't on the list you gave me. Well, I told you it wouldn't be complete. I'm sorry. Okay. Did you think of any others? No. Would it be possible for me to see the file on Jim Teal? Why? I'd like to know what it was all about. I can tell you. Well, tell me that. I made a mistake. And Mr. Hickey thought it was a collection. That's all. When he came back to the office, I told him about it. Doesn't it seem reasonable that such a thing could happen? Yeah. Or doesn't that policeman's mind of yours think that people can be human beings? I'm no policeman, Vivian. Do you have a search warrant? I suppose I can get one. Well, why don't you do that, Mr. Dollar? Yeah. Why don't I? Hello, Sergeant Cherry. Is Lieutenant Younger back yet? Not just yet. Can I help you? Yeah. Can you give me a search warrant for Hickey's loan company? You run across something, Mr. Dollar? No. No. You run across something, Mr. Dollar? Maybe. Then we'll have to call Frank Pretorius. He's the county attorney. It might take till tomorrow morning. Oh. We're not incorporated here, you know. Not very fast. Well, never mind. Look, I picked up this ash tray in Vivian Asher's office. There's some good prints of hers on it. Can you wire them out when you go over to the county seat? Sure. I don't know. Just checking. Somehow I think that she might have a background. Really? After Sergeant Cherry left, I found myself holding down the desk in the Marigold police station. A light snow began to fall and in an hour, the whole town was wearing a new blanket of white. Lieutenant Younger stomped in, reported no luck, to revisit the murder scene with him. I said I would, and we drove out there once more. Warms up when it begins to snow. Ever notice? I've been thinking about it all day, Mr. Dollar. Somebody made a real mistake. How's that? They didn't expect Joe Hickey's body to be found till spring. Look, we found it right there. But if he'd fallen down over there, we'd have to go through 20 feet of snow before winter was over. Seems logical. I think maybe we'll find out a lot when they dig those bullets out of him. If we ever get him dug out, things in my little town must seem awful slow to you, Mr. Dollar. We're still trying to sober up the doctor so he can play car in the... Ain't that awful? Well, if we... Lieutenant Younger, I didn't know who was shooting or from where, but I did know that somewhere along the line among those people in town, Lieutenant Younger or I had already talked to the killer of Joe Hickey. We'll return to yours truly, Johnny Dollar, in just a moment. Now with our star, John Lund, we bring you the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Whoever fired at us did it from the road that ran above the small ledge we were standing on. Neither one of us was armed, and there was nothing to do but stay close to the ground. When I heard a car sliding away down the road, I figured it was safe to get up. Lieutenant Younger was crumpled in the snow, his blood staining it. But he was still alive. I got one in the leg and one in the shoulder. Yeah. I better get a tourniquet on that leg. Take my belt. I'll have my tie will do. This isn't a very safe part of the country to be in, is it? How's that? Fine as a fiddle. You think you can make it back to the car? Give me a little help. One good thing about this... What's that? Exhibit A is in my leg. I have carried him up the path through the road and put him in the car. He didn't talk much the whole 50 miles to Hartford, or I turned him over to the medics and the emergency ward. After that I returned to Marigold. There was a look at, search warrant or not. I didn't have too much trouble getting inside with a ring of pasties. However, I didn't find much in the files that seemed important. When I jimmied open a locked drawer in Vivian Asher's desk, I came upon a good reason why she refused to let me look around. I dropped by her house to see her. What do you want at this hour? I know it's a hardship, Vivian, but it's a hard case. All right. I've been floundering around here for almost two days, not knowing what I was doing or where I was going. Somebody tried to kill Lieutenant Younger tonight. They nearly made the grade. They came off of close to killing me. He's out of the picture for the moment. I'm going to do things my way. As a matter of fact, I already have. Let's start with Teal. You forgot to tell me about him, didn't you? I'm not a walking file cabinet. Did you forget on purpose? Take a look at these. You were in my desk. Yeah, I sure was. What right did you have? Why are you after me this way? I'm after some truth. This is about $8,000 worth of delinquent loans, all recommended by you. What do they have to do with Hickey's death? Nothing. Absolutely nothing that I know of. And why did you hide him? Because I... Oh, I don't know who killed Mr. Hickey. I don't know what delinquent loans have to do with it. All I know is I got scared and hid all the loans that I recommended. Go on. Mr. Hickey started letting me write loans last year. I... I guess I made some mistakes. Yeah, I guess you did. What do you want me to say? No matter what it is, you'll make something terrible out of it. You're all alike. You want to chase people and frighten them and make them lie just to get away from you. There's a handful of papers that make me look stupid. My boss has been murdered and the police can make anything out of those papers. So that's why you had him locked up? That's why. You can believe it or not. Well... I'll let you know what I believe later on. Why don't you get out of here? Why don't you get out of here and leave me alone? I got out of there, but I didn't leave her alone. Instead, I stepped around to the side of the house to the dining room window as she told her troubles to an unidentified party over the phone. When she hung up, I moved around to the front of the house and took a plan across the street. Nothing happened. About midnight, she turned out the lights and went to bed. The next morning, I began to interview names at random from the loan applications I'd taken from her desk. After four interviews, I quit because all four parties involved vehemently denied being delinquent and kept to prove it. I spent an hour walking, talking to myself. Then I went back to the station with even fewer ideas as to how and why Joe Hickey had been killed. Gosh, where you been, Mr. Donner? Oh, I'm getting some things done. What's that? Just came in. Vivian Asher. Oh? How's it look? Not good. She's from Kansas City. Right here. 1940 and 41. Six arrests. Conviction in 42 for car theft. Two years. Another conviction in 45 for shoplifting. Six months. And then this, she still wanted. What for? Grand larceny. Denver police. It's pretty hard to believe, huh? She's lived here at least two years. Like straight as an arrow? Well, not exactly straight. You find something? Yeah. She's been writing loans delinquent and pocketing the payments for a long time now. You suppose Hickey caught her and she shot him? Yeah, probably that's it. Well, I guess there's nothing else to do but pick her up. I guess not. You mind holding it down here? I'd like to go with you, Cherry. Okay, Mr. Dollar. No, I wouldn't. No, sir. She's been acting up quite a bit. Hickey dead. Wald all shot up. No, no, she's home. How do you know? Cars in the garage. Oh, that gun you crazy fool! Let's go home, you dollar! What? I just saved your life and I want to know about him and about you. Come on. Hickey's been in Denver. He recognized me here and said he'd send me back. I didn't write down all the collections on those loans. I gave the money to him. How about Joe? Come on, I want it now. Cherry killed Mr. Hickey. Mr. Hickey found out what I was doing and where the money was going. I only wanted to live here and be left alone. Get your coat. I'm taking in. A check with the Denver police revealed that Cherry had been on the force there for a short time. Thenman discharged for conduct unbecoming an officer. A ballistic expert in Hartford matched slugs from Hickey's body and Wald Younger's leg. Both sets came from Cherry's 38th service revolver. He was arraigned and booked on suspicion of murder. The Vivian Asher named it as his accomplice on a charge of grand theft. Spencer gun item two. His item one. Fair back to Hartford. Total? Four dollars, even. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. The dollar stars John Lund in the title role and was written by E. Jack Newman with music by Eddie Dunstetter. John Lund can currently be seen in the Universal International Picture just across the street. Featured in tonight's cast were Harley Bear, Howard Culver, Vivi Janus, Virginia Gregg and Jim Nusser. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar transcribed in Hollywood by Jaime Delvalle. This is Dan Coverly inviting you to join us next week at this time when John Lund returns as, yours truly, Johnny Dollar. If you like your thrills to be real, your adventures to be true to life, gangbusters is the show for you. 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