 From Hollywood, it's time now for Johnny Deller. That's McCracken, Johnny. You're a first-look judgment bureau. Well, hi, Pat. What's new? I've got a problem. This is new? Pat, every time you call me up, you've got a problem. What is it this time? Johnny, did you ever have any trouble getting rid of money? Getting rid of? Look, Pat, this is the thing I do best. Well, not so here. What do you mean? I got $25,000. I've been trying to give it away for two weeks, but I can't. Just a minute. Let me take the phone. Huh? For a minute, I thought you said you were trying to give away $25,000 and couldn't. You heard me correctly. Boy, you have got a problem. I'll be right over. In the exciting adventures of a man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yours truly, Johnny Deller. And now, act one of yours truly, Johnny Deller. Expense accounts submitted by special investigator Johnny Deller to the Home Office Universal Adjustment Bureau Hartford, Connecticut, following an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the shy beneficiary matters. Expense account item one, $1.20 for a cab from my apartment or the offices of Universal Adjustment where Pat was waiting for me, looking very snide. But, Johnny, usually beneficiaries are beating down my daughter, correct? This one is playing a real call. What's the deal, Pat? Oh, it starts out real simple. Two weeks ago, Ms. Helen Gaysworth died. Huh? In June for $25,000, beneficiary, a man named Elijah Summers. Oh. That's where my trouble starts. No Elijah. Can't locate? Can't locate. No trace whatsoever. Oh, what have you done so far? Well, the usual, Johnny. We checked that list, advertised the newspapers. All I've come up with is nothing. Where did you advertise? New York. That's where Ms. Gaysworth lives. Uh-huh. Do you have any relatives? None, as far as we can determine. Any idea who this Elijah Summers is or why she picked him as beneficiary? The only lead we've got is something Ms. Gaysworth's landlady told her. Oh, what's that? Well, apparently this Ms. Gaysworth was something of, uh, an eccentric. Lived alone in a dingy apartment. South of the world was pretty much against her. Oh. All except Elijah Summers. Landlady heard her mention him once or twice. It seems he's been nice to her sometime in the past. How? Well, that I don't know. Neither does the landlady. She have any idea where he could be? What he's doing? If he's even alive? No. But if he is, he's entitled at $25,000, so we've got to find him. Hey, you know, you don't have much to go on, Pat. Correction, Johnny. You mean you don't have anything to go on? Expensive on item two, $36 even. Transportation and incidentals to New York City. I saw the landlady. Ms. Gaysworth had moved in six months ago from somewhere a few blocks away. Three hours later, I'd located her somewhere a few blocks away. There, I learned only that she'd, yep, moved in from somewhere else a few blocks away. Grantedly, however, a picture arose in my mind of a creepy little lady drifting from place to place alone and, well, I felt sorry for her. I also felt sorry for me because nobody along the line had ever heard of a lie just this summer. Finally, I turned up for a first landlady in New York. She remembered Ms. Gaysworth mentioning something about having come from San Francisco. She thought. Item three, $167.20, plain fare and incidentals to San Francisco. Item four, $9.50, newspaper ads in the San Francisco papers. Frankly, I wasn't very optimistic, but that's where I was wrong because the very first day I got results. The results, incidentally, were blonde with brown eyes. Mr. Dollar? Yeah? I'm Janet Blake. May I come in? Oh, my sure. Thank you. How can I do for you, Ms. Blake? You're the one who ran the ad about a lie this summer. Yeah, that's right. Has he answered it? Not yet. Do you have any idea where he is? No, none at all. That's why I advertised. Look, are you related to Ms. Summers? No. I may offend the case. Well, have you any idea where he might be, Ms. Blake? Have you ever rid of a little town called South Fork, California? No. It's on a Yuba River up in the Sears in what used to be some of the Gold Rush countries. You think Elijah Summers might be up there? Maybe. What makes you think so? Just call it a hunt, Ms. Dollar. Just a hunt. Item five, $27.50, a rented car to take me to the town of South Fork. There was just enough inhabitants to keep it from being called a ghost town, a collection of ramshackle buildings with a fork in the river hemmed in all around by the mountain ranges. I looked up the local law, big BP, slow-talking deputy, sheriff named Rawlin. Elijah Summers? Yeah, that's right. I'm looking for him. Well, who's I? My name's Dollar, Johnny Dollar, insurance investigator. Looking for Elijah Summers, huh? That's the general idea, yeah. Well, good luck, Dollar. What do you mean? I'll tell you. You'll find Elijah you let me know, huh? OK. Why? He's wanted for murder. Act two of yours truly, Johnny Dollar, in a moment. Power flag now numbers 50 stars. And behind each star, there stands yet another flag, representing one of the 50 states. Rhode Island state flag is white with an anchor, first used as a colony symbol in 1647. The motto, Hope, was added in 1664 when the government was organized under a charter from King Charles II. A circle of 13 gold stars were added for the original 13 colonies. This is the flag of a unique colony and state which carried out a most noble experiment in freedom. The Royal Charter of 1663 reads, to hold forth a lively experiment that a most flourishing state may stand and best be maintained with full liberty and religious concernment. Rhode Island state flag, the flag of the 13th state to enter the Union, was adopted on May 19th, 1897. And now, act two of yours truly, Johnny Dollar, and the shy beneficiary matters. Now I knew why Elijah's summaries were so hard to locate. After all, a man who's wanted for murder isn't exactly going to make himself conspicuous. How come you want to find Elijah, Dollar? He's a beneficiary of a life insurance policy share of $25,000. I'm afraid the dough is not going to do him much good. Maybe not. Oh, sure, he's got to be brought in, tried, and convicted. But I figure that's largely a question of time. When did this killing take place, Sheriff? Last year. Here in South Fort? A ranch about three, four miles east of here at Jess Tyler's place. Is Tyler the one who was killed? Yeah. Well, what happened? Well, so Elijah always was a funny old duck. Jess Tyler kept him around the place a couple of years, sort of a hired hand. Now, from what we could piece together, Elijah and Jess got in an argument about some work Elijah wasn't doing very good. And Elijah went plum crazy, shot Jess, and took off in the hills. I see. Jess is with her, took her pretty hard for the better part of the year. I guess it was Ben Watch finally pulled her out of it. And it was married just a month ago. Oh. She and Ben are living on the ranch. Straight out of town, they eased up on a ride. OK. Can't miss it. Figurine going out there. Yeah, I thought I might. You any idea where Elijah might have gone? Matter of fact, they got a pretty good idea. Yeah? Over the next range of mountains is a place called Tough Luck Canyon. A couple of hermits in there panning gold. Gold? Well, they give me maybe three, four bucks worth a day. Enough to live on. Now, I've got me a hunch Elijah's holed up somewhere in there. Have you been up there after him? Two, three times. Well? Well, so he's got to be careful. Elijah's mean shot with a 30-30 guest powder found that out. Besides, there's lots of places up in there for men to hide. Uh-huh. So you've given up on him? Dollar. I don't give up on no man. And Elijah stays up there long enough he's going to get fearless. One of these times I go up there, I'll get him. I got into my car and drove out to the planet ranch for his widow Clara and her new husband Ben Watson living. They were expecting me. Sheriff Rollins phoned us. You were coming, Mr. Dollar. I doubt if there's much we can add to what he's already told you about Elijah and the killing. Well, I'm sure you don't enjoy talking about it, Mrs. Watson, but I do. I don't mind any more, Mr. Dollar. Time has a way of taking care of most things. Of course, I still can't help feeling sort of bitter about Elijah. But I also can't help feeling sorry for him. Yeah, sure, I understand. I gather that Mr. Tyler always treated Elijah pretty well. Yes, he did. I kept him around here when it really didn't pay to. Then how could Elijah turn on him that way? Elijah was always pretty unpredictable, I guess. No one really knows what the argument was about. Mr. Watson, how would I get to Tufflock Canyon? You? You mean you're going after Elijah? I'd like to try. I don't think that's a very good idea, Mr. Dollar. Probably not, but why not? Could be dangerous for you, maybe. And why do it? My job. I've been thinking about Elijah a lot lately. An old man like that somewhere up in that canyon out in the open, in the cold. It just isn't right. Yeah, well, anyway, how do I get there? As the road takes off a mile or so from here, you'll see it marked. It winds up through the mountains to about three hours hike from Tufflock Canyon. OK, thanks. Just one thing, Mr. Dollar. This Elijah, he's a good shot. I know. And so do I. Put a 30-30 slug in my shoulder once. When was that? Night of the kill'em. I was living on the next ranch over at the time. I was one of them that took off after him. He winged me from 200 yards. Oh. I tell you for a fact, Mr. Dollar, he can shoot fast, he can shoot straight. With those cheerful words from Ben Watts ringing in my ear, I drove back to town. I had him $6.35, $0.40 for some camping equipment. I figured I'd be spending a couple of nights out in the open. I found the so-called road they told me about. Finally, it just sort of peed it out among the trees and rocks up the other timber line. I started hooping it. Three hours later, I was over the ridge and working my way down the western slope of Tufflock Canyon. Suddenly, I stopped. Yeah, somebody was training me. I crouched behind some brush and waited. And I run. Hey, wait a minute. You're the girl who went to my aunt about Elijah in San Francisco. Mr. Dollar. Janet. Janet Blake, isn't it? Well, I'm afraid I lied to you about my name, Mr. Dollar. Really, Janet Tyler. Tyler? Jess Tyler, the man Elijah killed. He was my father. Well, what are you doing here? Decide to take the law into your own hands, maybe. You don't understand. I don't want to harm Elijah, but he must be found and brought back. Well, I'm with you there. Then stay with me, because I think I can lead you to him. Wait any at the upper end of this thing. Now, what makes you think Elijah's around this neck of the woods? Well, years ago, Elijah brought me up here. There's a little pocket in the rocks. It's almost decaying. He likes it, but it was his plan. I recognize the landmark. Get down. Looks like we've finally located Elijah, the hardware. Three of yours truly, Johnny Dollar, in a moment. It is a very well-known fact that symbols are important to men everywhere. Whether they be symbols of country, religion, or honor, they're a cherished part of the culture and tradition of all people. As in almost all countries of the world, the people of Spain are very religious. And in the Spanish town of Vendrell, the people were having difficulty with a symbol. A 300-pound angel sitting on top of 154th church people. The angel had been there since 1784, and needed repairs to keep it from falling down on the heads of the parishioners. But 150 feet is a long way up, and 300 pounds are a lot of weight to bring down. And there was a great deal of head scratching over the problem, until someone casually mentioned the problem to someone else who happened to be stationed at the United States Air Force Base in Zaragoza, Spain. It wasn't long before visions of a helicopter came to mind. Because Americans like to help other people everywhere, the Air Force Whirlybird lifted the angel from the church people, brought it down for repairs, and later returned it to its perch. So grateful were the people of Vendrell for this active, friendly cooperation that they held a mass celebration of American day to show their appreciation. Television and newsreels carried the story of kindness through the newspapers and magazines throughout Spain. This gesture on the part of the United States Air Force created a new symbol, a symbol of friendship and understanding. It became a symbol of freedom, the right of all men everywhere. And now act three of yours truly, Johnny Dollar and the shy beneficiary matters. Yeah, we found Elijah Summers all right. He was somewhere in the rocks above us there in Tuplek Canyon. And I knew the minute Janet and I poked our heads up, we'd collect a slug. He had his pin down, but good. Johnny, you think maybe it's... Stay down. Now look, Janet, I still don't understand why you were so anxious to find Elijah. Johnny, you heard him shooting at us. Yeah, you're right. What kind of shots did they sound like? Rifle, matter of fact, a small caliber rifle. A .22 maybe? My flip? Where'd you get that .22 slug? This came from Elijah's gun. The night my father was killed. But he was killed with... Hey, wait a minute. That's why I want to talk to Elijah. That's a good idea, and so do I, but how? I think you'll still remember my voice. Let me try. Okay, but be careful. Elijah? Elijah? Who is that? Daniel. Yeah, go on. It's Janet. Elijah, Janet Tyler. That's right. Who's that with... Dollar, Elijah. Johnny Dollar, I want to talk to you. I'm your friend. Yeah, I know you're so... Please, Elijah, he's telling you the truth. We don't want to hurt you, but we must talk to you. Truth, Miss Janet? Yes, you know I've never lied to you. You got it, Jen? Yes. Cross it out in the open, and we'll have to see it. Why don't we guess wrong about Elijah with death? I guess no, I'm not wrong about him. I sure hope not. Okay, here it is. In the open. Okay. Elijah. Hello, Miss Janet? Oh, Elijah, you look terrible. You've been up here all this time, living like... living like an animal? I don't you worry about me, Nana. I haven't been getting along pretty good up here. By the looks of you, I haven't been getting much food. Enough to keep my eyes sharp, mister. Oh, I see that devil's sheriff fella come poking around here time or two. He didn't even come close. And if he had a... I'd put a pot at him easy with this. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Elijah. That rifle of yours. It's a good one, Miss Janet. I remember when you gave me it two, three years ago for the grounds crews. Elijah, have you ever had any other rifle besides that .22? Nope. You're sure about that? Of course I'm sure. You see? Yeah. I've took good care of it, too. I kept it clean in Paris. Yeah. Look now, Elijah. Have you ever used any other rifle besides that one? Nope. Janet, your father was killed with a .30-30. I know, Janet. That .22 slug you showed me a while ago. You said you got it the night your father was killed. It came from a larger gun. I saw it. Someone. Private slug out of his own shoulder the night of the killing. He threw it away. He didn't notice I was watching. Later, I heard him tell it around. He'd been hit with a .30-30 slug. You mean your stepfather, Ben Watts? I was confused at first. I didn't understand. Then it came to me. Ben Watts was the one who killed my father. Elijah was probably trying to protect dad and shot Ben with a .22. Yes, it was a big fight to miss, Janet. I don't just remember what all happened, except all of a sudden, they were chasing me. And I run. Sure. Ben figured he could pin the killing on somebody like Elijah who wouldn't have a chance of proving his innocence. Hey, Elijah, have you seen Ben since you ran away? Oh, sure. Oh, Ben's come poking around here, too, every so often. But I ain't too smart for him. Yeah, sure. It figures, Janet. Elijah's a threat to Ben as long as he's alive. So Ben comes hunting up here every now and then. It's horrible. Well, of course, I've got to be real careful, because I only got a .22. And he's got a .30-30. But he'll never get old Elijah. Believe you, me, he won't get old. You're hot! Elijah! Get down and keep quiet. The shot had come from a clump of rocks more than 100 yards away. I scooped up my automatic where I thrown it on the ground and started circling slowly, trying to get around behind the clump of rocks. I'd almost made it when my foot slipped and sent a rock down the slope. He popped up then, ready to shoot, but lucky for me, his first look was toward the rock instead of me. He saw his mistakes hanging in his rifle toward me, but he was too late. Yeah, right here, Janet. How's Elijah? Shoulder. He's all right, though. Yeah. It's Ben Watts all right. He'll be. He'll be still alive. Oh, yeah. He'll keep. Long enough. Expense account total $410 even. Remarked? Well, I turned Ben Watts over to the local law. And I helped old Elijah fill out his claim for the $25,000 insurance money Miss Gazeworth had left him. It ought to keep him real comfortable for the rest of his life. You know, Pat, once in a while I get the feeling that this job of mine is worthwhile after all. You're as truly Johnny Dollar. Our star will return in just a moment. Our flag now numbers 50 stars. And behind each star, there stands yet another flag representing one of the 50 states. Alabama's state flag is white with the crimson cross of St. Andrew, the symbol of the Confederacy and the national flag of Scotland. Alabama's state capital, Montgomery, served as the first capital of the Confederacy. And it was on the steps of its capital building that Jefferson Davis took the oath of office as president of the Confederated States of America. The Scottish Cross is in the form of an X or Saltears and is also found on the state flags of Georgia and Mississippi. Perhaps it is the independent rugged spirit of the Scots that recommended its national symbol to the Confederacy as a symbol of its rebellion. Alabama's state flag, the flag of the 22nd state to enter the Union, was adopted on February 16, 1895. Now here is our star to tell you about next week's story. Next week, the most cockeyed case I ever worked on. Not one of life, but death insurance. Join us, won't you? Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Truly Johnny Dollar, starring Bob Bailey, originates in Hollywood. Written by Robert Reif, it is produced and directed by Jack Johnstone. Heard in our cast were Virginia Greg, Jeanette Nolan, Larry Dubkin, Jack Krushen, Russell Thorson, and Howard McNeer. Be sure to join us next week. Same time and station for another exciting story of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. This is Dan Cumberley speaking.