 From Hollywood, it's time now for... Johnny Duller. George Atkins at Northwest Indemnity. Oh, hiya, Georgie. How'd you like to go to New York, Johnny, and get into the game-mad world of the theater? Thanks a lot, Georgie, but no thanks. I'm not the grease-paint type. I know, but Amy Bradshaw is. Amy Bradshaw? Yeah, we wrote a policy on her a couple years ago. Look, if it's her autograph you want, why send me? It's not that simple, and she wants. I know, I'm one of them. I think she's great. Johnny, looks like somebody's trying to kill her. Georgie, I'll be right over. Tonight, in every weekday night, Bob Bailey and the transcribed adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator... No, it's truly Johnny Duller. Expense account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Duller to the Northwestern Indemnity Alliance, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Amy Bradshaw matter. Expense account, item one, $16.50. Transportation and incidentals to New York City. I checked into the hotel and then went over to the Criterion Theater on West 44th, where Amy was starring in a play called The Unguarded Hour. David Coleman, the director, was standing in the wings watching the third act on stage. David Coleman? Yes? I'm Johnny Duller, insurance investigator, sent over by Northwestern Indemnity. Oh, yes, Mr. Duller, I called them. Let's go over here where we can talk. Okay. How's the play going? Well, 22 weeks now. I've been going along just fine until this business came up. How did it start? Last evening, just before curtain time, I dropped by Amy's dressing room. She looked well strange. How so? Pale, trembling. She was staring at a note in her hand that sounded like some sort of crank note. Do you know, you or an evil woman, you will be punished by a sudden death, unquote. Have you reported this to the police? Oh, no, well, I was afraid that if I did, it might get into the papers and we don't want that kind of publicity. I see. How about if I talk to Amy after the show? I told her you'd be down and she'll talk to you. Oh, good. Well... Oh, Mr. Duller, the strain of this whole thing's being to show up in her performance. She's making mistakes and it rattles the cast, especially the young ingenuo, Sheila Mitchell. Well, I'll see what I can do. There's always the possibility that it is just a crank note and that Amy will never hear any more of it. That's what I'm hoping. But we might as well face another possibility that somebody close to Amy is using the crank note as a cover. Has that thought ever occurred to you? I... No. No, it hasn't, Mr. Duller. We will continue with the Bradshaw matter in a moment. 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I guess I get a little overcharged out on the stage. Sure. Listen, it's nice meeting you, Mr. Donner, and I know why you've come down here, but I think you're wasting your time. Oh. Yeah. It's all things really pretty silly, you know? I hope so, Miss Bradshaw. You mean Amy. Okay, Amy. See, look, you can talk about it. Well, I'd love to, but I'm afraid I have a date tonight. Could we make it tomorrow, maybe? Sure. Okay, anytime you... Excuse me. Come in. Oh, Mike. Well, hello, Amy. Uh... I'm sorry. I didn't know you had company. That's all right. This is Johnny Dollar. Johnny, Mike Pomeroy, my agent. Mr. Pomeroy. How are you? What did you think of it tonight, Mike? Well, I... I seemed like okay. Oh. Uh, tell you what, Amy, I'll see you tomorrow, eh? Tomorrow, Mike. I've got a few things I've got to take care of tonight. Uh, contracts to go over, you know, things like that. Oh, of course. Well, glad to meet you, dollar. Uh... Night, Amy. Is that offer of a drink still good, Johnny? Well, sure, but I thought you said you have... Oh. Oh, sure, let's go. Thanks for understanding. Anywhere in particular? There's a little place right down the street, small and quiet. Good. Oh. What's the matter? You lost the stage and went out the other door. Oh, no. Why? I think someone's waiting for me outside this exit. Oh. It's sort of a friend of mine, Puerto Cane, but he can be a little wearing and I'm rather tired. Sure. I could see him through the open door, a thin-faced rather elegant-looking man in a black humberg. We went out the other side and down the street to a bar a few doors away. Item two, an expensive count. Four dollars, drinks. After the first one, Amy relaxed a little. I wanted to get her myself and it wasn't too tough to do. There's not really much to tell about me. I've been acting a long time. Sometimes it seems too long. I've come a long way. Some people would say up. I hope it is. You make it sound pretty simple, Amy. I guess we do what we have to. All of us. I had to act. So. So, just like that, huh? Just like that. You've always gotten everything you wanted, haven't you? I think so. Hasn't anyone ever gotten in your way? No, Johnny. That's never happened. If it did. It looks to me like somebody's standing in your way right now. What do you mean? That threatening letter you got the other day. I told you. The whole thing's silly. There's nothing to it. Now, that's what you told me, but I don't think you believe it. Okay. So maybe I have worried a little about it. I wouldn't have if it hadn't been always probably only my imagination. What was, Annie? Well, last night, after the show, I felt like walking a little. I went west on 44th Street to Times Square. As usual, it was crowded. I stood on the curb waiting for the light to change, and suddenly I got shoved out into the street. Oh. Right out into the traffic. I jumped back just in time. You see who did it? How can you tell in a crowd like that? I know. It was probably only coincidence that it happened right after I got that note, but... Johnny, I still just can't believe anybody is really trying to do me harm, but I guess what's been making me nervous during the performances staring out at that blackness past the footlights, wondering if there's somebody out there who hates me. Uh-huh. I guess I can't stand being hated, Johnny. I've got to be loved. Look, Amy, did it ever occur to you this might not be a crank out in the audience that it might be someone closer to you? What? Johnny, that's impossible. Isn't? I don't have many friends. They've mostly to do with the play, but those I have are good ones. Who else besides your agent, Pomeroy? How about the director? David Coleman. He's a very old friend and one of the best. How about the producer? Emily's the last person in the world who'd wish me harm on a dollars and cents basis. If nothing else, he and Dora both. Dora? His wife. I like her very much. Does she like you? Why shouldn't she? The one who was waiting outside the theater. Porter Kane? Oh, he's a sort of a fan, I guess. A little eccentric, maybe, but he's been very good to me. Johnny, really, it couldn't be any of them. Maybe. Maybe not. Look, Amy, I was sent down here because Northwestern and Demnity holds a policy on you. I know. Now, who's the beneficiary? William York. Who's he? My husband. Oh. I didn't know you were married. We separated six months ago, but he didn't. What he wanted, I didn't. It's as simple as that. Well, where is he now? Here in New York, somewhere, I guess. I don't know. He's a writer, sort of. Johnny, I'm tired. Oh, sure you must be. I'm sorry I kept you so long. Oh, no, I didn't mean that. It's been nice. Very nice. It's funny. I seem to relax a little when I'm with you. We left that one way and one outside. Item three, $2, taxi to Amy's apartment. There was a car parked two doors down with a man just sitting in it. I saw Amy give it a quick look. 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