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The lively, full-bodied Spearmint flavor cools your mouth and freshens your taste. The chewing itself helps keep your throat pleasantly moist. Best of all, you can chew and enjoy refreshing Wrigley's Spearmint Gum almost any time and any place. Keep a package handy right in your purse or pocket so you can chew a stick whenever you want it. For a refreshing taste, plus chewing enjoyment, treat yourself to delicious Wrigley's Spearmint Gum. Millions enjoy it and you will, too. Expense account submitted by special investigator Johnny Duller to Home Office, National Life and Casual Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Isabelle James matter. Expense account item one, $103.65, plain fare and incidentals between Hartford and Tulsa, Oklahoma after receiving from you the necessary information concerning the case. I arrived in Tulsa the next morning, registered at the hotel and went directly to the police station where I introduced myself to Captain Clifford Kissig. Yeah, got a teletype from your company. Said you'd be in this morning, good trip. Fine. You're investigating the Isabelle James murder. That's right. I was hoping you could give me some help. I'd sure like to, but it's got us stumped. We've had three others like this already. Three others? Yeah, all the same. Isabelle James was the fourth. Looks like Tulsa's got to jack the ripper. All with her throat's cut? Yeah, four killings in the last three weeks. You're after a madman. Yeah, pretty smart madman, haven't got a lead. Not a one? Always picks a lonely spot, never a witness, never anyone who saw anything or heard anything. What's a you as a knife? The lab thinks it's a razor, straight razor. Got the town a little jumpy. I can understand. But we'll get something. Sooner or later the killer will make a slip or somebody will tell us something. What happens in the meantime? We just got to pray there ain't no more killing. How far is Dawson from Tulsa? Not very far. Going over to see the dead girl's uncle? Yeah, he's the beneficiary. I found the policy in her belonging. I was the one notified your company. You know the uncle? Had him come down and identify the body. How much does he get? 10,000. Well, he can use it. Just an old farmer. Well, I'm going to run over and see him. All right. How long are you going to be in town? Well, I'm being paid to investigate a murder. I guess I'll be around until somebody catches a killer. Captain Kissig advised me where I could rent a car. And a half hour later I was driving a small coupé out of the Tulsa city limits heading for Dawson. The dead girl's uncle, Morley Parrish, lived a few miles east of Dawson in an old rundown farmhouse that was in the middle of six or eight acres of parched earth. He was a man in his late fifties, weatherworn and thin. He met me at the door with a look of suspicion. What do you want? Mr. Parrish? Yes? My name is Dollar. I represent the insurance company that covered your niece's life. I'd like to talk to you about it. About what? About your niece, her debt. She's dead. What's there to talk about? You're the beneficiary. You get $10,000 from the insurance company. Come in. Sit down. I get... How much are you saying? $10,000. You want a drink? Well, I don't... I got a jug of whiskey. I've been saving it. You see your name is... Dollar. What company you work for? National Life and Casually. I get $10,000. That's right. Yeah, I have a swig. Oh, now you swallowed wrong, huh? Yeah. Oh, give me that. Well, no wonder. I didn't shake it up. Shake it up? Oh, sure. Gotta shake it to make it smooth. You're sure that didn't come with a fuse in it? Emmett Willis made it himself. Brung it by last month. Yeah, you tried now. Well, I really don't think I... Oh, go ahead. You got a bad sample. Okay. You see how much smoother it is? Yeah. Well, you just got to shake it up. No, I'll have it. Ah, yes. Oh, my... Well, that's right. Tasty. Yeah. Let's talk about your niece, huh? All right. Let's talk. You know why anybody would want to kill her? Well, it's that fella that's been killing all them other girls, ain't it? Yeah, I guess so. That's what the police say. Well, it seems to me he don't care who he kills. Just as long as it's a girl. Another swig. No, no, thanks. Your niece left you when she was 16. Didn't she? Yeah, I'll take a moment to show you how you're... Ah, yeah. Yeah, 70. 70, that again. She ran off to Tulsa. You see how much after that? Not much. Maybe once or twice a year. When was the last time you saw her? The other day in the morgue. No, I mean before that. Ah. Oh, my. Well, that was about a month. She didn't write or... Oh, look, Mr. Police, they ask all them questions. I know it. And you got to ask them all over again, huh? If you want to get your $10,000. Well, okay. No, she didn't write. She never wrote. At least in the last five or six years, she never wrote. When she first got to Tulsa, she used to write and on in. Last time I seen her, she didn't say anything about what she was doing or who she was seeing or anything. So, I can't very well help you find out who killed her. Come on, how a swig. No, thanks. I'm in a rented car. You know, she would shoot herself. And once I opened the jug, it gets finished. And you better finish it. Naturally, I will. Oh, man, oh, man. Delicious, huh? Oh, you bet. I left before he finished the damage on. It was getting dark and he stood on the porch, leaning against the post and waving goodbye between the last few swallows. Back in Tulsa, I went to the hotel where I took a hot shower, then stretched out on the bed to relax for a few minutes before going out to dinner. I smoked a few cigarettes and had just about decided to have some food sent up to the room when the phone rang. Johnny Duller. This is clear. Huh? Oh, hi. Got back from Dawson about 40 minutes ago. What did you think of the old boy? Quite a character. Thought if you weren't doing anything, you might like to drop down the station. You got something? Yeah. What makes you think so? When he got too close, he began screaming and he ran. She gave us a pretty good description about 15 minutes ago. A couple of the boys picked him up. The girl I identify him? Yeah. Well, it seems to me you're going to need more than that. His name's Story. S-T-O-R-E-Y. My Alvin Story. He hasn't said anything interesting. But you think he's it? Yeah. I think so. Nothing definite except the razor and his action, but I just got a hunch. What's he say about the razor? Not much. Admits it is. Says he was just carrying it in here. I was just taking a walk. And you weren't following the girl. I told you I wasn't. I told you I was just taking a walk. If the girl thought I was following her, well, I can't help that. I wasn't. I was just taking a walk like I said in the first place. Hello, Captain. Hello, Alvin. Back with someone to relieve Sergeant Hattuck? I'm not tired, Alvin. Well, you're going to be if you keep on like this because I've told you the truth and I'll just keep right on telling it. All night if you keep asking me. Have a cigarette, Alvin. I told you I don't smoke. Honest, Captain, this is just a waste of time. I've told you the truth and you're just a waste of your time with all these questions. We've got a lot of time. Now let's go through it again, Alvin. Where did you get the razor? Well, I bought it. Where? At a hardware store. You can check it. I bought it at a hardware store about three weeks ago. I used it to shave with, not to kill anyone. Honestly, I didn't kill anyone. I'm not the one you want. I'm not that person that killed all those women. We never said you were, Alvin. But you think so? Just because that girl thought I was following her. Oh, weren't you? No, I told you I was not following that girl. You were on your way home? Yes. You told me before. Yeah, I was on my way to a show. Yes, I wasn't on my way home. Keep asking me all these questions. I get confused and made a mistake. What show were you going to see? Well... What show? Well, no one in particular. I was just going downtown to see what was playing. You were headed downtown? Yes, to see what was playing at the shows. The girl says you were following her. Well, I don't care what the girl says. She's lying. I wasn't following her. But you were walking behind her. Yes, I... I might... Yes, I was probably walking behind her. Well, she was going in the other direction from town. Well, then I wasn't behind her. I tell you, I was going... Police sergeant named Haddock kept working in the suspect. Quietly, persistently. Alvin Story, a tall, frail-looking man, dressed in blue jeans and a leather jacket, sat behind the table trying desperately to be calm and anticipate the sergeant's next question. After a half an hour, the captain and I left and went upstairs to his office where he fixed coffee. Cream and sugar? Black will be fine. Well, what do you think? I don't know. He's a strange one. Yeah. If I had to pick types, I don't know. It's hard to tell about anybody in a police station. Maybe he was following the girl. She starts screaming her lungs out and he panics. The law picks him up, finds a razor on him. Maybe he's not the killer at all. He knows he looks guilty, so he gets good and scared. Guys act awful funny and make a lot of mistakes when they're scared. He just carries a razor around with him. Well, isn't it possible? Oh, yeah. But I still think he's our killer. Well, I have to admit I'm inclined to agree with you. But there's always a chance he's not. You never know. Kissing. Yeah? Okay. Well, we know now. Story? Yeah. He just confessed. No matter what kind of work you do, it's a real help to chew delicious wriggly spearmint gum right while you're working. When you're warm or tired, for instance, the lively, full-bodied spearmint flavor is really refreshing. It helps keep your mouth and throat feeling cool and moist. Chewing on that smooth, good-tasting piece of wriggly spearmint makes the time pass more pleasantly, too. It seems to make your work go smoother and easier. Keep a package or two of wriggly spearmint chewing gum handy all the time. Enjoy chewing wriggly spearmint while you're working and at other times. That's wriggly spearmint chewing gum. Healthful, refreshing, delicious. And now with our star, John Lund, we bring you the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Alvin's story still sat at the table in the dim, bare little room. He looked tired, but he looked relieved. A stenographer was set up at one end of the table while Sergeant Haddock leaned against the wall and smoked a cigarette. Captain Kissig crossed to the table and sat on the edge of it, facing the suspect. Can we get this thing over with, Captain? Can we finish it up and let me go lie down? You know, the stenographer's ready. Tell us about it. Well, what's there to tell? I killed him. I killed all of them. Isn't that enough to say? That's what they'll hang me for. Anything else I say won't make any difference. Why'd you kill him, Alvin? I don't know. You know something I really don't know. I just wanted to. First one, I saw her and I just wanted to. I guess I thought about it before I saw her. Yes, I used to lie in bed and think about it. I used to dream about it, too. I used to wake up and feel like I'd really done it. Sick all over and scared. Felt so terrible. Like I feel now, kind of. Yeah. It's like a dream now. Right now it's like a dream, but it isn't. Tell us about the first one. I have to. It'll help. It's kind of hard to remember exactly. I bought the razor and I waited for it. On Garvey Boulevard? I guess so. Try to remember. Yeah, it was Garvey who was late at night. What night? The night of the 11th. Maybe. I think so. I think it was Tuesday night. That's right. And I killed her. You knew her? No, not really. It's hard to explain. Well, did you know any of the other three girls? Two. No, with the last one it makes four all together. No, three. Now, think about it a minute, Alvin. There were only three. I ought to know three girls. No, now try to remember. I don't have to try and remember anything. There were three, just three. One, two, three. I know. Why would I want to lie? I'm not saying you're lying, Alvin. I even know the names. I cut the pictures out of the paper. Tell me the names, then, Alvin. Well, certainly. Mary Knapp, Virginia Vitello, and Thelma Greer. I know all of them. I kept a record. What about Isabel James? Who? Isabel James? Oh, yes, she was in the papers the other day. That's right. Somebody killed her like the others. I read about it. I thought it'd be blamed on me, but it didn't make any difference. One or ten, what difference would it make? For a half hour, they questioned Alvin's story. Time and time again, he admitted the three killings. And time and time again, he denied any connection with the fourth, the murder of Isabel James. Expense account item two, $4.95. Breakfast for Captain Kissig and myself. After which, I returned to the hotel and crawled into bed. A lie detector test would be given to Alvin sometime late in the afternoon, so that gave me at least six or seven hours to catch up on my sleep. I left a call at the desk, turned over, and closed my eyes. Bloody dollar. Three o'clock, Mr. Dollar. Oh, uh-huh, thanks. And I'm Mr. Parrish. Parrish? Yes, sir. Okay. Send him up. Yes, sir. Come in, Mr. Parrish. Have a seat. I've been down stairs for over an hour. Oh, I'm sorry. But I was up all night. I told the desk not to disturb me until three. Oh, gee, that's all right. I know you city fathers don't like to get to bed much before the sun comes up. I didn't mind waiting. I was with the police. Oh. I've been working with them on the death of your niece. Oh, is that right? Well, uh, that's the reason I come to Tulsa to see you. I was wondering when I was gonna get the, uh, get the money. Well. See, I got a chance to get me a right smart section of land, trade in the place I got now, plus eight thousands real goodbye. Oh. Well, Mr. Parrish, it might be some time before you get the money. Oh, how come? Oh, there's a routine that has to be followed. I have to finish my investigation. You're still investigating? Oh, sure. You see, your niece's death is still unsolved. Well, is that fellow just killing all them other girls? It certainly looks that way. You mean you gotta catch him before he can pay me? No, but I've gotta make sure that he's the one who killed your niece. You think maybe he isn't? Well, to tell you the truth, Mr. Parrish. Well, she got killed just like all them other girls. Not exactly. Huh? I said, not exactly. You see, the razor that killed your niece and the razor that killed the other girls aren't the same. Well, how do you know that? The police laboratory report. They can tell if it was a different razor? Oh, no, come on, Mr. Donner. Maybe I ain't the brightest. It's a fact, Mr. Parrish. How do you think they knew it was a razor in the first place? Not just a very sharp knife? Oh, they can tell, all right. Well, maybe the killer ain't using the same razor. Yeah, we've considered that, but we can't tell. He hasn't killed again. Maybe he never will. You mean I might never get my money? Well, now, Mr. Parrish, it's not quite that bad. I want to see you get your money. You've certainly got it coming. But I can't honestly recommend payment to my company until the case is solved. What do you mean until you catch the killer? That or until we're certain the same man that killed the others killed your niece. Well, it seems to me you've got to catch him to prove that. Yeah, unless he kills again. But the same razor he used on your niece. Then we can be pretty sure that he's changed razors. Well, maybe he's got two different ones. Maybe. Well... You have to go? Yeah, I've got to be getting back. As long as I ain't going to get the money right away, there's no sense in hanging around. Don't be discouraged, Mr. Parrish. Just as soon as I'm convinced the killer's changed razors, you'll get your money. Look, Captain, Morley Parrish was just in my room. I gave him a cock and bull story about his niece being killed with a different razor. A different razor? I think maybe he did it for the insurance. Read all the stories in the paper about the killings and decided to kill his niece. And the Alvin story? Right. Only I didn't tell him that Alvin's story had been arrested. Parrish left here thinking he wasn't going to get $10,000 until I was certain the same man killed his niece to kill the others. He thinks your police lab proved that Isabel James was killed with another razor. And he quickly came up with a solution that the killer had changed razors or had two of them. So what? I think he'll go out and prove it. Thank you. I think he's simple-minded enough to try and kill someone just to make it look like the killer has changed razors. Well, so do I, but it's the only way we could prove anything. Where is he? He just left. But, holy cow, if you're riding, he's wandering around little... facts. He'll go back to his farm in Dawson first. What made you think so? He has to get the razor, doesn't he? Ten minutes later, Captain Kissig picked me up in his car and we drove well over the speed limit getting to Dawson. Just west of Old Morley's farm, we pulled off the road and turned off our lights. Well, the house is dark. Where is he? Still on his way from Tulsa. We got here pretty fast, Captain. Yeah, we did, didn't we? Come on, let's walk down to the house. He have a car? I don't know, but I doubt it. I didn't see one the last time I was here. Darling? Hmm? What if you're wrong? What if you guessed wrong? What if he did have the razor on him? Well, that's a pretty good question. The night was warm and the big red moon. We walked down to the old farmhouse while a coyote howled way off in the distance. We found a spot by the side of the house where we could see the road and still be hidden in the shadows. We waited for Morley Parrish to come and get his razor. About an hour later, the old man came walking down the road and went into the house. After a few moments, a light flared in the back room. We could hear him moving around and the light went out. Hold it. Who's there? Who are you? It's me, Mr. Parrish. Mr. Dollar? This is Captain Kissig with me. This came down to see you. Well, I got business. I got to be going. In a minute. There's a drink in the house, another jug behind the stove. Go on in and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back. In just a minute, Mr. Parrish. Look, I got a hurry. Where are you going? I got business in Dawson. You're going to walk? Oh, sure. I always walk. I hitchhike if I get a lift. We've got a car. We'll give you a lift. No, I don't want to put you in no trouble. No trouble? Mr. Parrish, what did you pick up in the house? What? Nothing. What have you got in your pocket? Nothing. What do you want? You ain't got no right to do... Do you own a straight razor, Mr. Parrish? You better give it to us, Mr. Parrish. And be careful how you do it. I've got a gun pointed at you. Well, you knew it all the time, huh? I had a hunch. I hear you. Is this the one you killed your niece with? Yeah. You were going to kill somebody. Oh, there ain't no difference after the first one. I sure could have used that money. Gee. Man, oh man, that was a wonderful little farm, but... Oh, I just guess you can't beat them scientific police methods. I sure thought I had it all figured out, too. We going to go now? Yeah. What's going to happen to my farm? They'll sure hang me, and I ain't got no relatives to take care of it. The state will take care of it. Come on. Mr. Dollar, why don't you just sneak back later on and get that jug? There's no sense in wasting it on some stranger who wouldn't appreciate it. We took old Marley Parrish back to the station where he gave us a complete confession. He'd killed his niece for the insurance the way I'd figured. When we told him that Alvin's story had confessed that afternoon, old Marley just shook his head and said something about policemen being a whole lot smarter than most folks given credit for. Expense account, item three. $11.80, dinner for me and Captain Kissy. After which, I returned to my hotel, turned in, and got a good night's sleep. Expense account, items four and five. $89.45, car rental and hotel bill. Item six, $125.19, plane fare and incidentals back to Hartford. Expense account total, $335.04. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Remember friends, for refreshing taste plus chewing enjoyment, treat yourself to delicious Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum. The taste of fresh spearmint is cooling and delightful and there's lots of it in every stick of Wrigley's Spearmint Gum. It freshens your mouth, helps keep your throat moist and sweetens your breath besides. You'll enjoy the good chewing too because Wrigley's Spearmint is so smooth and pleasant to chew on. There's nothing else quite like it. Next time you're at the store, stop at your friendly merchant's display of chewing gum and get a few packages of good tasting Wrigley's Spearmint Gum. Always keep some handy for refreshing taste plus chewing enjoyment. 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