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People will find that the chewing on a smooth, delicious piece of Wrigley's tear mint gum somehow will make the time pass more pleasantly. Whether you're working, driving, shopping, or just taking things easy, that good, tasty chewing gives you and Jonathan's satisfaction. So, always keep a package of Wrigley's tear mint chewing gum handy. And whenever you want them for refreshing, it's a delicious treat to you and sick. You'll like it, but it really will. Expense accounts submitted by a special investigator, Johnny Daly, at your home office. Washingtonian life insurance company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the temperamental totem board that matters. Expense account item one, $147.35. Airfare between Hartford and San Juan, Puerto Rico. I checked it in at the Cacari of Hilton, and then made my way to police headquarters where I introduced myself to Capriano Cardenas. Captain of the police. It is perhaps unfortunate you did not check with us by telephone before coming down, senor Dalarar, you might have saved yourself the trip. Oh, why is that, Captain? It is a belief that an insurance officer in your suite of Ararado has no bearing whatsoever upon his murder. Well, what does have a... Perhaps you have heard of Anthony Randolph. Randolph? That's the same Tony Randolph who's connected with the Miami Gambling Center? It is. This is here now in San Juan. And for several weeks it has been attempting to persuade the Ararado brothers to sell him an interest in the track. How's he making money now? Two days ago, senor Luis Ararado almost physically threw him out of his office. And now Luis is dead? Yes. But have you got anything you decide as possible motive? Senor Albarado was last seen by his employees while watching in his office when he tracked the photos of the six of us last night. The death was told by a 38 caliber bullet. And the time of the death was approximately four o'clock last month. Where was Tony Randolph at that time? According to himself and three of his personal friends, he was at a speedpeep in his room at the Sondaro Bee Beach Hotel. So that's the request of senor Luis Ararado. Yes. I understand that Albarado's body he was found under the postboard in the infield. Is that where he was kept? We have no conclusive evidence either way. And what about that winning ticket on a long shot he had in his hand? It was a $15 ticket on Bea Maria, the winner of the fourth race yesterday. The price was $72 to win. Ah, not bad. Any idea what he was doing with the ticket? No, but it would have hardly seemed to have any bearing on the murder. Uh-huh. Of course, it is possible. The citizens are wrong concerning this, Antonio Randolph. However, I still do not believe you will find the insurance to be the result. You seem pretty sure about that, Captain. Fine. Luis and then Jose Albarado were always very close. Not only as partners in the race, but in other business and inventors personally as well. They were brothers. Yeah? So were they came in and able. I sent the car item two to two dollars in advance. Cab had fare out to the Wisconsin so he strapped. I got there between the fifth and sixth races. Made my way to the west wing of the clubhouse, where the Albarado brothers had a private office. Oh, hello. Is the senior Albarado in? Oh, I regret senior, but it is not. I am Maria Roldan, he's confident in his acceptance. Would there be anything I could do for you? Well, why don't you be back, Miss Roldan? Not for several hours in a row. Sounds like you were expecting me. But of course, because they had words that were arriving. Oh, very good. I'm fortunate if his absence makes it necessary for me to work here this afternoon. Oh, but why is that? Because part of my duties consist of asking a hostess when we have a financial day. And that seems to think I may be the right lesson to impression upon them. Yeah, I can see why. Too bad we'll have to postpone it. But perhaps not at any longer than eight o'clock in the season. At Avenida Fiedra, number 49. I see the easy number to remember. Expensive car item three, one dollar and eighty-five cents. Cads there to the condado of the Big Beach Hotel. I caught on Tony Randolph on a private party overlooking the beach. He came completely equipped with swimming trunks, dark glasses, and completely close mouthed bodyguards, hovering obtrusively in the background. Sure, I'd be glad to tell you what I can with the dollar, but I don't figure why you came to see me. Well, you were trying to buy an interest in the Descanso race track from the Alcavorados. Yeah, that's right. I came down here on a little bit of a vacation, saw a lot of the plants, it looked pretty good, so I figured I might invest a few bucks in you. How you making up? Well, I do know how these things are. I take a trip in the sun. Little boys have been playing hard to get, but anyway, it's a surprise. We're getting on okay. Little fuss with Louis Stathorado at the office the other day. Oh, fuss. We're just climbing around, that's all. Just climbing around. Uh-huh. I don't suppose you have any idea who killed him. Me? How could I know anything like that? I just met the guy when I came down here, and all I know is he seemed a nice guy, had a nice plan here, and I wanted to go in with him. How would I have any idea who would want to kill him? Just all I'd ask. Well, that's okay, Mr. Dolly. You got a 50 grand insurance investment. Before you pay off, you want to make sure everything's on the up and up. Well, when you want it, and tell me what I'll do for you. Yeah, what's that? I got a few connections. You know, friends owe me a couple of things, you know? Yeah, I know. Oh, sometimes they get to talking about things like that. Shooting the breeze, nothing better to do. If I hear any, I'll let you know. All right. That'll be just great. Expense account item four, one dollar and eighty-five cents. Cab fare back to the Discanso racetrack. After that rather fruitless interview with Tony Randolph, I was hoping that Jose Alvarado would be back, and I might have better luck with him. Then as I approached Alvarado's office, Captain Cardinals came hurrying up. Oh, it's Mr. Dollar. He was just in time. Yeah, for what? My office just called. There is a shooting for home of Jose Alvarado. The report was phoned in to my office by his son for mass. What did he have to say? He was rather agitated and did not talk long enough to give details. He merely reported that there had been a shooting and requested that an ambulance be sent to the house immediately. Tomas Alvarado was waiting at the house to greet it. And so was the corpse stretched out on the living room floor. A thirty-eight caliber revolver laying beside an outstretched hand. Tomas did the honors. His name was Cuyo Mendoza, the former employee of our district. Why did you should have done such an incident? I do not know. Well, just what did he do, Mr. Alvarado? I don't know what started it. I was in the library, going over the list of four girls for my own concern. Then I heard the angry voices arguing in here. Your father's voice, the Mendoza's? Yes. There was a sound like a blow and I heard my father cry out. I took a gun from the desk and came in here. That forty-five cold automatic on the table over there. Ah, yes. As I kept running in, Mendoza fired a shot at me and I fired one in return and he fell. Then I ran over to my father. He was alive, Mr. Alvarado. He was unconscious. He had a bad heart. Whether it was a blow or the excitement of the argument, I do not know. I was putting the call for an ambulance and I took my father to the hospital and then you were there. You said Mendoza was a former employee. That is correct. He was a thermo-mutual machine operator. He was disturbed yesterday by my uncle Luis Corsteen. Now, obviously there is some connection between that to seeing with my father and possibly my uncle's death. Fortunately, there is no need to speculate when your father regains consciousness. He can tell. Might not hurt to speculate about one thing, Captain. What is that, Sr. Dollar? A bit of pasteboard under Mendoza's arm. Looks like a thermo-mutual ticket to me. At least, Sr. $10 a win ticket in just $4.3 yesterday at number 214, Bella Maria. When the homicide men arrived, Tomas Alvarado dictated the statement to them and then left to the hospital. Captain Cardenas went to headquarters. I went back to the health unit. Expense account item 5, $6.75. Drinks and sandwiches on the Hotel Veranda while waiting for eight o'clock in my rendezvous with Maria Roldan. My peaceful contemplation of the view was interrupted by two phone calls. The first was from Captain Cardenas. Mendoza's cut. The second call was from Tony Randolph. 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And now with our star, John Lund, we bring you the second act of your truly Johnny Dollar. Expensive on item six, one dollar and seventy-five cents. Cab fare to Avenida Pietrus number forty-nine. A swank, ultra-modern apartment building in the New Earth, San Percy section. It's well-money. And so did the lush evening gown Maria was wearing as she greeted me. How nice of you to be so prominent. Aren't you even a bit early? Well, I was hoping you wouldn't mind. Oh, how could I mind? As when a woman is dressed and ready when her escort arrives, it usually indicates she's rather important to her. Yeah. What I'm trying to figure out is, uh, why? Well, I think you should note that already, Thomas. You're always looking for reasons for motivation. Is it not enough that a woman finds you at track, even wishes to send some sign in your company? Well, I suppose it could be. What if it's not? In this case, no. I don't know. I was afraid this evening would not turn out as pleasant as I'd hoped. I'm sorry. There's no need to be. After all, you're down here on business. I can understand. I will answer your questions as best I can. Thanks. Well, suppose we start with Louis Alvarado's murder and those Bea Maria win tickets. Johnny, are you familiar with the operation of a fine mutual strike? As familiar as I want to be. Well, then you know it operates like a complicated adding machine. As each ticket is punched out and sold, the stores appear on the illuminated board in the infield. At the end of this race, the amount of money that has been bet is paid out on the winning horses. It is a foolproof system, entirely automatic. Neither more nor less money than has been bet can be paid out. Well, you've spelled it out pretty clearly. Now, why? Johnny, $21,000 was bet on the fourth race yesterday. As of 6 o'clock this afternoon, more than $26,000 has been paid out on winning tickets. Over $5,000 more than has been bet? Yes. You sure about that? I saw the head book keepers taking fun at this closing time. Was the overage all paid out on $10 win tickets on Bea Maria? Yes, it was. Has this ever happened before? I do not know. Only Jose and Louisa are keeping figures. It is only because I was there alone today that I happened to see them. What does Tom ourselves rather do with the track? Well, he takes much charge of regard and protection, sir. And who we owe Mendoza? He operated a fine mutual machine. At a $10 window? Very interesting. So interesting that it would interfere with how plans would seem. There'll be other likes, Maria. Expensive car items 7, $2.40. Cab fare to police headquarters. Captain Cardenas didn't seem to be too impressed with my latest information. No, Senorita, I do not believe it is possible. I can think of no way in which the party mutual system could be fixed. Well, the extra $5,000 paid out on Bea Maria must mean something. We have only the word of Senorita Roldan that such a sum was paid out. Well, the bookkeeper can verify it. I will check on it, of course, Senor Dala. But this much I can tell you now. It is mechanically impossible to fix the tote board or to punch out any tickets after the race begins. What about forgery? Well, that, too, would be virtually impossible. Each ticket has a special picture code printed upon it and the codes are changed with every race. That sounds pretty foolproof, gentlemen. Believe me, it is, Senor Dala. And even if it was not, what possible connection could all this have with the murder of Luis Salvarado? I wish you hadn't noticed that, Captain. It's been bothering me, too. I borrowed a headquarters car from Cardenas to take the burden off the cab fare items on this expensive account and drove out to the Condado Beach Hotel. Tony Randolph was in the gambling casino. His loan wasn't quite as expensive as it had been earlier that day. Oh, kid, Dala, what's on your mind now? I make it snappy, will you? I've got things to do. You sound like a dice of inviting the hand that rules it. So they're cold. Come on, let's get on with it. Sure. Just tell me who you're gunning for and you can go back to the tables. You better clean up that crack, Dala, and give it to me straight. You're no philanthropist, Randolph. You didn't pass along the word this afternoon out of the kindness of your heart. What's it to you why I'd pass? If it's straight, it gets you off the hook, damn it. It gets you off one, too. That's supposed to mean something? Yeah. If Jose Alvarado is sent up for the murder of his brother, you might have an easier job getting hold of that race track, sir. And you'd save that 50 grand in insurance. So where's your beef, Dala? No beef. If it works out that way. Why don't you make sure it does? Well, maybe I need a little professional advice. Let's take a look outside. Yeah, sure. Okay, Dala, what's that? It's this. Somebody figures a way to beat the Mutuals. Luis Alvarado tumbles to it. So he's kept quiet with a 38 caliber slug. That couldn't make sense. Only they tell me the Mutuals can't be beat. They could be wrong. How wrong? There's no law against counting winning tickets a day or two after the race. Well, you'd have to get the tickets first. Or print them yourself. What's it take to do that? You have to get into the track when it's closed. Get hold of the codes and a roll of ticket paper. And know how to operate one of the machines without flashing a toad board. Takes a lot of doing. Not if you're a head man. It's practical. Yeah. Anything else on your mind, Dala? Well, no, I don't think so. I do not know, Senor Dala. It is still a theory without proof. Well, the bookkeeper should be able to supply us with some. I'm afraid not. Oh? Why? He was called away from the track after the seventh race from family business. He died in a traffic accident on the way. You're sure it was an accident? Oh, there is no question. An unfortunate occurrence for us. Yeah, even tougher for him. Yes. Of course, we can always check the records of the track, and in that way it's your problem. Sure, go ahead. Captain Cardenas, I think perhaps this is of interest, Senor Dala. What is it? The garden farm beside Mendoza's body. It is registered to Senor Jose Alvarado. Before leaving the office with Captain Cardenas, I found time for one short telephone call. I think I'll be able to drop around in about an hour, Maria. The hospital told us that Jose Alvarado's condition was still too critical to allow questioning. So the captain and I went out to the castle racetrack instead. The full moon was taking a siesta behind a bank of clouds, and the dim, shadowy bulk of the grandstand looked deserted. The watchman at the gate assured us that no one had entered the track since closing time. I think perhaps we are being rather foolish, Senor Dala. This is nothing to be learned out here since this hour of the night. What about the bookkeepers report? We could wait until the morning. Maybe it wouldn't be there by then. However, the hospital assured me that Senor Alvarado could not be released for some time. Well, I won't do any harm to look operating one of the paramutual machines. By hand, there is an entrance to the cages at this time. Not here. What about Format Alvarado? Of course, for an ambulance. I'm hurt. An ambulance. I don't die out here. I don't think your Uncle Louis wanted to either. On the way to the hospital, Tomas Alvarado gave us a confession to the murders of Louis Alvarado and Julio Mendoza. Both were motivated by their separate discoveries of Tomas' little plan for getting rich off his father's racetrack. When the surgeon finally convinced him he wasn't going to die, he decided to retract and left a few details unanswered. But he had told us enough to satisfy Captain Cardenas. So, it was as I told you in the beginning, Senor Dala, the insurance had nothing to do with this matter. Yeah, but you've got to admit Jose Alvarado was involved. Apparently, only to the extent of a blackmail offense by Julio Mendoza. However, that need be no concern of yours. The unfinished business we will take care of in due time. Say, that reminds me. I've got a little unfinished business of my own. Maria was waiting for me as agreed. She's even more lush and lovely than she had earlier. She recommended a nightclub. On our way downtown, I gave her a short regimen of what had happened. So, it was Thomas who was responsible. Oh, that stupid gentleman. Why is that? He could have had everything he wanted. He's only been willing to wait for it. His father's money, you mean? See, it would have come to him in time to do this deliberately or rather murder because he wanted the money now. Well, who knows. Maybe somebody talks him into it. Maybe it's for some reason. Maybe both together. It's a poor thing to do. Oh, well, then why should we concern ourselves about it now? This is our life, John. There will be nothing more to spoil it. Yeah, I think that was probably it. What? A collaboration. Some woman talking into it. He had to be working with somebody. He couldn't have cashed all those extra tickets himself. He had their giveaway. So, somebody else helped him to his spot on our own. Oh, John, you're talking about business again. What did you do with the tickets, Maria? Sell them on a discount to some fence? I'm not being very funny, John. If this is your idea of a pleasant thing... It's not good, Maria. You tipped it when you said you saw the bookkeeper's figures at the end of the racing day. Too bad you didn't know he'd left the track at the end of the seventh race. It was a good try at keeping your own skirts clean. But it didn't work out. He could put it in headquarters. Yeah, let's go in, shall we? Expense account item 8, $38.15. Hotel bill and miscellaneous. Expense account item 9, $152.10. Airfare back to Hartford. Expense account total, $354.95. Remarks? Jose Alvarado was still too ill the next day to have any visitors. So I left Puerto Rico without seeing him. Perhaps it's just as well. How can you give a man $50,000 with one hand and take away his son or the other? Yo, show me Johnny Dollar.