Time now for Edmund O'Brien as...

Johnny Dollar.

Why in the world are you down here, Donald?

Your train leaves in 45 minutes.

Well, I'm taking a quick refresher course in ancient history.

You're sending me out to find a missing archaeologist, aren't you?

Well, I want to be able to talk his language in case I find him alive.

Thank you. to be able to talk his language in case I find him alive. Edmund O'Brien, in a transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed expense account,

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, yours truly Johnny Dollar.

Yeah. Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Expense accounts submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar to Great Corinthian Life and Liability

Company, Hartford, Connecticut.

The following is an accounting of my

expenditures during my investigation of the disappearance of Bruce Lambert, the archaeologist

who never should have left his tomb. Expense account item one, $7.50, railway and taxi fare from

my Hartford apartment to room 317 Brighton Arms, New York City.

A hotel whose front rooms had a depressing view of an 81st Street mortuary.

Ms. Lambert? Yes, please come in, Mr. Dollar.

She was tall without awkwardness,

had the physique of an athlete, but still with softness,

and a golden tan made her seem out of place,

set against the snow heaped on the sill outside the windows.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Dollar.

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