From Hollywood, it's time now for Edmund O'Brien as...

Johnny Dollar.

Mr. Dollar, this is Mrs. Tackett.

Did Mr. Halt talk to you about Abel?

Yes, Mrs. Tickley did.

He thought maybe you and I could get together this afternoon.

Yes, of course. Please, hurry.

I certainly have a right to know if my husband is dead.

Edmund O'Brien, in another transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed expense account,

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

Yours truly Johnny Dollar.

Expense accounts submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar to Home Office, Corinthian Life Insurance Company, Hartford Hartford Connecticut the following is an accounting of my expenditures during the

Abel Tackett matter expense account item one five dollars transportation costs from

Hartford to the New York address of Mrs. Abel Tackett the apartment door was standing open and and I walked in. It was dark inside, except for the dim glow from a blue light at the head of the stairway, where the beat of drums came from a phonograph. There was a crude, protective mask on the wall with an idiot's grin, something stale and heavy in the air. There was no one downstairs, so I went up.

Walking up those stairs was like walking out of civilization. She was sitting on the arm of a chair

in front of the phonogram. You heard them. I did not want you to do. You're a half hour early. Well, that gives us a half hour

more to talk. My plane leaves tonight. What does the insurance company say? I'm going to

British North Borneo to look for it. They do think he's alive, do they not? The company always

operates on that premise, yes. The rain. That awful awful rain there is no getting out of it he

says have you seen any of his letters no i haven't i want to read you this i'm lost i've always been

lost i don't know who i am what i am or what I was intended to do.

I've played all the parts and been all the places and found nothing of myself.

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