Johnny Deller.

George Reed, Johnny, it's Floyd's of England.

How are you George?

Do you by any chance remember, Durango Laramie Dalhart?

From that place out in Oklahoma with a crazy name of Bums Fung?

That's right.

Now, Johnny...

How could I ever forget him and more to the point has he ever forgiven you?

Forgiving me?

After all, you were the one who accused him in passing counterfeit money.

Well, I know. Well, I know.

When I did it was wash and search and iron a few hundred dollar bills to make them look nice and new and crisp.

I'm quite trying to admit I was entirely wrong about him that time.

Hey, tell me, does he still pay his premiums a brand new money and in person?

Yes, and that's what has me worried.

How do you mean? Well he wrote me some time ago and said he'd be here on the tenth of last month

to pay his regular 4500 dollar premiums. The tenth that'll last, why that's nearly six weeks ago. Exactly, and he hasn't appeared.

Well, did you write or, Warren, to see what's holding him up? I got no answer.

Johnny, I think something's happened to it.

After all, with the way he flashes money around, it's a wonder somebody hasn't knocked him off long before this.

George, if anything's happened to old derangel, Leno me, Dalhart.

Yeah, I thought you'd feel that way about it.

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