From Hollywood, it's time now for...

Johnny Deller.

Dave Elwood, Johnny, Northwest Charity.

Oh, hi-ah, Dave. How's the family?

Oh, growing like weeds. You wouldn't even recognize it.

I guess not. It's been a long time.

Say, are you free at the moment, Johnny?

Well, there's nothing going on here except a rent. What's on your mind i don't know exactly maybe smoke maybe a fire i got a girl here

you executives really live well she's pretty enough to say why don't you come on over here and meet her

social or do i get paid for it you get paid uh-huh j dollar jigolo personal attention to lonely hearts

special arts why'd you say that say what lonely hearts i know. Why? Is it a code of some kind?

Well, you could call it that, I guess. What's it mean?

Johnny, if this girl is telling the truth, it means murder.

Tonight, and every weekday night,

Bob Bailey in the transcribed adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account,

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

Yours truly, Johnny Dollar.

Ha, ha, Connecticut.

The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Lonely Hearts Matter.

Item 1, $1.60, taxi fare from my apartment to the Northwest Shorter Building and the office of Dave Elwood, executive claims adjuster.

A hardworking little man with thinning hair who even after 20 years in the game still couldn't help making every claim a personal matter.

He met me in the outer office and led me off to one side.

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