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

Johnny Dollar.

Mr. Dollar.

Well, this is Jet Bamler.

Oh, hi, you, constable.

Reck and I got the wrong number.

I was calling the Shady Lane Cafe.

Now, you've got it.

I'm sitting right here at the counter.

Well, but where's Millie, Mr. Dollar? She's busy crying at the moment. I'm sitting right here at the counter. Well, but where's Millie, Mr. Dollar?

She's busy crying at the moment.

I'm waiting for her to get through and hoping she'll confess to murder.

Now, you hadn't ought to go and made her cry that way.

Millie is a fine girl.

That's the trouble with this whole case, according to you.

Everybody in this township is fine people, all of them. Ellen Bates was a fine woman, too, and now she's dead.

And one of these fine people killed her.

I'm going to find out which one, Mr. Bramler, and I'm going to tag him for it.

With your help or without it.

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.

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