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

Johnny Dollar.

Ansel Garrett, Johnny, I was out when you phoned a minute ago.

Hans, get over here fast.

What's the matter?

I'm trapped in the office of Jensen's Boathouse.

Trap?

Look, I've got no time to explain.

There's a man outside with a gun, and I can't hold him off much longer.

Who is it? I don't know, but I've got a strong hunch as the one who murdered Russell, and he's trying to do likewise to me.

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.

Expense account submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar.

To amalgamated Life Associates, Home Office, Hartford, Connecticut.

Assignment, the Crystal Lake Matter.

Expense account continued.

Item seven, two cents.

Just about what I figured my life was worth at the moment.

The tiny office I was in had no windows and no outside door, a real trap.

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