From Hollywood, it's time now for... Johnny Dollar. George Reed here. Well, George, how's Floyd to London? And how are you holding up in this hot weather? Johnny, all I can say is I wish I could make a trip to France at somebody else's expense. Now, what's it supposed to mean? I just received a transatlantic telephone call. Collect, by the way, from that underworld friend of yours in Paris.

DeMarsak. Yes. Calls herself with Shah Green. That's right, the gray cat. Why he ever chose to call himself that? Because at night, all cats are gray. So, he's hard to see in the dark. Well, figure enough for yourself, Paris after dark. and a massac knows more about the dark alleys and sewers and backstreet. But what he called you about, George? He wants to talk to you about the Alley Diamond. The what? Three quarters of a million dollars worth of diamonds, a necklace. It was stolen from the Earl of Olney during a recent visit to the United States. The Shah-Gree has a lead on him? He wouldn't say, but if he has, you can get them back. Believe me, we shan't quibble over your expense account. Including whatever may be necessary to grease the palm of de Massac. His information usually comes pretty high, you know. I understand that. And, uh, a bit of an allowance, shall we say, for my own entertainment while I'm there? Well, now, don't go overboard, Johnny.

George, I'll be in touch.

CBS Radio brings you Bob Bailey

in the exciting adventures of a man with the action-backed expense account.

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

Yours truly.

Johnny Dollar.

Expense account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar.

The Floyds of London, North American office, Hartford, Connecticut.

Following is an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the night in Paris matter. Expense account item one, $12 even, for a call to Paris France.

To a man, I wouldn't trust any further than you could throw the loo, Louis de Massac.

Howie, free, monsieur, darling.

This is your oldest, your dearest friend, they shot me.

Oldest and dearest friend, huh? But of course. One of the crookedest, chiselingest, connivist I ever met. Oh, no. But George Reed says you have some information about the only diamonds, which means you've got your hand out, as usual. Oh, believe me, mon of me, I only told him that I wish to speak to you about something. You didn't hint around about those diamonds? Well, perhaps

I did make some very slight

reference about them. Yeah. When he

objected to my phoning him, what's your

call, collect? You know where those diamonds

are to my sack? Well,

okay, how much you want this time?

Monsieur, you are speaking of money?

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