Johnny Dollar.

George Reed here.

Georgie, how's Floyds of England holding up this hot weather?

Fine, Johnny, fine.

Tell me, does the name Franklin P. Franklin mean anything to you?

No, I can't say...

Oh, no, wait, wait.

You mean the World War I fighter pilot who made such a name for himself came from right here in Hartford? That's the one. Oh, sure, one of my boyhood heroes. Frankie the Flying Fool, they called him. Yes. Big Plank over at the library about the couple of dozen enemy planes he brought down. Yes. Which was quite a record in those days. Yes, Johnny. Something of a legend, too, because he gets shot down one day, be right back in the other next. Yes. Just didn't know when to quit.

Well, he isn't still alive, is he?

No. Well, I didn't think so. No, Johnny, Mr. Franklin died a few days ago. Only a few... Leaving a considerable amount of life insurance, with our company, of course. Oh, I see. Over $110,000 that's to be divided equally between his two sons, Randolph and Philip, or, of course, the survivor. Uh-huh, well, what's your problem? Well, Randolph is no problem. He lives right here in Hartford. As a matter of fact, he buried his father. But we need to find Philip, if that is, if he can be found. Now, what do you mean by that? Well, suppose you come on over here to the office, and I'll tell you what I know.

Sure. Why not?

CBS Radio brings you Bob Bailey in the exciting adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account.

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

Yours truly, Johnny Dollar.

Expense accounts submitted by special investigator johnny dollar to floyds of england north american office hartford connecticut following as an account of expenses incurred during

my investigation of the twisted twin matter floyds of england hands me some pretty screwy cases,

but I love them because they always put money in my pocket, sometimes plenty.

So, expense account item 1, $110 for a taxi over to George Reed's office in the big new building on the square.

Yes, Johnny, as you mentioned over the phone, Franklin Franklin was one of the wildest, most daring aviators in all of World War I. Yeah, from what I've heard and read about him, flying and fighting was a kind of obsession with him. That's exactly what it was, an obsession. It was more than that. It was a mania. They simply couldn't keep him down. They could blast his plane the sky, fill him full of lead, but within a day or two, he'd be back up there fighting again. Yeah, must have been a real nut about it, huh? That's almost an understatement. So what about him, George? Well, a few days before that war ended, flying through a storm on the way back from a mission over Germany, he crashed into a mountain top. Not from enemy

fire, mind you. He'd shot down three folkers that day single-handed, but because of his own wild miscalculation. Yeah, but it didn't kill him. No, but he was badly injured, very badly. Didn't regain consciousness for days. When he did, when they told him he'd never be able never be allowed to fly again well johnny the man

literally went out of his mind not kidding but hadn't been for his family's money franklin

would probably have spent the rest of his days in a mental hospital hmm kind of a shame for a man

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