But it's time now for...

Johnny Dollar.

This is Jet Marsh, Mr. Dollar.

Yeah, I've been waiting for you to call.

The Forest Ranger come down to my cabin and said you was calling from one of the emergency phones.

Figured it must be kind of important.

It is, Jed.

I'm at the Fire Patrol phone a mile below Primrose Camp, the Summit Road.

Can you meet me here?

This time a night, four mile across the ridge on foot. Well, you're a woodsman, aren't you? That's what you told me this

afternoon. Well, I didn't figure... I just met the Bardell. You're a long-time friend of theirs,

aren't you? Something wrong? It pops, please? I think there's something badly wrong. He and his wife

are scared half to death for some reason. I haven't seen the daughter and Poppin and his wife have each told me a

different story about her. That don't sound like them tall. Well, they're obviously under some kind of pressure.

That so-called nephew seems to be running the show. I told you, Popping, there's no nephew. He has now, Jed.

You got any idea what's behind it, Mr. Dollar? Yes. I think it's tied in with a $100,000 payroll robbery,

that wrecked car we found this afternoon,

three murders, and you'd better meet me up here as soon as you can.

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.

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