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

Johnny Dollar, boy genius.

Oh, look, Johnny, don't blame yourself.

We come here to Lagos Island to pick up Tom Chase, so what happens?

He circles around behind us, grabs a boat, and takes off.

But how could you help it?

I should have figured what he was up to.

He was all alone here on the island, no way to get off.

So we obligingly

show up in a boat. He pins us down on the underbrush with a few wild shots while he works his

way around to the boat. Well, one thing I got to admit, Lola, your husband's no dummy.

Please, Johnny, I... I'd just as soon not be reminded of Tom's cleverness. Embezzlement, murder, escape. If that's cleverness, I don't want any part of it.

Oh, if he'd only turn himself in.

Oh, fat chance of that.

Maybe if he goes back to Barbados, we can find him there and proceed.

You're overlooking one small detail, Lola.

You and I are now on the same spot Tom Chase was.

We're alone on this island, and there's no way off.

Music was. We're alone on this island and there's no way off. 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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