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

Johnny Dollar.

It's Amy Bradshaw, Johnny.

Amy, it's 1 a.m. Anything the matter?

Yes, can you come over right away?

Sure, your apartment?

No, I'm in my dressing room with the Criterion Theater.

At one o'clock and...

Amy, there's a policeman assigned to you. Is he with you?

No, I went out the back way. I came over here alone. But why? He's supposed to be protecting

you. Johnny, I can't explain now, but I think I finally know who's been trying to kill me. I want to talk

to you right away over here. Hurry. Please hurry. 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.

New York City, expense accounts submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar, to the home office, northwestern indemnity alliance, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Amy Bradshaw matter.

Expense account item 12, $5.

Taxi from my hotel to the Criterion Theater on West 44th.

Two bucks for the fare, three bucks for getting me there in five minutes.

Amy had sounded plenty scared over the phone.

The cab skidded to a stop at front.

I caught a glimpse of somebody at the other corner of the theater.

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