I'm now for Edmond O'Brien as...

Johnny Daller.

Why in the world are you down here,

down here, Your Kate leaves at 45 minutes?

Well, I'm taking a quick refresher course in ancient history.

You're sending me out to find a missing archaeologist

aren't you? Well I want to be able to talk his language in case I find him alive.

Edmund O'Brien in a transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed expensive

gown, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator,

yours truly, Johnny Dollar to Great

Corinthian Life and Liability Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is

an accounting of my

investigation of the disappearance of Bruce Lample.

The archaeologists who never should have left his tomb.

Spence account item one, $7.50, Railway and Taxi Fair from my Hartford apartment,

the Room 317 Brighton Arms, New York City.

A hotel whose front rooms had a depressing view of an 81st three fortunately.

Is that it?

Yes, please come in, Mr. Allison.

She was tall without awkwardness,

at the physique of an athlete but still would suffer,

and a golden hand made her seem out of place

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