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The original air date, March 24, 1953, and the title, The Syndicate Manor.

For your listening enjoyment, John Lund has...

Johnny Dollar.

Oh, Mr. Dollar, this is Wilbur Runyon. I planned to meet you at the Dallas Airport, but by the time I had your pay...

Oh, it's all right now. Sorry you went to that trouble. I took a cab in. Are you with your office now?

Oh, yes. I'll be right over.

I hope the home office didn't think I was foolish asking for your help in this matter, but...

Oh, no, they didn't. Not after paying our four policies in one employee group in so short a time.

That's the way I figured it. Accidental deaths at the oil wells are one thing, but...

Well, murder puts a different light off.

Yeah, it usually does. I'll be there in ten minutes.

Expense accounts submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to the home office, employees, cooperative, group insurance company, Hartford, Connecticut.

The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Syndicate matter.

Expense account item one, $106.40, airfare and incidentals between Hartford and Dallas, including cab fare to the Alamo building, where I contacted Wilbur Runyon, manager of your Southwestern division.

You read my report to the home office, Mr. Dollar?

Yeah, what there was of it.

Well, much I can add to it, I'm afraid. Even the sheriff at Tupelo doesn't know any more than what I wrote.

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