The Starlet Matter

From Hollywood, it's time now for John Lund as... Johnny Dollar. Ken Rolston, Johnny. Oh, hi Ken. How's Kansas City? I don't take my word and Hollywood is better. Oh? You want me to? I'll just...

In what? So he needs me. Oh, wait. Commision? Fact.

Hollywood. I like it. In a transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yours truly? Johnny Dollar. Expense account submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar to twin state insurance company Kansas City, Missouri.

The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the starlet matter. Expense account item 1, 227 dollars and 70 cents. Airfare round trip on coach out of LaGuardia Flight 601 flying west. Some 3,000 bumpy miles later, the plain circle Los Angeles and a part of the Pacific Ocean and taxi down the runway at International Airport.

It was 3.20 of a dirty afternoon. Expensive on item 2. 440, cab fare to Sunset, Ruxton Hotel. My home away from home in Hollywood. Where I checked in, renewed all the acquaintances with Judy, the telephone girl.

Put my pale cheek against her son, Tan, and told her I'd see her later. Expensive on item 3. Two dollars even. To Beverly Hills office of Phil Gardner, agent. He was not in. The receptionist and silver hair pointed a silver fingertip across the street and said that's where.

Che Scotties. Restaurant. And Mr. Gardner would be dressed with two vents in the back, a tattersoul vest, and blue suede sandals. And you know, he was. So you're the boy they sent from Casey, huh?

Wait, I'll scoot you over a little. You can sit down. Thanks. What's your name? Dollar, Johnny Dollar. Hi. You want to see a picture, Johnny? Here, take a look. That's Toby. Toby? Toby Drake, you've seen her in pictures?