The Lorko Diamonds Matter - Ep 3

From Hollywood it's time now for Johnny Dollar Hello, who is it? Hello I don't know countess Everything weren't expecting a man to answer or at least not me. I would not know about that What about this guy who was lying unconscious in your closet? Would you know anything about that? No, Johnny. I didn't think you would

I'll give him another shot of those smelling salts I think he's a coming tool. Good. Maybe he'll know about some of these things. Yes, he will. Some of them. And of course he will tell you.

I was hoping it would not be brought out. I did not want you to know. Murder is usually brought out sooner or later. Not murder, Johnny. It is not that simple. Tonight and every weekday night, Bob Bailey and the transcribed adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. From Special Investigator Johnny Dollar, location Algiers, North Africa, to the Home Office Transworld Fidelity Company Hartford, Connecticut, assignment, the Lorco Diamonds Matter. Expense account continue. Item six, $9.30, smelling salts in a bottle of scotch.

The smelling salts were needed for a double-talking fellow named Zindorf, who'd managed to get himself gassed after death in a closet. A representative of your client who suffered the $100,000 loss, L'Ouco Diamonds of Amsterdam.

The Scotch was for me. Johnny, he doesn't like it. Should I go on holding them under his nose? Yeah, sure. Keep shoving them at him until he's strong enough to fight you off. That's how smelling salts work.

A person has to come to and she herself to fend. NINE. NINE, stop. It's more to plenty already. My nose is killed dead. No more. Maybe you've been poking it into the wrong places. What were you doing in that closet, Mr. Zindoff?