The Cronin Matter - Ep 2

From Hollywood it's time now for Johnny dollar Oh sure Can't wait until train time you're going with us up to a party in the anaeron decks aren't you? Well, maybe you could tell me the general idea of what you of fire from the bank and to keep it in your possession until she wears it at the party.

Well that's right. Don't do it. Leave the necklace where it is. Why? It's a long story Mr. Dollar. It's a lot more complicated than you realize. Well I'm beginning to realize it. Just exactly what is it you're worried about?

I am worried about Mrs. Cronin's sanity. 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, New York City to the Home Office Surety Mutual and Trust Company Hartford, Connecticut.

Assignment? The Cronin Matter. Expense account continued. Item 4, $1.80. Taxi to the offices of the Daily Times career for a look at the morgue files on Mrs. Cronin. The clipping started with a year 1916 when a bright-eyed, wide-eyed kid named Dolly McLean danced her way out of the chorus lines of a two-bit musical and straight into the

limelight of Broadway. One hit show after another hits just because she was in them, and parties, balls, social affairs. The Dancing Darling, a critic tagged it with a name in her first write-up, and the name stuck.

So she danced, danced away the mad, crazy years that followed World War I, and like everybody else, she lived it up. There were rumors of engagements, love affairs, the Baroness, count that one after another.