The Stolen Portrait of The Duke of Massen

I'm now for yours truly Johnny dollar. The next half hour has its baggage packed to take a trip with America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator Johnny dollar. At insurance investigation he's just an expert. At making out his expense account he's an absolute genius.

The following is an accounting of my expenditures and the investigation of the sole importative of the Duke of Massam. Or who opened the season on canvas back to. Print account item one, $350, plain fare, New York to London.

Item two, $125, replacement brand new light sand topcoat borrowed and not returned from Two? Hundred and twenty-five dollars. Replacement? Brand new light sand topcoat borrowed and not returned by fellow passenger during flight. We cleared Gander Newton, then it was four hours out, flying at twenty thousand feet over the Atlantic, with a knife and a weather fighting it out to see which could darken the sky first.

Out of the passengers were asleep, with the rough weather giving the man a seat beside me a rough time. Although the plane had leveled off, his dinner was still trying to gain altitude. Among other things he complained of kill.

Sorry, but then I'm a chopped goat. I threw it around his shoulders. Oh, thanks. Sorry to be such a father. Oh, I think I'll try a drink of water. Okay, I'll buzz in the steward.

No, no, no, Bob. He's up and forward. Maybe the walks back will do me some good. I'll be right back. Oh, there. He's late. It carried his constitutional too far. He stepped out for a breath of fresh air.

I don't think anybody can stick enough to do that. The time I got to the back of the ship, there were sea bastards from milling around the aisle. All I'm claiming not to know anything about what had happened.