Who Took the Taxis for a Ride

Everybody knows that Taxi Driver likes being over-tipped, but you can't blame him from not liking being tipped over. This is another in the adventures of America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, Johnny Dollar. At insurance investigation, he's only an expert.

At making out his expense account, he's an absolute genius. Expense account, submitted by Special Investigator, Johnny Dollar. Two, home office, the Nutmeg State liability underwriters, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of my expenditures during my investigation of the disappearance of 12 apex calves.

Or who took the taxis for a ride. Expense accounts, item one, $3.10, train fare, Hartford to New York. Item two, $1.10, dinner on route. $3? $18. Club car. Spencer Cowlett, I'm 4. I've done a $30.

Cab fare from station to garage and offices of Apex Taxi Company. I naturally waited for an Apex cab, but could have saved my time. The driver told me nothing. Except that the man who came rushing out of the Apex office when we pulled up was the big boss, Mr. Gordon McKissick.

Thanks, driver. He's just the man I'm looking for here. Thank you, sir. Hey, McKissick! I can't stop now. I'm in a hurry. See me tomorrow. Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

I'm Johnny Dollar from the insurance company. Oh, oh good, that's different, just in time, come along. Where are we going? Come on, tell you in the car. Just had to call from the police. Another one of my cabs had been stolen.

They found the driver slugging unconscious, and I gotta get out of there. I tell you a dollar, I'm going crazy, this is gonna stop. It's not only driving me out of business, it's driving me out of my mind.