The Expiring Nickels and the Egyptian Jackpot

I always say, if you take a trip halfway around the world, you've got to expect you'll get your ticket punched. This is another in the adventures of America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, Johnny Dollar. At insurance investigation, Johnny Dollar is only an expert at making out his expense account.

He is an absolute genius. The rent account is submitted by special investigator, Johnny Dollar, who, the constant son trading company, Iro E.C. And may I say this is an unexpected question. The one thing I didn't expect about this to do during this case was somebody to pay the bill.

It started out being my answer to a viral arm run 12,000 miles away by an old wartime friend. up being a game of who gets killed first with a bunch of guys who suddenly declared themselves this fall peace time war. The difference of opinion arose over a little hassle I might call the expiring nickel and the Egyptian jackpot.

Transacount item one, $2,200. Air transportation from little old Connecticut to big old French in O'Channa, or specifically in Hartford to Hapeony. That's where I got off the plane to take a breather, without the smelling the air, and getting hit in the face with a bucket full of lukewarm raindrops I got right on another plane, bound for my destination,

right by the summit by an urging cable. Al Cuddos! We took off on instruments in the downpour of a drenching monsoon, It was like climbing up a waterfall blindfolded. Like I chased up the 20,000 feet, clear up into the penthouse, by a batch of black-hearted thunderheads laced with lightning.

And there we stayed, sucking oxygen for nine very hours, and waiting for the moment we'd get off our island in the sky. I don't know. Three rupees. Transportation from airport to the address of old Prandu and Saman.