The Indestructible Mike Matter - Ep 3

From Hollywood, it's time now for... Johnny Dollar. Huh? What? You're John Wesley Conzgrave, aren't you? That's right. Well, my name's Johnny Dollar. I'm an insurance investigator. Oh, of course. I'd be expecting a call from you.

Or at least from somebody like you. What's that supposed to mean? I expect you're interested in why I've ensured the life of a bowery bum for $50,000. You bet I am. I want to see you.

Why not? Any time. Anytime. Good for me. 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. Yars truly? Johnny Dollar.

Expense account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar, location New York, New York, to the Lakeside Life and Casualty Company. Following his accounting of expenditures incurred during my investigation of the indestructible mic matter. Expense account item 9.10 cents the phone called a John Wesley Cosgrave from my dingy little hotel on the Lower East Side. Item 10. 270. Taxi uptown to see

Sergeant Randy Singer detected division 18th precinct. You get back to that glid hand rescue mission in time? After all when the lamb boys discovered that so cold whiskey was almost pure wood out. By the time I got there Randy the poor old crude had drunk nearly half the pot. Oh it's too bad. Well I better arrange for him

to be hauled out of the morgue. Oh, Mike's still alive? And happy. Oh, it's impossible. You don't know the half of it. A week or so ago, somebody stabbed him with an ice pick just below the heart.

Result? He said the scar itched a little bit. Two days ago, somebody drove a couple of 38 slugs through him. He said it gave him a slight twitch in his side for a few hours.