The Long Shot Matter - Ep 5

From Hollywood, it's time now for... Johnny Deller. This is Laura Konkwes, Mr. Deller. You don't know me, but... Oh, but I do, Mrs. Konkwes. You're the best friend a doctor ever had, Dr. Pompwis, that is.

Mr. Deller. He paid you a professional call the night his wife was murdered. That was lucky. Alibis don't grow on trees. Just a minute, Mr. Deller. Look, lady, I've been slugged, shot at. Matter of fact, someone tried to pick me off with a rifle a couple of hours ago, right near your house.

Maybe Dr. Pompwis will Alibis you this time return the courtesy. Will you please listen? I've got to see you. I've got to talk to you. Alright, when? An hour. The bar at your hotel. The martinis will be waiting.

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. Oh, it's truly Johnny Dollar. From Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to National Underwriters Association, 110 River Road, Hartford, Connecticut.

Assignment, the long shot matter. Expense account concluded. They were still a lot of questions, like where I was getting, trying to find out who really had killed Mrs. Palmquist. Like, was it all a smoothly planned frame on the part of her doctor husband?

Or had it been a prowler killing by another man now in jail? Or had the dead woman son Eric, a complex we didn't know about? Mrs. Koncetine was five minutes late, but I hope she could answer some of them.

Mr. Donner? Oh, come now, Mrs. Koncetine, that reading. It implied we haven't met before and you know that we have. Well, I don't remember that. The day you visited Dr. Palmquist in the hospital and pretended you had the wrong wrong, so now.