The Alder Matter - Ep 3

From Hollywood, it's time now for Johnny Deller Sure, Mrs. Alder what made you think I might not be well Being in your own room like this. Well nothing wrong, Mrs. Alder. I'm fine. I'm sorry Not in the least he's very good That isn't necessarily sign of boredom is it Mrs. Alder?

You left before I did. Yes, of course. The hostess has to keep busy, you know. Sure. And like I said, I wasn't bored. I only left because I wanted a little air. I went out on the patio for it. Wonderful spot, Mrs. Otter. You can see everything.

The harbor, the slope down from the house. Even anyone who might be on it. I want to see you, Mr. Dolly. Talk to you. That figures. Where? Your car. Half an hour. 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.

Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. From Special Investigator Johnny Dollar, location Caracas, Venezuela, to the home office worldwide mutual insurance company Hartford, Connecticut. Assignment, the Alder Matter. Expense account continued. Sometimes it takes only a few well-chosen words to start the mountain coming to Muhammad.

And it looked like I had picked the right ones with Constance Alder. Whatever she had to say, I wanted to hear it, because it was a cinch nobody else in this rat race was giving away any information.

Yeah, I wanted very much to hear what Mrs. Alder had to say. I headed downstairs right away because I have a fetish about being early, but my timing was bad. Hey, Dollar, you got a minute?

You got a minute? Well, I can hardly say no to my host, Mr. Aldo. You want him to dance? Anything the matter? There's cuts on your face. What happened? Your daughter's boyfriend. Paul Kincaid? He's got the idea.