The Kranesburg Matter - Ep 1 (1st of 6)

From Hollywood, it's time now for... Johnny Dollar. Bob Lauter, Johnny, trying to stay in quarantine. Hiya, Bob. Been a long time. I wish you were a longer time. Uh, nothing personal in that, is he?

No, no, just bad temper. I'm on the prod, Johnny. We had a pearl necklace swiped. It's got to be irritated. Does the same thing to an oyster the way I hear. Yeah, but in reverse, if an oyster gets irritated, he makes a pearl worth it.

Say it money. Twelve? Smellie, proud. Oh, sure. Small-time jewel thief. Couple of wraps. Haven't heard of him lately, though. Well, you're here now, Neil. Who's your client? Girl. Well, if I can find it on the map, I'll see about a plane reservation.

No bother, Johnny. You already got one. Tonight and every weekday night, Bob Bailey in 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, to the home office, tri-state guarantee company Hartford, Connecticut.

The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Cranesburg matter. Item one, $105.35 since the nettles in Hartford and transportation to Crainesburg, Ohio. I checked into the hotel, the Crain Hotel, incidentally, and per instructions, waited for contact by one swanley-prell, Julesieff.

That Crain name was beginning to run out of my ears, so for the moment at least, I postponed calling on the family itself. As it happened, though, the family came to me. Or at any rate, one of them did.

Come in. My name is Finney S. Crane, Mr. Dollar. Oh, sure, sure. Come on in, Mr. Crane. Thank you, sir. You're related to Miss Melba Crane? Melba is my niece. And the necklace belonged to her.