The Curse of Kamashek Matter - Ep 2

From Hollywood, it's time now for Johnny dollar. Oh, thank you operator Hello What do you seem pretty anxious to talk about something miss Harkness To dig up the remains of the old feral commasheck When I talked to you on the station platform a while ago you said something about the curse of commasheck

Yes, Mr. Dollar. Isn't that nothing more and are less than superstition? No. Huh? I'm afraid that in this case, Mr. Dollar, it can mean nothing more, no less than murder. I'll take the first train.

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 Arce Turley, Johnny Dollar. From special investigator Johnny Dollar, to enter allied life insurance company, Crutchfield Square Hartford, Connecticut.

Assignment, the curse of Comachec matter. Expense account continued. Item 4320, cab to the station, train fare from Hartford to Stanford and cab to the modest but attractive apartment of Dorothy Harkness. The short trip gave me time to think.

Eric Turnbull, wealthy retired businessman, called me in on this case. Turnbull, uncle of young Donald Cronin, and turning in control of a large trust fund for the boy. Turnbull, who was determined to prevent him from making an expedition to the tomb of Comachec, on the excuse that he suspected a plot against the boy's life.

Engineered by Dorothy Harkness, who was not only Donald's fiance, but a beneficiary of his $100,000 life policy. So a talk with Dorothy Harkness seemed very much in order. Come in, Mr. Dollar. I'm so glad you were willing to come and talk with me.

How are you, Ms. Harkness? You make me sound so old. Dorothy, won't you sit down? All right. Thank you. But before we go any further, Dorothy, I think you ought to understand that I'm an insurance investigator and so far.