The Curse of Kamashek Matter - Ep 3

From Hollywood, it's time now for Johnny Dallerne. This is the operator at the Explorers Club. Oh good. Have you been able to? Hi, Mr. Daller, but I haven't been able to reach Mr. Donald Cronin for you. Well, hasn't he been there at all?

He was in and out all morning, but he refused to answer any calls then. Since you face telephone, he hasn't been back. What do you know when he will be back? No, I don't sir. All right, then leave a message. I'll meet him there at the club.

Is it very important that you see him, Mr. Dollar? It's important that I keep him from being murdered. 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, to winter allied life insurance company, Crutchfield Square, Hartford, Connecticut. Assignment? The curse of Como Shack matter. Expense account continues. Item six, $9.80 trained to New York, quick lunch, and taxi to the Trader's Bank and Trust Company.

There I picked up the American Express Traveler's checks that Eric Turnbull had left in my name, and left for expense money to take me to Egypt, to make sure his nephew Donald Cronin lives safely through an expedition to open the grave of the ancient feral Comasheck.

The bank tellers brief remark gave me something to think about. How are they? Oh, saying, Mr. Donald? Yep. Yes, now let me check the amount for you, Judge Holmes. One, four. All right. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, thirty five hundred, four, forty five, forty seven, forty eight, and five thousand dollars each.