The Curse of Kamashek Matter - Ep 5

From Hollywood, it's time now for... Johnny Deller. Oh, hi Leonard. Yeah, I know, listen, can you give me a hand? Two of them, I hope it's poison, and that you can prove it for me.

We'll try, what do I do? Meet me here at the home of Eric Turnbull and Stanford, Connecticut. Okay, but Johnny... Give me the address in a minute. Because if they didn't, I'm gonna go off my rocker.

What? Because the only other possible cause of death could be a curse. The curse of Camachette. An Egyptian king who died a couple of dozen centuries ago. What? 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. Yars truly? Johnny Dollar. From Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to winter allied life insurance company Crutchfield Square Hartford, Connecticut. Assignment to Curse of Comashek matter. Expense account continue.

I called Dr. Leonard St. Clair an old school chum because I knew him to be one of the foremost toxicologists in the country. And I was telling the truth. I hoped it could be shown that some kind of poison killed Donald Cronin and, subsequently, his uncle Eric Turnbull.

Both apparently had believed in the curse of the old Egyptian pharaoh, a curse that was to befall anyone who violated his ancient tomb on the banks of the Nile. Donald had done this in excavating the tomb.

But his uncle here in Stanford had only touched the bones that Donald had airmailed to him. He was opening the package that master Donald, God rest his soul. It master Donald had sent him just before he died there at the tomb in Egypt.