The Kirbey Will Matter (AFRTS)

From Hollywood, it's time now for... Johnny Dollar. Buster? Oh, well, Buster, how are things? No, but so help me. I'm going to one of these days. Is that what you call me about? Kirby, Kirby.

Oh, sure. The sweet old fella I met down at your boat dock. A guide or something? That's the one. Oh, sure, I remember him. How is he? What? Bob Bailey, in the exciting adventures of a man with the action-packed expense of college.

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yours truly? Johnny Dollar. Expense accounts submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar to the trying state life and casually insurance company home office Hartford, Connecticut. Following his account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the Kirby Will matter.

As soon as I hung up on Buster, I lost no time in making the necessary plane reservation to Las Vegas and picking up a handful of American Express travelers' checks. That's item one on the expense account, a total of $320.

Then I packed a bag was about to take off on the phone ring again. Johnny Dollar. Oh, Johnny, I'm glad I caught you in. Oh, hi, Danny. Johnny, I need you badly and I need you fast.

What? Danny. I'm sorry, Dan, but I can't handle it. I'm about to get you playing out here. No, no, Johnny. Now, listen. There may be a killing involved in this case, so we don't dare waste any time.

No, no, you listen. There may be a killing involved in what I'm going on. What's more, the death of our client occurred at one of your old stamping girls? Sorry, Dan. Don't make Mojave resort.

Danny, I told you. What? Mike Kirby. Okay Danny, I'm on my way. It was 7.30 a.m. when the plane dropped me off in Las Vegas, Nevada. Smack in the middle of the Mojave Desert. Even at that hour of the morning, the otherwise clear clean air was filled with the cacophony of this city of chance.