The Archeologist (The Disappearance of Bruce Lambert)

Time now for Edmundo Brian as... Johnny Dalla... Why? I'm taking a quick refresher course in ancient history. You're sending me out to find a missing archaeologist, aren't you? Well, I want to be able to talk his language in case I find him.

Edmundo Brian, in a transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator... Yours truly... Johnny Dalla. submitted by special investigator Johnny Daller to great Corinthian life and liability company, Hartford, Connecticut.

The following is an accounting of my expenditures during my investigation of the disappearance of Bruce Lambert. The archeologist who never should have left his tomb. Expense account item 1, $7.50, railway and taxi fare from my Hartford apartment to room 317 Brighton Arms, New York City.

A hotel whose front rooms had a depressing view of an 81st street mortuary. Is Lambert? Yes, please come in, Mr. Daler. She was tall without awkwardness, had the physique of an athlete, but still with softness.

And a golden tan made her seem out of place, set against the snow heaped on the sill outside the windows. Thank you for coming, Mr. Daler. I realize that mine was a rather unusual request to make of an insurance company.

Not at all, Ms. Lambert. The company doesn't want to lose a policy holder, any more than you want to lose a brother. brother but there are a lot of good private detectives in New York I couldn't afford one I had thought of notifying police but I realized that Bruce's case would be just one of many to them there's so impersonal there's a chance of any

notoriety Miss Lambert if you mean that for some reason you'd rather the police didn't find him you better tell me about it of course I was going to I don't see how it could make any difference please sit down we'd better start way back at beginning, huh? That would be in Egypt, wouldn't it? Yes. In the desert, some hundred miles west of