The J. P. D. Matter

From Hollywood, it's time now for... Johnny Deller. George Reed here, Johnny. Uh-oh, what fantastic character is Floyd's of England insured this time? Now, what is that supposed to mean? More singing mice, wayward cats, and how about the counterfeit money problem?

Johnny... Not all of us. Johnny, if you'll just listen to me. I got it. You're in trouble because you've done a switch. You've insured somebody against living instead of the other way around, that it?

Of course not. The fact... There, I knew it. Oh, what? Okay, George, what is? I fear the worst but go on. Well it's on a small brewery over near... Brewery? You mean a beer factory?

That's right. It's over near the town of Tamarco, Pennsylvania. Oh yeah, I know that country pretty well. Good, check. What you said unusual? What's so unusual about that? Yeah. When you say it that way, I guess I'd better.

Bob Bailey, in the exciting adventures of a man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator... Yours truly... Johnny Dollar. And now act one of yours truly Johnny dollar expense accounts submitted by special investigator Johnny dollar two Floyd's of England North American office Hartford, Connecticut

Following us in account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the JPD matter Expense account item one a dollar ten taxi from my apartment at George Reed's office where he promptly dragged me over to a large Map tacked to one of the wall Here it is, Johnny, between the towns of Tamarqua and trackville, Pennsylvania.

A little river that's called Pink'satani Creek. Old Indian name, I believe. Ah-ha. Well, Dortmund Brewery is just about here. Yeah. Well, OK. I'll run a car in New York and drive over there. Now, wait.