The Delectable Damsel Matter

From Hollywood, it's time now for... Johnny Deller. Oh, hi, Rip. How's Hollywood's most eligible bachelor? Us it is. Are you kidding? That gal's coming out party. Hit the society column of every newspaper in the country.

Yeah, I know. Hey, wait a minute. Weren't you dating the luscious, hilly, ransable, hound bank? Rip, you just don't appreciate the finer things of life. Oh, no. What? What difference does it make? All that beauty, all that money?

Okay. Why not? Okay, I'm on my... Eh... What's the catch, Rip? I'll find, but suppose you give me some idea. Fighting adventures of the man with the action-packed Expense Account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

Jaws truly? Johnny Dollar. And now, act one of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Expense Account, submitted by Special Investigator, Johnny Dollar. To the Mono Guarantee Insurance Company Los Angeles office.

Following us in the kind of expenses incurred during my investigation of the Delectable Damsal Matter. Expense Account at $107, even Hartford to New York in a DC-7 a mainliner to Los Angeles. Single is a good name for Rip.

He has a knack for meeting wealthy, important people, particularly women. Yeah, they practically swoon under his spell. And he sells them insurance. I'm not sure I approve his love and leave tactics, but it's no wonder he knew Hildee Ransom hear us to a couple of million bucks.

Hi, Johnny. But he hadn't told me why he wanted me to meet her. And I was sure it wasn't just for a date. Daydreaming, Johnny. Huh? Hey, your bag is right here on the rack.

Come on. I'll let you put in the car and we'll take off. Oh, hi, Rep. Sure. Where's the car? Over here in the parking lot. Hey, what were you dreaming about there at the luggage pickup?