The Really Gone Matter

First of all, Leslie Fairfoot. First of all, what? He's hand-mannered with a name like that. What's bothering the dear boy, Pat? Exactly. Yeah, how do you lose it? He's the name of this beneficiary. Come, Genesis.

John Doe? Oh, no. Wait a minute. Be sure this isn't a gag of some kind. All right, Leo. Okay, Pat, I'll take your word for it. I also take it that Percy wants to hand over the money, but can't find this, John Doe.

The expense accounted my usual commission based on face value of the policy. This is a special point of giving to me. I didn't say that. Okay, Pat, it's the day you'll be in touch. Johnny, PS Radio, bring Jew Bob Bailey in the intriguing adventures of a man with the action-packed Expense Account.

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Yes, truly. Johnny Dollar. Expense Account, submitted by Special Investigator, Johnny Dollar. To the Trineweft and Life Insurance Company, Eugene, Oregon, attention Mr. Percifil Leslie Fairfoot. Wow.

following his account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the really gone matter. Be fair for it. And a missing beneficiary by the name of John Doe. Oh well, that's a living. So once, when in the late hour, item one is a 162.85 plane fair, Hartford, to New York to Portland, Oregon.

For some reason or other, I couldn't get to sleep during the cross-country flight. Of course, it may have had something to do with a good-looking redhead in the seat next to me. In any event, by the time he pulled into Portland, a few minutes after 4 AM, I was bushed.

Then I had to wait some four hours for the local flight to Eugene. It was after 11 AM when I finally walked into the office of Tri-Western on Jefferson Street. I was tired, hungry, and in no mood to bandy words with anybody by the name of Percy.