The Able Tackitt Matter (Unedited Drama Portions)

From Hollywood, it's time now for Edmund O'Brien as... Johnny Dollar. Yes, Mr. Tankety did. He thought maybe you and I could get together this afternoon. Yes, sir. Edmund O'Brien, in another transcribed adventure of the man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

Yours truly Johnny Dollar. Expense account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to Home Office, Corinthian Life Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of my expenditures during the Able Tacket matter. Expense account item 1, $5 transportation costs from Hartford to the New York address of Mrs. Able Tacket.

The apartment door was standing open and I walked in. It was dark inside except for the dim glow from a blue light at the head of the stairway, where the beat of drums came from a tonograph.

There was a crude native mask on the wall with an idiot's grin, something stale and heavy in the air. There was no one downstairs, though I went up. Walking up those stairs was like walking out of civilization.

She was sitting on the arm of a chair in front of the photograph. You heard him. I did not want you to do. You're a half hour early. Well, that gives us a half hour more to talk. My plane leaves tonight.

What does the insurance company say? I'm going to British North Borneo to look for him. They do think he's alive, do they not? The company always operates on that premise, yes. There's no getting out of it, he says.

Have you seen any of his letters? No, I haven't. I want to read you this. I'm lost. I've always been lost. I don't know who I am or what I am or what I was intended to do.