The Harold Trandem Matter

From Hollywood, it's time now for Edmund O'Brien as... Johnny Dollar. Jack Barton, Johnny. Take this down. Holler your number. Now what's the problem? Uh, officially, there's none. As you know, the company can't...

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 accounts submitted by a special investigator Johnny Daller to home office Cleason Mutual Assurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut, attention jackpot.

The following is an accounting unofficial but very payable to my expenditures during investigation also unofficial of the Harold Trandam matter. Expense account item 1, $250, $67, 10, transportation in Cidennell's heart to Los Angeles into the two-acre Belair estate of the prominent coupon and clipper with the Harold Trandam.

I presented my identification to the pert little maid who answered the door with ushered through a portrait gallery and two living rooms to the terrace. Mr. Trandam was bent over his morning paper, sipping grapefruit juice.

He looked up at me with the same scowl I'd seen on the front pages of newspaper. Very early. Why did the servants like to win here? I said, Aaron, certainly not. I don't even know you.

Yeah, this is my card. Insurance investigation. I suppose you think I can't pay my next premium. Mr. T random, we have no doubt as to your credit rating. This is a much more important matter to you.

The Nantron? In a way, now. Now, what is this important matter? Your life. I understand there's been an attempt on it. That's my own affair, strictly my own affair. I made adequate provisions. If your company is worried about my life, I'm very cut.