The All Wet Matter

Johnny Dollar. Miss Dollar. Firston? Yes. Down where, Mr. Thurston. Casey South Carolina, sir. Casey, that's somewhere near Columbia, the state capital, isn't it? Yes, sir. It's practically a part of it. And while you're down here, you almost be sure to visit our final...

I'm down there? Well, I don't see any reason why not. Good. What seems to be the trouble, Mr. Thurston? But you're car is with us. Yeah. The insurance, hm? Mr. Thurston, I think you're right.

All right. CBS Radio Network brings you a mandala cramer in the exciting adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account. America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, yours truly, Johnny Dollar. The account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to the state unity life insurance company office in Casey, South Carolina.

Following is an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the all-what matter. Expense account item 1, Paine Fair, Hartford to New York to Columbia, South Carolina. It was close to midnight when the plane set down at the airport.

So item two, a total of 1850, covers a cab into the DeSoto Hotel. A late, late supper. Some of that well-known pounding of the pillow then breakfast in the taxi to the office of state unity over in Casey.

The office happens to be on State Street, not far away from station WCAY, which incidentally carries the radio reports of these cases in mind every week. The insurance man thirst and turned out to be around, pleasant whitehead fellow in his early sixties with a soft, warm, southern accent so thick he could cut it with a knife.

Oh, right now, Miss Daller, would you all care for a seagull? Thank you, but I'll smoke one of these cigarettes, you know what I mean? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Here's what my friends up north all smoke up there where they make them.