The Oldest Gag Matter

Johnny Dollar. Dollar? Angler, did you say? That's wrong. What can I do for you, Mrs. Fangler? Say, what can I do for you, Larry? Lloyd Briskam runs some kind of a factory on the edge of town, didn't it?

Yeah, he and his party-on-network brings you Mandel Kramer and the exciting adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account. America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, yours truly, Johnny Dollar.

My special investigator, Johnny Dollar, to the star mutual insurance company Home Office, Hartford, Connecticut. Following is an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the oldest gag matter. Ari Spangler turned out to be one of the new generation of insurance agents with that Madison Avenue touch. You know charcoal, grey suit, white shirt, dark blue tie, well-shined shoes.

And he had that freshly scrubbed look as though he'd just stepped out of a barber shop. He was maybe 25 or 6 good looking in an almost pretty sort of way. With a well-tanned complexion, plenty of dark curly hair and above all that eager expression of the young man who's out to set the

the world on fire. Yeah, the briskham place is down on live old cabin who Johnny. I'm south of here always. You're the driver. I'm certainly glad you were able to call along. Any idea who might have wanted to kill Mr. Briskham and why? Oh, I have plenty ideas. But why don't we see what the police have to say when we get there? Oh,

then you've called them. John Barber, the old man's business partner, called them. Same time as he called me. At least he said he did. Any reason why he shouldn't Do you know John Barber? Never heard of him.