the shifty looker matter

Johnny Dollar. Reed here at Floyd's of England. Georgie, how are you? I'm bigger pardon? George Reed, Floyd's of England? Oh no, no, Mr. Dollar. No, this is Jeffrey Reed. I'm George's younger brother. Oh, I didn't know he had one.

Oh, yes, indeed. What's more, I've taken over here in George's place, so to speak. What's happened to him? Well, he's been reassigned to the Home Office back in London. Oh, I see. Yes, well, there's no promotion for him.

He'll be in charge of all foreign business out of the Home Office here. Look at that big bum. I mean, for running off or not telling me, without giving me a chance to throw him a farewell party or something.

Oh, you see it? He threw this quite sut. Well, it must have been. George and I got to be pretty good friends, you know, over the years. We worked a lot of cases for him.

Yes, yes, so he informed me. He also informed me, Mr. President. Well, it was pretty wild, though. I must say, like the insurance on a pair of singing mice on stolen amber grease and with totally non-existent whale.

He also informed me. He also informed me. I mean, you know, policies he never had any business issuing. He says, going back to Old England, hm? Yes, he also informed me. Yes, it was just a few days ago.

As I was saying... Gun, I'll miss you, old boy. You know something, Jeffrey? Please, Miss. He was the only insurance man I ever knew. Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I have interrupted you, haven't I?

That if I were to run into any difficulty, shall we say that shouldn't be called to the attention of the police, we know that I need never hesitate to call upon you. Uh-oh. What kind of crazy coverage is that company of yours given this time?