The Queen Anne Pistols Matter

It's time now for Edmund O'Brien as... Johnny Dollar. Hello, this is Carter down a tri-state insurance. I've heard of it. How are you, Bill? Fair. You call me for advice or sympathy? He just sold a $15,000 policy covering a pair.

Some of those old weapons are worth it. These must be. That's why I want you to see that they get there. Okay, Bill. And when can I talk to this Bonnie? He's at the doctors, but he'll be back in my office in an hour.

Doctors? Edmund O'Brien in a 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 special investigator Johnny Dollar to Home Office Tri State Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut.

Attention William Cartman. The following is an accounting of my expenditures during assignment on the Queen Anne pistol matter. Expense account item $1.75 cap there for my apartment of your office. But I was introduced to Leonard Bonney, a taller, badly proportioned man, whose pace the complexion was just a shade darker than a sling that supported his left arm.

Well, it's a pleasure. Mr. Dollar of pleasure. Thanks. You, uh, you've had a pretty rough go of it. That's right. And it's the truth that I'm glad to see somebody else taken the responsibility. You, uh, might tell Mr. Dollar about these attacks, aren't you?

Oh, you're happy to, Mr. Carter. The first time was in Liverpool before our board had shipped to come across. They came out from between two buildings near the wall, three of them. They handed me a whack on them, being a nester troop.

And before they could lay another hand on me, I raced off. Did you have the pistols with you? Oh, no. And I didn't have them in New York with another gang attack. They almost killed me with that knife.