Yours Truly Johnny Dollar

Johnny Dollar - The Adam Kegg Matter

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Duration:: 30m
Broadcast on:: 06 Jul 2024
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And the people say those jewels aren't insured. I will lay off by us. 125,000. Do you want a job? Well, you don't need me. The police are working on it, aren't they? Yeah, but in the wrong direction. I think we've got a line on this stuff, Johnny, and we need somebody to go check on it. Are you free? Unemployed, yes, but not free. Where do we start? Edmund O'Brien, in another adventure of the man with the action-packed expense account, America's fabulous free-and-planced insurance investigator. Yours truly, Johnny Daller. Expense accounts submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Daller to Home Office Grand East All-Risk Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Adam Kegmatter. Expense account item 1, $34 transportation as instructed from Hartford, New York, and the Parkview Manor, an apartment hotel on 59th. Your man, Begme, met me in Nalabi. I'll tell you why I met her, you know what, I have a new one, no, she's just one of those dancin', dancin'. Hello, Johnny. Oh, yeah, fine, we'll go right up, I think the kegs are waiting for us, uh, all of it is right over there. Say, uh, this keg, he has some money, hasn't he? Yeah, he's the angel type, and so far he's married at least one girl from the line from every show he's ever bagged. Is that bad? I wouldn't know, Johnny. You'll find Adam Keg to be a very dislikeable character, so hold your temper if you can't know him. I mean, special reason for keeping it secret that you ensured this missing jury? Well, it's more or less of a courtesy of keg. He's lost some money this season, and, well, sometimes these deaths cause inspectulation, you know. He just would rather not be talked about that way. Hi, 642, Mrs. Keg. Currently, yes. I'm Mr. Beggney from the insurance company. Mrs. and Mr. Dollar are investigating. How do you do? Well, come on in. There you go. Husband at home? Yeah, he's here, he's taking a nap. Sit down. I'll wake him up. Wake me in? Uh, these men want to talk to you, Addy. If you'll take that corn off the phonograph, maybe we can talk. Sure, I think you're a bother to bother. Which one of you is Beggney? I am. This is Mr. Dollar, the investigator we are. Are you one of these New York private detectives? I've heard the majority of you are willing to play both ends against the middle. I've heard that a lot of clients like it that way. What do you mean by that? Anything you wanted. Not a gentleman, please. Mr. Keg, I understand there was a message of some kind this morning. Who is this man? I'm from Hartford. There's not as much chance in a small city for two end dealings, so I haven't had much practice. But I'm willing. Keg, Dollar here has worked for my company a number of times. We wouldn't have hired him if we didn't trust him. I'll, uh, please, will you tell us about this message? Mm. So I'll get the paper, Sylvia. Sit right next to you. Right there. The magazine right. I didn't put it there. Here it is. Mm. Here it is. Mm. Is anybody going to explain it? Let me out of here. If you don't feel like it-- No, I don't. I'm bored with the whole thing. Oh, the paper was left in front of our door the same as usual this morning. But on the front page, this was stamped page three, part two. I noticed it and told Addy to look at it. The bellboys deliver your paper? Yes, uh, Danny does. And here it is, sir. This Addy history my dad. In histone, you see the eye in the end have been crossed out. And these other words, so it reads, histone stops that sign of your cold cash stamp in. Only histone makes the startling offer insist on histone. Look at it. You're configuring. The rest of the message was drawn from the advertising copy the same way. The price of the product was changed from 98 cents to read 98,000 dollars, the price of the return of the jewels. The home of the firm, Monclan, New Jersey, was circled and rubber stamped beneath that with a word's phone booth, maple and seven, 10, 30 p.m. tomorrow. What do you make of a dollar? Well, I'd like to talk to the bellboy. What'd you say his name was? Danny. Danny Stevens. Uh, I'll-- I'll phone down and catch him for me. Add Add is the work of a crank. Anybody should be able to see that. You're right. You have to be a crank to be a thief. You make for something to it? Well, demanding ransom of the stuff makes sense. If he gets it, it'll be a lot easier than trying to fence hot jewelry. He's using the name Histon, and evidently wants to open negotiations tomorrow night, Monclan. You're going to take him up on it now? Danny, tell me, tell me to do anything I want to do. No questions, huh? If you follow this up, you'll be making a fool of yourself. I don't want to have anything to do with it. I'm going to my room. It's cooperative, television. He'll do. Do you want me to go to Monclan? Yeah. I realize it's unusual, Johnny, but if there's a chance of saving the company the difference between '98 and $125,000, I think I'd have to take that chance. Not maybe it should be-- Danny wondered if you could talk to him downstairs. He's the only one on duty. Sure, that'll be all right. Before we go, I wonder if you'd give me the details of the theft. There was a story like those you read in the papers every other week or so. She and her husband were out for the evening. Her jewelry was in her lockbox and a lock drawer. When they came home, the dresser had been opened. Who might have known where the jewels were? She didn't know, possibly the maid. When we got to the manager's office, we checked on the maid. She lived in Monclan, New Jersey, and she had just resigned. Then Danny Stevens, the bell boy, has shown it. You wanted her to talk to me? Yeah. Have you ever been inside the keg apartment? Sure I have. I guess you've been in every room in the building. How many times have you been there? Oh, I don't know. How would I know anything like that? How well did you know her? Oh, Mrs. keg. Good enough to talk to. Had a cigarette with her once. You don't think I had anything to do with this, do you? You put the paper in front of the door every morning? Yeah, that's right. How about this morning? Oh, and I got up there. A paper was there already. I didn't think much about it because I figured maybe the night man had gone up there and left it. Had he? No. Soon as Mr. keg called about what was in the paper, I asked and Jim hadn't been up there at all. That's what he said anyway. Why do you live? In Queens. Look, Mr. the cops asked me all this stuff. I don't know anything about it. You're wasting your time. You'll be around here, won't you? Yeah, sure I will. I live here. I plan to make a career out of a tell-word. I won't leave. Al Beckney brought me up to date on police progress. The case was three days old and all they had were some worthless smudge fingerprints and the assumption that the same implement had been used to try to open the apartment door, the dresser and the jewel box. They were canvassing the known fences so far without success. Expense account item two, twenty-five dollars, dinner, drinks, etc. after checking into the hotel language. And expense account item three, forty dollars for car rental the next evening and the fifteen-mile trip to Montclair. The Maple and Seven rubber stamped into the contrived message was an intersection that boasted three stores close to the night and on the fourth corner a bowling alley. The only visible phone booth was on the sidewalk near the entrance to the alleys. As I stepped inside I noticed a pair of headlights snap on a few yards of the street and a half minute later the car pulled out and double parked near me. He's calling out here, waiting. He's waiting for a call. Why? Who from? Somebody named Hispan. I'm your man. Come on. I came alone. You could cause me some trouble but don't do it. You won't get the stuff back that way. I said, do you like him to listen to you and not play hero? Yeah. Come on. Get him. Why'd he send you? Keg? He didn't send me. I'm an insurance investigator. I thought those things weren't insured. They are. That makes sense I guess. Guys like Keg don't leave themselves open to get hurt. Always somebody else. You know him. I know what he is. I'll pull him to Sally. Yeah, we can talk here for a few minutes. Who's going to pay the money? The insurance company if anybody does. How much do you expect me to sell? I don't know what you mean. I mean what kind of a bargain do we make? There's a company in Keck telecops to drop it. I won't promise you that. You can start something like this and have it all stop when you gouge $98,000 at a somebody. I'm not thinking so much about myself. Oh, you mean you pull this heist for somebody else? No, I didn't pull it for anybody. It's a little too late to worry about whoever sold you information, isn't it? How close are they? Don't be stupid. I wouldn't take a junior G-man loan to figure it. It had to be somebody who knew what Keck's wife had where she kept it and probably when they were going to be away from the apartment. Who do they think did that? I didn't ask them. I came here to find out how you want to handle this thing. I don't like it. I'll have to think about it. $98,000. How long do you have to think? How can I get you by phone? What's your name? My name is Dada. I'm registered at the Hotel Langley in New York. I'll call you. I'll try and make it sometime tomorrow. And so? Yeah. How about driving me back to 7th and Maple? I'd have to have my car there. Take it there so you can follow me. Get out. You'll be better off with a little walk. He kept his lights off while he drove out of the alley so there wasn't a chance to get the license number. But I had memorized his features and a V-shaped scar on his right cheek. It was 10.45 when I got back to my car. Not too late. I hoped to call on this Millicent Weether, the maid who had recently resigned her job at the Cakes Hotel. But I've been through all this with a police. I don't think it's right somebody can be pushed around a nag like this. Do the police know you quit your job? It's none of their business. They'll be back to you when they find out. They'll want to know why you did. It was entirely personal with me. I didn't have anything to do with the public except that when the police started to insult me, I realized how public my life was in a hotel of that type. It's not very good. It sounds like you're equipped to get away from that question. That isn't so. I won't tell you why, but what it has to do with my own personal coat of ethics and how hard it was with that pack of linen closet wool that hunted in that hotel. Do I make myself understood? Yeah, I think so. But you did know where Mrs. Cakes kept her jewels. That's a crime. It's a fault. So busy impressing me with me. What do you know about a blonde man with a scar on his cheek like an upside-down V? Who? I didn't get his name. Curly blonde hair, nose that might have been broken. He's about my size. I don't remember anybody like that, who is he? He lives here in Montclair. He says he has the jewelry. What does that have to do with me? Why don't you come here? I just wanted to meet you, Millie. If you run into a blonde man with a scar, let me know. I'm at the Langley. Oh, good evening, sir. Can you please watch where I'm going? Sir, I'm going. Oh, here's a message for you, Mr. Dollar. A lady said she'd be waiting for you in boot one. It's a lady. That must be some mistake. Yes, sir. I know what you mean. But with this one, I... Who cares? Mm. Wow. What do you know about it? I just got back from Montclair. What is it? Danny, the bellboy, and told me at our hotel, Danny's been killed. When? Tonight sometime. I'm not sure. But I'm afraid of what's going to happen. Let's get out of here. Can we go to your room? I've got to talk about it. We'll return you to the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar, in just a moment. But first, Hopalong Cassidy will come riding up to the door at CVS, the star's address, again, later this evening, with another fascinating Western adventure. Hopalong Cassidy, starring William Boyd, has heard every Saturday evening on most of these same CVS stations, where you'll also find G no 3, Von Monroe, the seal ball, the gangbusters stories, and sing it again. Now with our star, Edmund O'Brien, we return you to the second act of yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Mrs. Kake was silent during the elevator trip up to my floor, and until we were in my room and I had closed the door. Then she settled on the edge of the bed and started. I couldn't tell if it was an act or not. Come on, stop it. How much did you have to drink while you were waiting for? I'm drunk. And let's use a little control, shall we? It sounds like a crying jam. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Oh, I'm not. If you're trying to make me feel sorry for you, drop it. Frightened aims don't touch me any more until I find out what they're afraid of. Oh, shut up. I've been held, but I've been holding it in since I heard. Holding what in? I'm afraid of what my husband is going to make out of it. Out of Danny's death? Yeah. How was he killed? He was run down by a car, going home from a movie. They haven't found the driver. You don't think it was an accident? I don't know. And he was the first one questioned by the police after the robbery. I know they thought he knew more than he was telling. Do you think he was mixed up in it? Well, if he was. Yeah. If he was, my husband is going to accuse me of being in it with him. Stealing your own jewels? How does that work? Oh, they weren't mine. The privilege of wearing them was. That's the way it's been with all his wives. You lose the privilege when you're divorced. You were due for a divorce? Yeah. He got some ideas about Danny and me. It's funny. Well, there was nothing to it. He was a nice guy. Used to drop up once in a while. That isn't what he told me. What did he tell you? Maybe it isn't important. Danny didn't know where you kept your jewelry, didn't he? Yes. The dresser on which drawer? Yeah, I'm afraid he knew quite a lot about me. I didn't think he'd use it to do anything like that to me. How much are you holding back? Nothing. I came to you, didn't I? What about that hoked up offer from Montclair? You know more about that than I do. You went over there. I met a guy who decided to renege. He could have been a decoy, or he could have been Danny's killer. Oh, I don't know anything about it. I hoped you'd believe me. That's why I came to you. I was going to ask why. What do you expect me to do? Nothing, I guess. I wanted to tell somebody that I knew what was going to happen and you were handy. Adam is going to rant and curse and accuse me of every sin that exists. That's his marital privilege, I guess. It's late. You'd better run along. The police played at KG. If they did suspect that Danny Stephen's death was linked with the burglary, there was no mention of it in the papers the next morning. So after breakfast, I settled back to await developments. At 10, my phone rang. Johnny Daller. Mr. Daller. One moment, please. I have a call from high food. Go ahead, please. Hello, Daller. Now, thank me. Yeah. Adam and Kate just warned me. He's willing to drop the whole thing. What? Says he won't press a claim against the company. I'll wait a minute, Al. That's not plunge. What brought this about? I told you, he doesn't want any publicity, so it's worth it to him to hush it up. You can't do it, Al. You mean I can't do it. Well, it's up to you, naturally. But I'll tell you what it's liable to look like. Like your company pulled its investigator off the case rather than uncover a murder. I didn't hear anything about a murder. Well, there's one rattling around in this mess. That bell boy we talked to. No. Well, let's see what you mean. That that wouldn't look too good, would it? I wouldn't think so. Yeah, well, you're right. And you want me to call Kate back? No, I'll go right over. I'd like to toss it to him myself. I'll let you know how I come out. [MUSIC PLAYING] Oh, what do you want? I want to see your husband. You can't. He's-- he's not here. I'll wait for him, then. Listen to me. You see her, but please don't tell him about last night. Please, you mustn't. Let me see. Come on. Announce me. All right. Come on. Sit down. I'll tell him. Thanks. Addie, Mr. Dollar is here to see you. Who? The investigator. Until I told that confounded company to leave me alone. The W1. I like to know why all of a sudden you wanted this investigation dropped. I've been doing things the way I want to for quite a few years. I want it dropped. What's it to you or to your company? I assume you're being paid. They won't lose any money. Are you afraid of what might come to the surface of the police investigate Danny Stevens' killing? I don't want any more publicity on this thing. What would I be afraid of? I take it the publicity you don't want is the guess that you might have faked this job to collect some money. You don't have the only slanderous mind in town. The busy buddies enjoy playing with ideas like that, and I don't want it. Because it might occur to one of us that Danny knew the setup and was put out of the way. You idiot. That's an idea that would keep the nightclubs buzzing for months. You're accusing me of killing him. What I'd like are those same words in front of a witness. I'd sue you out of the country. I'm telling you that this thing can't be dropped because you don't like the taste of it anymore. All right, idiot. Go ahead. If you insist on returning my jewelry to me or paying my claim in full, help yourself. What have you done so far? I met a man in none clan. That was clever, since he said he'd meet you. What did you learn from him? The only thing I can be sure of is that he's my size, his blonde hair, and a scar on his right cheek like an inverted V. I'd know him if I saw him again. Then go find him. Sylvia. Yes, Adam? Show this man-hunter to the door. He's on the trail. Callie Ho. I wish you'd drop it. Why can't you? What's the matter with you? Nothing. I just-- everything. I wish I'd never seen him or has filthy jewels. Why don't you open up? Oh, I don't know anything about it. Now, please go. Please, before he comes out again. Sure. There's nothing like expensive gifts to keep a woman happy, is there? [MUSIC PLAYING] So there I was in the middle of 59th Street with a basket full of suspects. An owner who didn't want to collect on his insurance, a recovery stolen property, and an insurance company that wanted to drop the investigation, but couldn't. I turned to the only possibly interested parties I could think of, the police. That's very interesting. Why didn't you tell us before you went to Montclair? I'll be honest with you, because I know it won't go beyond the service. We were willing to be a little unethical to save the company some money, and when we did, we were going to make a full report to you. And now you want us to help you? I didn't ask that. I wanted to know what had happened on the hit and run down. Now, the driver's being indicted on a manslaughter charge. She gave herself up. She? She gave herself up who? Her name is Linquist. She was driving home after a prolonged cocktail party. There's no connection with the keg thing? Not according to all her witnesses. Visiting here from Florida got in day before yesterday. There goes that angle. And sorry to disappoint you, but accidents do happen. [MUSIC PLAYING] That's when I called the company and agreed that we should give up the case. I was in my hotel room packing when a knock on the door changed my mind again. I can't stand it any longer. I've got to talk to you. You said that before, come on. Well, what now? That man you met in Montclair, I know him. I'll make you think so. Blonde is scar on his cheek. I used to go with him before I married Adam. Who is he? Stanley Griffin. He's a musician. What did he tell you? You know where I can find him? Yeah, on 8th Street near the village. I forgot the number, but it's in the phone book. All right. He's been in your apartment? Too many times. I've had to call the hotel detective to keep him away. All right. Griffin, Stanley A. OK. I don't know why, but I'll go check it. [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] Hey, how'd you get here? Because you're stupid. Close it all and shut that thing off. I suppose this is it, as we jouled to you say. Is this stuff here? Yeah. How'd you get here? Do you mind telling me? I don't see that it makes any difference. Keg's wife gave me a name. Show you. You lie. I have no reason to lie. I don't believe you. Why should she do that? Don't you can tell me. All right, I'll tell you. I'll make a statement, but not unless I can make it in front of Adam and Keg. I'll leave that up to you as the stuff in the closet. I'll get it. I moved to the closet door with him. I expected him to make a break, but he didn't. He said he opened a battered suitcase, fished out a paper sack that held over $100,000 worth of jewels, and we left. Well, what's this? Your stolen property. This is Stanley Griffin. Here's a statement to make it. Where is Sylvia? Mrs. Keg is in a room. I think she'd better come out. Why? She was going to share the profits. I think she should share the failure. Stan, you're lying while you're doing this. Tell him you're lying. How should I tell him that? Because you are. I had nothing to do with it. I'll stop it. Well, Sylvia, Adam. He's lying. Adam, don't listen to him. He's lying. Now, why? You tell him, Sylvia, you make him believe that I'm lying. You can't do this. Come on. Hey, hey, quit it. Come on. Come on. He's lying. He's lying. He's lying. Come on down. You're a rotten loser, Sylvia. You always have been. You're a beautiful winner, but you're a rotten loser. Adam, where are you calling? I'm going to call the police. Adam! Sit down. You-- you said you'd do it, didn't you? You said you'd drag me out of here. I thought you were just high, but you meant it. He's lying, Mr. Dollar. There's no way to prove it, but he's lying. You're right. Everything you've done to date says you're right. You're crazy. I'm not going to take the whole rap, not for her. She told me where she kept the jewelry. She told me where they were going and how late they'd be out. Where did they go? They went to a lot of places. Now, you'll have to do better than that. She'll crank your story if you don't. She told me. I saw them go. But where stand? Where could she go so that she could leave all her jewels home for you to pick them up? That must have been part of your plan for plan. Tell him! Get away from me, Dollar. You've got it back. Leave me alone. Stay here. Don't try. Get away from me. Get up. Why not? Keep him away from me. Yeah. Keep me away while you cancel here. But don't ever forget it. I'll be back. [MUSIC PLAYING] To help the company complete its report on the cake matter, I implose a portion of Stanley Griffin's statement to the police that same afternoon. I don't know why I did it. Yeah. Yeah, I do. I wanted to get her away from him. I loved him. But she wouldn't listen to me and leave him. She had me thrown out that night. I made up my mind to steal him and make it look like she helped me, so I did. Fixed up that newspaper I had. I was drunk and crazy. And I wanted to see her in prison with me. [MUSIC PLAYING] Spence account item 4, miscellaneous, $55. Item 5, same as item 1, transportation back to Hartley. Spence account total, $230.40. Remarks? The whole matter was no more than a cloud of smoke. The bell boy's death was inconvenient but accidental. And the burglary was a rare type committed not for profit but for revenge by a jilted man. The company could have saved the above total, but please remit. Yours truly, Johnny Daller. [MUSIC PLAYING] Yours truly, Johnny Daller, stars Edmund O'Brien in the title role and is written by Gil Dowd with music by Wilbur Hatch. Edmund O'Brien's latest picture is the Paramount Pictures Production War Pad. Featured in tonight's cast were Stacy Harris, Lamont Johnson, Jeanette Nolan, Jack Moyles, Hi Everback, Hall of Victor, and Raymond Burr. Yours truly, Johnny Daller, is produced and directed by Jaime Dovier. 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