
The Great Detectives Present Yours Truly Johnny Dollar (Old Time Radio)· Staffel 17
Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar: The Little Man Who Was Their Matter (EP5090)
Freitag, 23. Oktober 2026 · 33 min
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Today's Mystery: Insurance investigator Johnny Dollar is called to investigate the disappearance of Howard L. Edwards, a man presumed dead after his car plunged into the Hudson River. With $100,000 in insurance benefits at stake, the evidence points to a carefully planned disappearance. But when Johnny uncovers suspicious details and a trail of missing papers, he begins to suspect that something far more sinister has happened.
Original Radio Broadcast Date: September 20, 1959
Originating from Hollywood
Cast:
• Bob Bailey as Johnny Dollar
• Virginia Gregg
• Larry Dobkin
• Ralph Moody
• Gil Stratton
• Herb Weigand
• Vic Perrin
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Welcome to the Great Detectives of Old Time Radio from Boise, Idaho. This is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we're going to bring you this week's episode of Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar. But first, I want to encourage you, if you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. And a reminder, as you're making your travel plans, check out JohnnyDollarAir.com. JohnnyDollarAir.com is a Priceline affiliate link, so part of the purchase price supports the great detectives of old-time radio at no additional cost to you. So remember, when making your travel plans, check JohnnyDollarAir.com first. Now, from September 20th, 1959, here is The Little Man Who Was Their Matter.
Johnny Duller. Pat McCracken, Johnny.
Universal Adjustment Bureau.
Well, hiya, Pat.
One, two, three in a row.
Now, what's that supposed to mean?
Mysterious disappearances. Three weeks ago, you were out looking for the beneficiary of a big policy by the name of Jonathan Doe.
Yeah, so what happened? He turned out to be a man who never existed.
I know. And then last week, it was Elmer Loomis. Find him, find his body, find out who murdered him.
Only his disappearance was rigged by himself to get away from his wife. Not very cleverly done, however.
Well, this one was, Johnny.
Which one?
Number three. Howard L.
Edwards.
Made it look so much like accidental death. Fooled everybody at first.
Where?
Curse Ferry, New York. Little town along the Hudson over near Yonkers.
Well, if you know it was a fake, what do you want me to do about it?
Find him. Bring him in so we can prefer charges against him.
What kind of charges?
Perpetrating fraud against the insurance company. What else?
What if he hasn't collected? I'm afraid I don't get it.
You will. Come on down here to the office and I'll tell you about it.
Uh.
Is policy a big one? Very. Then you won't quibble over the size of my expense account.
I didn't say that.
But of course, that's what you meant.
Johnny.
Okay, Pat. I'll be over in a few minutes.
And now, Act One of Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar.
Expense account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dollar to the Universal Adjustment Bureau Home Office, Hartford, Connecticut. Following is the count of expenses incurred during my investigation of the little man who was there matter.
Expense account.
Three mysterious disappearances in a row. I almost wish somebody'd set a fire, rob a bank for a change. But expense account item one, a dollar twenty for a cab to the office of Universal Adjustment Bureau. As usual, Pat McCracken got straight to the point.
Plain as day, Johnny.
Howard L.
Edwards insured his life of fifty thousand dollars, double indemnity.
So?
Beneficiary, his wife, Mary Louise. In other words, if he was accidentally killed, his wife would collect a cool one hundred thousand bucks.
But he wasn't.
He wasn't.
You sure?
Oh, the police down there in Curse Ferry thought otherwise at first. You know, when they discovered the way his car had toppled over into the Hudson River just above town.
Is that the way he staged it?
Uh-huh.
But when they found out that Edwards and his wife were stony broke and had been for months, that if it wasn't for the finance company that had started by now, that's what wised them up.
But, Pat, if they haven't found him or his body... Him, Johnny, him.
According to the police, his wife finally broke down and confessed that they had planned a disappearing act for quite some time.
Oh, I see.
Oh, sure. They figured when his car was found, they'd think his body had washed down the Hudson through the narrows into the ocean and.
The company would pay off.
Yeah, I see. Then once she got the money, pack up and leave and meet him wherever it was they'd planned to meet.
Would the company have paid off without a body, without absolute proof of death?
That might depend on the court, on how smart a lawyer she got hold of. But what if they did have to wait for seven years for the statute of limitations to run out? Yeah, I see what you mean. Oh, this kind of fraud has been tried before, Johnny. And sometimes, I'm afraid, probably it's been got away with. So, with $ 100, 000.
So, if I find him, I get that nice, fat fee we were talking about.
That's right, that's exactly... No! Look, and you take it easy with that freewheeling expense account, will you, for once? Why, Pat, I never do that. But you'll find him for us, huh, Johnny? Just bring him in, so we can throw the book at him.
Okay.
Give me his address, home to contact, and Curse Ferry, and I'll see what I can do. Expense account item 2485 for a tank full of gas. I decided to use my own car, not to save money for the company, but to save time for myself. My first contact down on Curse Ferry was Police Sergeant Ben Ringler, who had been in charge of the case right from the beginning.
Headquarters was the back room of a small brick building that served as city hall.
All right. Do you know how the highway skirts the edge of the river just about town? Well, it was rainy and wet that night. You missed the curb, skidded over the edge and rolled down into the river. At least that's what he tried to make it look like.
You mean he deliberately ran that car into the river?
Sure he did. There wasn't a sign of a skid mark.
Sergeant, how long after it happened did you find the car?
Well, I said he left home after dinner the night before. But after midnight she called us, said to please go out and look for him. Like we got nothing to do but go out and look for some guy who was away from home a couple of hours.
And you found the car?
I'm telling you, I'm telling you. Some kid who was fishing down there seen the wheels of the car sticking out of the water early the next morning after the rain.
In other words, it's possible that if there had been skid marks, the rain might have obliterated it.
Oh, stop kidding yourself. Him and his wife were so.
Broke, they.
What did Howard Edwards do for a living?
Called himself an inventor. And listen, him and his wife even already had the house up for sale.
So?
Well, don't you see? As soon as she collected the insurance money, she could leave town and nobody think nothing of it.
Mrs. Edwards admit all this to you?
Are you kidding?
Well?
Of course not. But when she let slip about their planning a disappearance, well, dollar no matter how you look at it, two and two makes four. So don't worry, she'll admit it before I'm through with her. I've cracked harder nuts than her in my time.
Maybe I'd better see and talk to her. Sure, go ahead.
Make her break down and tell you where he's gone. If you can.
Now, just what do you mean by that?
You young kids think you're pretty smart. But, mister, you just try to get anything out of her.
Oh, I can try.
Yeah? Good luck, Dollar. You're gonna need it.
Act II of Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar, in a moment.
Great scientific achievements usually are made through the combined efforts of many men. Such is the story of the Atlantic Cable, one of the outstanding milestones of the 19th century. But today the name of one man remains to remind us of that venture, the organizer and director Cyrus W. Field, a retired paper merchant who risked his fortune, sanity, and integrity in an awesome adventure that.
Lasted 12 long years.
Field first was approached in regard to a short underwater cable to Newfoundland in 1854. After a huge investment of both money and energy, the cable was completed the following summer. Field then went to England to tackle the much larger problem of laying the Atlantic cable.
Many futile attempts were made.
Cable was broken, splices were made, cable was lost, tempers flew, and ship captains resigned in disgust.
Still, Field wouldn't give up.
Finally, on August 8, 1858, it appeared that the project had been successfully completed. Cyrus Field went ashore and walked 15 miles to the nearest telegraph station. There he wired his wife, the Associated Press, and President Buchanan. He informed the President that Queen Victoria would telegraph her congratulations over the new cable. But before the Queen's message was completed, the line went dead. The much-hailed project was again a failure.
Faulty insulation was blamed. In 1865, the largest steamboat afloat, the Great Eastern, made another attempt. Just 660 miles from Newfoundland, the cable parted. Inadequate hoisting tackle prevented its recovery. Field broke down and wept like a child. And yet, the very next year, he sailed with the Great Eastern.
For one more try.
This time, every failure had been studied, every provision made.
On July 27, 1866.
Cyrus Field landed at heart's content. After personally cabling the unbelievable news, he immediately boarded the Great Eastern, retrieved the broken cable of the year before, spliced it, and laid the second Atlantic cable.
Cyrus W.
Field.
Another American whose driving energy insisted that somehow there must be a way.
Let's find it.
And now, act two of yours truly, Johnny Dollar and the little man who was there matter.
No.
No, I won't open the door.
Mrs.
Edwards.
Please go away.
Please leave me alone.
I want to talk to you, Mrs. Edwards, about your husband.
Why don't you, policeman? Leave me alone.
I'm not the police, ma'am.
Oh, yes, you are.
You're trying to fool me again, like the man who came yesterday.
Like the one who kept calling me on.
The telephone all night.
My name is Johnny Dollar from the insurance company.
The insurance... Are you sure of that?
Yes, ma'am.
If you put your foot in the door like that Peter Baskin yesterday... No, no, no.
Here.
Here are my credentials, Mrs.
Edwards.
Johnny Dollar, insurance and.
Oh, please come in, Mr.
Dollar.
I'm so glad you've come. Maybe you can help to find Howard. I... Oh, I just can't believe he's dead.
Well, that seems to agree with the police theory, Mrs.
Edwards.
The police. They've been terrible.
They've been trying to drive me out of my mind, make me say a lot of things that aren't so. Day and night, they've been driving me crazy. Ben Ringler and that no-good son-in-law, he had them put on the force, coming here, questioning me, calling on the phone in the.
Middle of the night. Well, it's terrible. And if losing Howard wasn't.
Enough, it's... You've been, uh... You've been pretty much broken up over his death or disappearance, whichever it is.
Well?
No, Mr.
Dollar. What?
Please, sit down, sir. Thanks.
The past few years, Howard has been so occupied with his inventions.
What kind of inventions?
A machine.
A device of some kind for molding plastics. I'm afraid I don't know much about it. He wouldn't tell me. Kept to himself all the time.
Well, he must have at least.
I have an obsession with him.
He was so wrapped up in it that I'm afraid I haven't been much more than a.
than a housekeeper for him these past few years.
What have you been living on, Mrs. Edwards?
The money I had ran out. We had to borrow. But now that's all gone.
You, uh... You have your home up for sale. I noticed the sign out front.
It's all that I... All that we have left.
Unless, of course, you could collect the insurance on your husband.
Yes, the insurance. Then I wouldn't have to worry anymore. It would make up for all the years of struggling along on almost nothing and skimping and.
Now, wait a minute, Mrs. Edwards.
Yes?
You sound as though you'd like to have your husband proven dead.
At least it would provide a decent living for me after all these.
No.
No. That sounds terrible, doesn't it?
Yeah, it sure does.
I didn't mean that I wish him dead.
I only meant that.
Well, if he is.
When I first got here, you said you hoped I could find him.
Yes.
Yes, Mr.
Dollar.
Sure, sure. So that you and he could continue this sad life of poverty and not really getting along together? No.
No, don't you see? We'd have money.
Oh?
Because of his invention. He'd finally found someone who would buy it for a lot of money and a lot of royalty when it's used. But now even that is gone.
Gone? What do you mean, gone?
All the plans and drawings. He took them with him that night.
And just where was he taking them?
To the man, the company, whatever it was he was selling it to.
At least I think he was.
In the middle of the night?
Now they're all gone somewhere in the Hudson River.
You told the police about this?
Yes, I told Ben Ringler.
He found no sign of them in the car?
No.
That son-in-law, that Peter Moskin, he said I was lying about those papers.
All right, Mrs. Edwards, listen to me.
Yes?
Considering the relationship of you and your husband, wouldn't it be logical for him to leave you, sell his invention for whatever he could get, and live happily on the money all by himself?
And.
Leave me with nothing?
Yeah.
No.
No. In spite of.
Oh, no, Mr.
Dollar.
He wouldn't do that.
I didn't say leave you with nothing. All he had to do was make it look as though he'd been killed.
Make it look?
That's right. In a car accident.
Oh, no.
Well, that's the way you planned it, isn't it? Then you'd both be taken care of. Free of each other and with plenty of money.
No, Mr.
Dollar.
Didn't you admit to the police that you two planned his disappearance?
Oh, no. I told him. Ben Ringler and that son-in-law.
Told him what?
That before Howard knew his invention would work, that he could sell it, Howard did talk of going away so he could work on it undisturbed without... without me under his feet. That's all I said. But Ben told your insurance company. Ben made it sound like.
Oh, don't you believe me, Mr.
Dollar. I. I'll see you later. Item three, a dollar even for a bite to eat at the local lunch wagon. Then I went back to headquarters where I found not only Sergeant Ben Ringler, but his son-in-law, Patrolman Peter Baskin. I found him very busy playing checkers.
Come on, Beat. Crown me.
Yeah, Pop.
There you are.
And now you can give up like Dollar is on this case of his.
I'll set him up again.
Didn't get a thing out of Miss Edwards, did you?
Maybe I did.
Just like I told you you would.
Huh? You mean you did get something out of a dollar?
Where's the chief of this police department?
Been away a couple of weeks. I'm in charge.
Well, if he had any sense of duty, he'd be back here.
Hey, what do you mean by that?
Pete, I mean that you and your father-in-law have considered only two possibilities.
Have we?
The first was accidental death.
Now, listen, I told you.
Yeah, you told me. You eliminated that.
Sure did.
The other was deliberate disappearance.
And that's what it was.
But there's another, Ben. The one I'm going to work on.
Yeah, what's that? Sonny?
Murder.
What?
That's right. Murder.
Act 3 of yours truly, Johnny Dollar, in a moment.
Our Constitution is a flexible document. It has changed with the changing years to meet changed conditions. An example is the way in which we elect our United States Senators. When the Constitution was ratified, and for 125 years thereafter, the people could not elect their own senators. Instead, the senators were chosen by the state legislatures. The founding fathers believed in democracy, but they did not want their new republic to be wrecked by irresponsible mob rule. Democracy was a new form of government. Most of the voters had little knowledge and less experience in governing themselves. And so the Constitution provided that while the people could elect their representatives to Congress, They could not elect their senators directly.
A century and a quarter of experience in self-government made such a safeguard against mob rule obsolete. And by 1912, the people were ready to demand the right to elect their senators by popular vote. They received this right in the 17th Amendment to our Constitution. This amendment illustrates how our Constitution lives and grows in our changing world. to the end that this country of yours and mine shall be our country under God.
And now Act Three of Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar.
I learned from Sergeant Ringler and his smarty-pants son-in-law that Mr. Edwards' car had been left untouched where they'd hauled it out of the river north of Kerr's Ferry. It was late in the afternoon, but at him four, there in police headquarters, 30 cents for a phone call to another headquarters, the 18th Precinct down in New York.
Lieutenant Singer.
Hey, Johnny Dollar, Randy. I want you to do something for me.
Johnny, long time no see.
Yeah, listen, will you? Have you got somebody in the crew who can come up here to Curse Ferry and give me a hand? Somebody who knows something about fingerprints?
Well, now, Johnny, it's about 20, 30 miles outside our jurisdiction.
So what?
Well, of course, some guy who's off duty may be a real top man like Marty Levitt.
How soon can he get here?
Well, what's it all about, Johnny?
How soon? It's getting late. It's getting dark.
A little over an hour if he can catch a train, but what kind of case.
Okay, Randy, thanks.
Now, look, Dollar. You think we can't handle these things good enough ourselves?
Yeah, Dollar.
Yeah, that's exactly what I think. It was dark by the time Marty Leavitt arrived, but he had a flashlight in his kit and I brought along my own. So I drove him out to where the car sat up between the highway and the river. His examination was quick and efficient. I want it finished.
No, I don't get it.
What?
What'd you see?
Holy.
It's a wonder a lot of cars and trucks don't miss that curve. As far as to this one, Johnny, I don't get it.
What do you mean, Marty? Johnny, I haven't uncovered.
A single fingerprint, except for some old ones on the gas cap, under the hood, that sort of thing.
And except for Mr. Edwards' own prints on the steering wheel and gear shift lever.
No.
Huh?
Steering wheel, gear shift, light switch, door handles, everything wiped clean.
Well, of course, this wreck was in the river a few hours.
I don't care if it was in there a week. They'd still be on it. There aren't even any prints from whoever.
Hauled it out of the river.
What?
Sure, Johnny.
Somebody carefully wiped them off.
And people don't do that without a reason.
So, where do you go from here? I, uh... Yeah. I drove Marty into his train for New York. Then, purely on a hunch, drove over to the Edwards' house. Every light in the place was on, and through the windows I could see Mrs. Edwards apparently aimlessly but frantically rushing from one room to another, then back again.
Mrs.
Edwards, this is Johnny Dollar. Oh, Mr.
Dollar, thank heaven.
Oh, Mr.
Dollar, look.
I was only down to the drugstore a few minutes, not more than 15 minutes, and look what he did to my house. He ransacked it.
Who?
I don't know. It's so dark out.
He ran out the back way when I came in.
Have you found anything missing?
I don't know.
Is this your husband's desk?
Yes, yes, it is.
Looks to me like this was the target.
The rest of the house, the closets, the bureau.
Oh, sure. To keep you from realizing this was what he was after.
Wait. Howard kept that locked.
Yeah, but it's been broken open.
I was never allowed to look in his desk.
Did you call the police?
The police.
Now, what would they do after the way they treated me?
Cortina Plastics Company. Marino Plastic Molding Corporation. General Eastern Plastics.
They were the ones that turned him down, I think.
Here's part of a letter. Another scrap caught in this crack here. Apparently overlooked in. Something Town Plastics Incorporated.
Yes, Bridgetown.
I think.
I think that was the name of the company that was going to.
Wait now, wait now. Check through your local authority. Agreed to represent us these negotiations. There incurs... So, suggest you contact Mr. No wonder Mrs. Edwards... What?
Mr.
Dollar?
The man your husband went to meet that night to make the deal on his invention.
What?
Recommended by some of the local authorities, huh?
I don't understand.
Believe me, he's hanged himself by overlooking these scraps of paper.
Who, Mr. Dollar, who?
When he realized how much the invention was worth, instead of negotiating with your husband, he decided to kill him. Yeah, ran his car into the river with him in it.
And you know who he is?
You'll never tell, Dollar.
Peter Baskin.
You or anybody else.
See what I mean?
You know something, Pete? This isn't gun smoke.
What?
But if you think you can outdraw me, Pete.
How did you.
How did you.
Find out?
Matter of fact, Pete, I didn't know it was you until you came in here waving this gun.
Johnny Dollar, as acting chief of police for the town of Curse Ferry, I arrest.
You for the.
Oh, put that thing down, Ben, or do you want some of the same?
No, no, Dollar.
Pass it over on the floor. Okay. And I not only suspect that Curse Ferry is going to have a new police force, but who knows? You and Pete might even share the same electric chair. Sure, it's up to the courts. for when the state police came in and found the papers on the invention hidden away in Pete's house. Oh, that invention, by the way, now belongs to Mrs. Edwards, to say nothing of the insurance money, $ 50, 000. So, Pat, I'll let you off the hook real easy. Expense account total, including some more gas for my car to get me back to Hartford.
$ 12.
34.
Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. © BF-WATCH TV 2021.
THE END.
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Welcome back! Well, an interesting case, although once it became apparent something suspicious was going on, you had to suspect it was one, or as the case turned out to be, both of the local police officers who were in back of it. They were not the brightest criminals that Johnny had run up against, what with falsely reporting her statement, and also failing to catch all the evidence when they raided his drawer. But it was a satisfying case overall.
I did want to comment on one of the PSAs, the second one, regarding the 17th Amendment, which allowed the direct election of senators. And the way it was explained fit with how history was described in the 1950s, and it's a pretty simple thing, you know. There were founders who distrusted democracy, so they made the Senate elected by the state legislatures. And then after 125 years, the people said, we got this. But it was actually more complicated on both ends. When it came to the framers of the Constitution, there were obviously some founders who distrusted democracy personally. There was also a bit of a federalism argument. Essentially, with the way that the Constitution set it up, you'd have
one House of Congress that was elected directly by the people and another that was elected by the states, effectively giving the state governments a say in the Senate, even though they couldn't legally control the senators, although some certainly tried. On the other side of it, the passage of the 17th Amendment didn't just happen because they decided it was time for a democracy. It happened because there were numerous practical problems with the administration of the old system. There were cases where legislatures deadlocked. and could not reach a decision, and therefore states ended up having vacant Senate seats that were never filled because of the deadlocks. In addition to that, you had many wealthy people who saw the opportunity to
buy a Senate through bribery, and there were bribery convictions, including a senator whose election was thrown out and invalidated by the Senate. as well as concerns about the Senate being a millionaire's club. So it was a lot more complex than the PSA would have suggested. All right, listener comments and feedback now, and we go over to Spotify, where a listener has a comment regarding the backfire that backfired matter. $ 450 would be nearly $ 5, 200 today. Johnny had some brass to try to get the insurance company, to reimburse him for his very expensive date. Well, like so much, and it's a fair point that this was a bit irregular, to say the least. Now, to be fair, Johnny acknowledges that in his expense account, where he acknowledged that he
hadn't been assigned the case, and kind of puts it to Pat. So if there's any question about your company paying this expense account, well... just read on. So he knows what he's asking for. He knows it's a bit of a stretch. But why might it get paid anyway? Well, the thing is that Johnny's not... some two-bit investigator. He is very much in demand across multiple companies, and he has shown incredible flexibility for Pat McCracken and other agencies.
So there's this idea that maybe you want to maintain a sense of goodwill, and Johnny entered the matter on his own initiative, but based on his Keen observations, and Betty saved the day for both Johnny and for an attorney who had assisted the insurance company in a prosecution, and so that's the reason for the big date. Now, Pat McCracken could say, no, but is that good business?
Maybe not. You want to maintain the goodwill of Johnny Dollar, and he did do a good turn for the insurance company. And so did Betty. Both things could be right. In fact, the way I like to imagine this being handled is Pat sitting down, shaking his head and saying, this is ridiculous. I mean, do I even want to know how he spent that much on a date? This is just absurd.
and taking out his checkbook and writing out a check for $ 450. Your imagination may vary. Over on Facebook, David writes, She is too sweet to be true, and the antithesis to the insurance detective lifestyle. I was almost transposing with Star Wars. Luke, I will be your wife. I was tensing up in those scenes. Good thing that the indie just got back into the regular trouble with the bad guys. Well, David, you know you're a fan of a two-fisted character when you're happy for him that he got kidnapped, tied up, facing certain death. It's like everything's as it should be. Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day.
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