Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar: The Silver Queen Matter 04/24/1960

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Johnny Dollar investigates the mysterious Silver Queen, a ship tied to a missing captain and a possible murder. When Meg McCarthy, his old flame, calls for help, he uncovers a web of deceit involving forged documents and a killer hiding in plain sight. The case leads to a high-stakes nighttime chase and a dramatic showdown at sea.

Key takeaways

Meg McCarthy orchestrated the investigation to expose Marty Silver
Silver faked his identity using a stolen boat
The real captain of the Arctic Queen was murdered

Transcript preview

Welcome to Choice Classic Radio, where we bring to the greatest old-time radio shows. Like us on Facebook, subscribe to us on YouTube, and thank you for donating at Choice Classic Radio.com. Yeah, I know. I handle a case up there a couple of years ago. Oh, yes, that's right. It was for Meg McCarthy, a big blousy brawling old gal who ran a joint she called Meg's Palace. Well, it's Meg McCarthy. After that didn't she die, she was running, burned down, she took the insurance money and moved away. Johnny, listen. It was Meg McCarthy who called me. Oh, yes. Yes. Insistent that I have you go up there. Yes. It was that if you didn't show up there. fat hurry she'd cancel out on us. So what do you think? I'll tell you this. Meg is used to handing things pretty much by herself. I mean she wouldn't have called for help unless there's something pretty serious going on. The last time you know it turned out to be a murder. I know. So if you're willing to pay my expenses... Go to it, Johnny. Right. with the action-packed expense account America's fabulous freelance insurance investigation. Cars truly, Johnny Duller. Expense accounts submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Duller. Expense accounts submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Duller, to the Intercoastal Maritime and Life Insurance Company, Boston Office. during my investigation of the Silver Queen matter. Cod Harbor is on the coast up near the famous old town of Gloucester Mass. Transportation facilities are practically nil, so I decided to go up there on my own car. Item one in the old expense account then is 495 for gas, and having got an early start I arrived there shortly after. It's quite a colorful spot, Cod Harbor. If you could somehow manage to lose your sense of for gas, smell or maybe maybe if you were an artist bent on painting a picturesque waterfront. The residential section on a low hill a couple hundred yards back from the beach consisted of a scattering of weather-eaten shacks. On the long wharf at the water's edge was an ice plant, a packing house and a ship's chandler. At the end of the wharf, the disreputable looking cafe and boarding house known as Meg's palace. Alongside the piers that stuck out into the harbour were the really important part of the village, the fishing boats. There were the fishing boats. There were, there were, there were dating back to the last century and still carrying sail. There were power boats in all shapes and sizes from 18 foot outboards to 80 foot diesel jobs. All of them used for only one thing, fishing the banks, far out in the Atlantic, with sains and trawls and trap lines. I walked on over to Meg's Palace wondering how much the old gal had changed since I saw her last. You know something? Meg McCarthy hadn't changed one bet. Hey, make put down that plaster skin to leave me explain. Explain, huh? Just to look out to you and that scurvy crew swabs on that stanken tub of yours made an a decent catch for once. It's no good excuse for coming over here to get drunk all over me a lovely plane. Ah, you crazy old pity when you listen to me! But I tell you I'll pay you the money. I'll pay you the money. I'll pay you double for them few dishes and I'll pay you're bust it. And I'll tell you to keep you to keep you're just, you're going to keep you're going to you're going to you're going to you're going to you're going to you're going to you're going to you're going to you're right square on the top of your filthy head on that. No, Meg, I... Oh, oh! Now get! Before I lose it, me timber and forget, I'm a lady. You hear me? You sing me. If you start throwing them things at me, I'm going down here. You'll tell me, if you're now madhouse. And you stay out here, it's ahead me, I'll kill you. I'll hear you. I'll hear me. I'm going to go as fast as fast as fast as fast as fast as fast as them as fast as fast as fast as fast as fast as fast as fast as fast as fast as I can. and quiet around here for... Hey, now who are you standing there in the shadows? Get out! All right, Meg, just knock it off! Oh, knock it off, is it, when I'll show you sneaking in here like a... Oh, it's me long, me darlant, me sweetheart, me Johnny boy. Yeah, hi, you, me, me, me, me jolly boy. Yeah, hi, you, Meg. Still throwing your weight around, huh? Oh, darl. Oh, darl. a crubbersome kids they are the men that puts to sea and I loves every blink in bloom and worthless one of them. Oh you do huh? Well of course I do that's why I make some toe the mark the way I does. Somebody's got to