Sir David Suchet

There.

Well, I mentioned lightness and how Pepsi refreshes and how fast it goes.

Okay, I can't sing.

Well, at least I can say this.

Pick up an extra carton of Pepsi today.

And now, act two of yours truly, Johnny Dollar.

Trying to reason with Peter Upman didn't work.

He was much too anxious to use his fists.

And from the looks of him, he might have done very well with them.

He maintained he'd never received the insurance check.

That he wanted the money, wanted it fast, and that's all there was to it.

That I had my choice of getting it for him or else.

He made it plain that if I didn't like his attitude, he'd be perfectly willing to pound some sense into my head.

So why stick my neck out when I figured I could get all the information I needed from the lawyer, Mr. Alfred R. Price?

And Price living in a lonely home on the north side of town was somewhat different from his hot-tempered young client.

I'm afraid you just have to forgive Peter his somewhat belligerent attitude.

He comes from a very wealthy family over in New Haven.

I was their attorney for many years.

They tried to spoil him, make him the same lazy, indolent sort that his sister and his two brothers are.

One of those things, huh?