The Jane Arnold Murder Case

The lonesome must mile in the world. My beat with Larry Thor as detective Danny Pober. The story shrieks through the chasms of the city. And finally the edge of fury washes against a doorway in a side street.

The door opens and a voice asks a question. Police? You answer the voice and it leads you down a littered hallway. Holds aside a frayed curtain half torn from its wooden rings. Escort you to the center of a wooden platform circled with pale anonymous faces and says, There. There she is.

Under the naked white glare of a single spotlight lies a girl in a glittering, sequin-covered suit of fights. She's like a piece of sculpture torn from its pedestal. But the faint color of death that her lips tells you it's a lie.

Then the voice once more. We would have preferred to welcome you to the IOOF-B in another way in other circumstances. The IOOF-B. The International Order of Fuzzy Bears. Oh, and you're the head bear? Oh, no, no, no. I'm only the Fuzzy Bear in charge of entertainment.

Robert Grover, most people call me Bob. I sort of make a hobby of entertainment. That's why the fellas, the other Fuzzys voted me. Well, just tell me what happened, Mr. Grover. Well, we were in the midst of our gala spring get together.

We always get together at the end of the hibernation period. So I had Mr. Grover. What happened tonight? I'm trying to tell you. All of us Fuzzys were having a jolly good time. Very jolly. When... I don't know what happened.

I really don't know. Except that girl. Perhaps I can assist you. Oh, he's not one of us, Mr. Clover. He's only one of the entertainers. Please, Mr. Rover. I am Marvin the Great, a magician, a clairvoyant, a hypnotist.