Sixty Grand Missing

A plain clothed detective is a man under many pressures. His life is lived in contact with crime. Most crimes involve money, sometimes a great deal of money. And it can happen that a detective solves a crime involving money.

But somehow the money stays missing. Then he's on the spot. Ugly whispers start behind his back. And only he knows whether he is innocent or... There was money missing sixty grand to be exact Tony Bell Martin two hoods took it away from the summit's finance company I holding up one of their messages, but I thought I recognized the description the messenger gave of the leading

And I brought in talk But I didn't bring in the money 60 grams a lot of dough so it was bound to be talk well talks cheap And I wasn't surprised when I walked into the precinct house.

Got a sour look from Sergeant Bronson on a desk. Hello, Bronson. What's booked? Hello, Dressing. Oh, please don't do the answer. It gets bad for your heart. I said, what's booked? A couple of break-ins, kid stuff, no money in them.

What's that supposed to mean? I wouldn't know, Dressing. I want to see sloppy feeders. Where is he? You can look downstairs on the pistol range. Thanks, I think. I went down the splendid old stairs to the pistol range in the basement.

Sloppy Peters was my side chick. He usually dressed like a scarecrow after a bad winter. If he ate soup, Sloppy spilled it on himself. If he got his hand dirty, he mopped his hand over his face, got that dirty.

Two after time, his socks didn't match. But he threw his job. Down on a range, Sloppy was popping away with his police specialist. I... I... I... I... Hey Sloppy, I said hello. I heard you.