The Blonde With The Delicate Air

I've had investigator means two things. You can be sure you'll run into trouble and you can never be sure you get out of it. Well, there's not much you can do about it, I guess.

Except, like Julie always says, Walked off me, Peter Troy. And now Peter Troy investigates the blonde with the delicate hair. This girl, Julie, a minute ago, she keeps the film collectors at bay and generally runs the place I loosely call my office.

You'll meet her again in a little while. But right now, I want you to meet the lush lovely this case is on the butt. Her name is Caroline Varley. But most people call her Carol.

Hmm. Oh, sorry, Lauren. That was a million miles away. So I noticed. Secret Ed? No, no thanks, Donnie. Beautiful girl. Soft lights. Well, we need now is the sweet music. I don't need a thing.

Mmm, mm, mm. Delicate. That's the operative word, Carol. Mmm. Blonde with the delicate air. That's how I'll always think of you. No. That's nothing. Oh, dear. Expecting anyone? No, as far as I'm concerned, whoever it is, can go jump in the lake.

Better answer the door and get rid of them, darling. Yes, I guess so. And hurry back. Yes, what do you want? Craig. Oh, we're soon. Well, now look, I can ex- Shut up, get back inside.

No, no, you mean that? You didn't have to do that. I didn't mean to. He jumped me. Easy. Easy. We're still breathing. Where's the package? In the draw that desk. Keep putter there as soon as we came in.

Good. Well, what happens now? We have someone delivered the package for us. That's on. Anyone in mind? Yes. Troy. Peter Troy. Oh, that name sounds familiar? I would investigate it. Canadian, tough, very tough. And a ladies man.