The Odds-On Lady

If an investigator means two things, you can be sure you'll run into trouble and you can never be sure you'll get out of it. Well, there's not much you can do about it, I guess. Except, like Julie always says, Walk softly, Peter Troy.

And now Peter Troy investigates the Odds on Lady. From time to time when I have nothing better to do, which isn't very often, I like to daydream about what I might do if I discovered a money tree and found myself stuck with more of the green stuff than I'd known what to do with.

with. Wine women and song have a certain very definite appeal, although Julie, my secretary, doesn't quite see eye to eye with me on this point, especially the women bit. However, one thing I am sure I would not do if I was overloaded with mula is try to get the better of the bookmakers on the racetrack, and for two very good reasons. In the first place, while fancying

myself as a fair judge of form of the other kind, I do not kid myself I know much about the form of racehorses. And in the second place, I once suffered a trying experience that has made me a little leery of going within hog call of those temperamental animals so many people like to watch hot footing around in a circle. It was the time I met up with the

odds on lady. In real life, Lady Zili, a cat-a-dish. I don't care what you say, Hector. I've said Lady of my dreams for this race that she's going to. Yeah, but Zillia. Moreover, she will win. But it's such a risk. She'll be at law-hards on anyway. What does that matter? Of course she'll be in the rent. Her form,