Too Many Maids A-Moping

The 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. Well friends, you'll have noticed that the cases I recount to you from time to time all seem to have one thing in common. Somewhere along the line there always seems to be a cute little doll involved in the setup.

Well, maybe I'm a sucker for a pretty ankle and a sigh for help. And talking of ankles brings me to the case and point. This one is filed under the heading, too many maids are moping.

Why? Because there were 18 pairs of the cutest ankles you ever did see involved. Seen the backstage dressing room with the chorus line of the show, Gal's Galore. Time 11.15 pm. The curtains just come down, and the Gal's Galore comes streaming into the place.

The management is broken down thinning to something but the drop next stage. What are you going to do Abby? So them? Ohhh. We've got enough trouble without having to endure a cold North wind cutting right across the footlight.

Shrumble. This whole show's jinxed if you ask me. You can say that again. Yeah me. Let me go to your cleansing ring honey. Oh you use mine every night. When you buy some of your own I'm going to declare a public holiday.

Now I'm used to being just having a big car. Right. Right O. I can't have it a big cow, the biggest I could find. You know what that turned out to be? Alumden, butts. Oh, jeez.