The Loves Of Lois Denver

Being a private 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. Not much you can do about it, I guess, except like Julie always says.

Walk softly, please, Detroit. And now, Peter Troy investigates the loves of Lois Denver. I've often remarked about the way women seem to love money, and according to my secretary, Julie, this is very unfair, since dolls are very soft-hearted and affectionate people.

Or so she says. Be that as it may, I have in my time come across some very grasping girls who just about cut anybody's throat to get their hands on the root of all evil.

It was largely in this frame of mind that I tackled the case of Lois Denver. For it seemed to me that Mrs. Denver was a classic money lover. I was going to say money-grabber, but she didn't have to grab around for the stuff like the rest of us.

She had a shortcut. Oh dear, I'd better be off in. You will be careful, won't you, Tom? I hate you driving all that way alone. You'll be all of twelve hours at the wheel. Oh, time will go quickly enough.

Besides, I won't be alone all the time. That road is alive with hitchhikers. I'm bound to pick up some congenial soul to talk to. A hitchhiker? Oh, yes. Besides, you shouldn't be worrying about me.

I'm worth more dead than alive, you know. Don't say that. Well, it's true. The business hasn't been good over the past twelve months, months and I know how you hate cutting down on expenses at home. Of course I hate it, but it can't be held. It's pretty we can't collect some of that hundred thousand I'm insured for. That would set us