A Partridge in a Pear Tree

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, Woke self, please, please, a Troy.

Peter Troy investigates a partridge in a pear tree. The guy who said that our fans is the best defenses and not. At least he is in my book. If only for the reason that I've tried this system many times with Julie my secretary. And all that happens is that I get a bigger thrashing, a verbally

that is. That's not always that women seem to know when a guy is bluffing. And that's not hard to understand, since when a guy takes an argument with a doll, he must be bluffing, because he can't be expecting to win, that's for sure.

That was the time, for instance, when Julie trapped me in Joy Land as apartment. Oh, when I'm getting a little ahead of myself. If you're gonna stick with me in this one, you better hear the whole gruesome story from the beginning.

The beginning was about three months before that, in Emil Flavel's charming restaurant that he calls Che Emil. You know Pete, we should come here more often. It's a lovely place to eat. Yeah, that is, as long as you want to work for me for nothing.

Emil here each week, we're just about to cut out your salary. Well that reminds me about myself. No no, Julie, let's not talk about money. Nasty dirty stuff covered in germs. Oh come off it Pete, not even a germ could live comfortably on the money you give me.