Pandora's Boxer

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, a Troy. And now Peter Troy investigates Pandora's boxer. Women, as half the world knows, is just another word for trouble. I say half the world because only one half is made up of guys, eyes, and the other half being dolls, there's bound to be some difference of opinion on this man. Be that as it may, there is a story about a doll called Pandora, who was given

a box which he promised never to open. But Pandora, being naturally smitten with curiosity, couldn't keep the promise and did in fact open it. And Lo, as the man said, outflue all the evils in creation and spread over the earth and plagued mankind forevermore.

The doll slammed the lid too late of course, and trapped one small creature called Hope. The moral seems to be that all we have left is Hope, which is a pretty dismal prospect. But all this brings me to a rather more modern Pandora who was just about as expert as a namesake in loosing trouble on other people, though in a rather different way.

Let me try to do that. Paul, we're getting to trouble. Let me get into trouble. Why both about men like that? I believe they even kill people sometimes. Oh, we're your little cheer up aren't you?

I'm trying to face the facts and get you to face them. Okay, the facts are that I'm a fighter. And I've got a fight coming up in two weeks and I'm in a win it.