Smedly the Dog sat behind his desk blowing smoke into the air.
It curled up towards the ceiling and turned into dollar bill shapes and women with big breasts.
Smedly was an out of work cartoon character from the Jazz Age.
In this episode he's a cheap private eye with a knack for curvy dames and putting slugs into dopes who had it coming.
The phone rang.
Br-rrrrrrinnn-g
"Smedly here."
"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah,blah blah blah blah."
"Yeah,well, I charge fifty bucks a day plus expenses."
"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."
"Your colleague has gone missing? Yeah,well,maybe he's just holed in some fleabag motel with a dame somewhere."
"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."
"And you want me to find him?"
"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."
"Ok.I'll be over there in about an hour.Keep your door locked until I get there."
He hung up the phone and checked his revolver.Six slugs in the chamber.
He reached down and pulled out a bottle of hootch from a desk drawer and poured two fingers full into a tooth glass.
(I have no idea what a tooth glass is,they always mention it in the old detective novels.)
There was a knock on the door and before he could answer a little punk waltzed through wearing a smirk you just wanted to wipe off with a knuckle sandwich.
"You Smedly?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I work for a very important person in the insurance industry," the gunsel said.
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