The case of the pancake-loving pig
Once there was a pig named Citrine who loved to eat pancakes. But this story isn't about her. This story is about Walter, the hard-boiled private detective who never met a pair of fishnet stockings he didn't like.
One day a dame walks into Walter's office, all taffeta, curves, and tears, and she says, "Mr. Mondale, you have to help me find my husband." "What's the rush?" thinks Walter, but then he spots the answer to the mystery before it even begins. A claim check is hanging out of the dame's purse. "My name is Veronica, Mr. Mondale. Veronica Icklenickelboggins. My husband-" and the waterworks begin.
So Walter cuts her off. "Your husband is in the hat check at the Tri-State Poodle Exhibition, Mrs. Icklenickelboggins." He gently pulls the claim check from the side pocket of the purse. "Box number 736," he observes. "I don't know how to thank you," the dame exclaims. For a moment a cloud passes over Walter's eyes, but it passes, and he says, "A check would be fine. Cash is better."