...I’m out on a case
right now. A little matter of blackmail, politics and bad
behaviour from so called good people. Not to mention the odd dead
body, and a couple of beautiful ones too. I’m sure you’ll be
reading about it when the case is closed.
If you’re thinking of hiring me, maybe
you should know a bit more about the outfit. Well, we’re small.
We’re not likely to have Pinkertons looking over their shoulder, if you
see what I mean.
Most of the time there’s just the two
of us. Phoebe, my assistant is young, leggy and brutally
honest. There have been a few over the years, but Phoebe is the
best. She’s certainly the only one that boxed for Roedean.
Our offices are in Covent Garden, just
off the Piazza. They’re small, but characterful. These days the
market’s full of tourists rather than vegetables, I can’t say I prefer
it. But then I’m a vegetarian.
What kind of work do we do? The
answer’s all sorts, but definitely not any sort. A lot of the
time it seems to involve beautiful women. But then maybe they get into
more trouble than the other kind.
By the way, I’m not the kind of
detective that keeps a bottle of scotch in his filing cabinet. I
don’t drink and I don’t smoke. I try to live a simple life
according to Buddhist beliefs, but it doesn’t always work out that way.
Anyway, thanks for the call. I’ll get
back to you when I can.
Willie