I had forgotten all about 'The Case Of The Three Pins'. They said I must be cracked. Until the brown paper parcel landed on my welcome mat. Even the pretty secretaries who wouldn't even let me hang my hat.
She had her mind made up just like her face. She painted in the lines and shadows. She shaded color in that would express. The lonely mood that follows.
Here in the bar, the boys like to have fun. There's a wager lost and an argument won. There's a stone-washed damsel on a junk food run. . It's a kinder murder.
He saw no tears in her eyes. Say you wouldn't kid about it. She's telling all of those lies. She swore she'd never told before. But I doubt it. So he bit his tongue.