-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.9 Jan 2003

This bears a striking resemblance to an event that occurred at Luncheon to-day. Dr. Marlowe, H. Fortesque and myself were enjoying a fine gammon steak on the lawn when I felt a troubling sensation in my breeches. To cut a long story short, Dr. Marlowe had to be put down, and I was found guilty of fraud in the First Degree.