Who Done It?

- It looked to me the case was all sewn up

and then I saw the hand turning over the side of the bed.

Gold lacquered nails and a turquoise ring.

The rest of the blonde wasjust as I left her

except now she wasn't breathing no more.

One minute.

- I felt the zing of the first slug

as it whistled past my ear

and something exploded in my cranium

and the floor came up to meet me.

You're on!

You're on!

I am?

Oh!

Late on parade again?

Last time I shall warn you, Dill.

Dill, Dill?

No one of that name on the cast.

- But his landlady assured me he works here.

Might be one of the backstage staff.

Straight on and round to the left.

Thanks.

Hello, doggy.

Oh isn't you a sweet thing.

Isn't oo booful, hmm hmm.

Isn't oo--

Your dog?

No, I'm looking for his new owner.

You don't know him I suppose?

A Mr. Dill.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Do you know anyone here called Dill?

Never heard of him.

Well he works here somewhere.

I know he does.

And he's won this dog.

Won it?

Not in the pools?

No, no, no.

I'm from the Detective Story Weekly,

a crime magazine, you know.

And we ran a big contest and the winner

gets the prize of one hundred pounds

and this genuine, pedigree, man-hunting bloodhound.

I see.

And this bloke what you're looking for is the winner?

That's right.

I've got to present it to him.

And if I don't find him soon

I shall miss my last train home.

I don't know what I'll do then.

'Cause nobody will take me in anywhere

with a bloodhound.

What did you say his name was?

Not Dill.

Hugo Dill.

You do know him.

Here, boy.

- I may be a tough private eye

but I like my things soft.

And this baby wouldn't have splintered

if you'd have hit it with the Empire State Building.

She unzipped her blood red lips and said,

Excuse me.

Excuse me, are you Mr. Dill?

- Right, on stage with it, boys.

Hey, stop, stop!

Stop!

I'm stuck! - Get over.

Oh just, it's coming.

I'm getting out!

Aren't you strong?

Well something had to be done.

Get out of my way

or I'll miss my cue!

Well I'm trying to, don't!

Lean back, can't you?

I'm trying.

Oh, go away!

Come on, make an effort.

Come on, try again.

This time!

Oh, oh!

Sorry, I--

Just you stay away from me!

Whoah!

Terribly sorry.

I do hope it wasn't my fault you lost yourjob.

Oh, don't worry about that.

Everything's fine.

Now I've won the competition,

I've won the dog,

and all I need now is the, you know?

Oh, the check.

The check!

The hundred pounds?

What are you going to do with it?

I'm gonna setup as a private detective.

You're going to be a private eye?

That's been my ambition ever since

I first read your magazine!

- I didn't need my crystal ball

to see this guy was yellow.

"Reach for the sky, pal", I said,

thrusting the barrel of my automatic into his,

- Why don't you look where you're going?!

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Have you got any guns?

- Yes sir, for shooting duck, grouse, tigers, elephants?

People.

People?

I'm a private detective.

I see sir.

Well we have this 7.65 millimetre high velocity

self loading automatic pistol.

And this large magazine capacity

powerful pocket automatic pistol

firing 72 grain bullets,

and this very handy compact 32 Mauser.

Oh, this isjust what l--

45 guineas, sir.

Don't really need.

Have you got something a little,

- Yes sir, we have a short barrel 38 revolver

that comes out a little cheaper.

If you'll excuse me a moment sir,

a new consignment have just come in.

They haven't been unpacked yet.