The Playboy Dime Mystery

The Playboy Dime MysteryI'm sitting in my office on 34th Street, cleaning the blood and part of my aunt's large intestine out of my .38, when this sharp sheila comes in and sashays on over to my desk. She's got a pair of galoshes on her that sure look waterproof. After we size each other up, she tells me her name is Myrna Leroy and that her sister Gesundheit is missing."How long has she been missing, toots?" I asks, taking out a flask."Seventeen years," she says, weeping into...