"Who was the dummy who let these people stay at the scene of the crime?", Gridlock wondered. Probably that flat foot, Lieutenent Spears, I saw as I came in.

"Awright, everybody outta here, lemme do my job. That's right. Out!"

Mrs. Frobisher walked out erect, not a tear on her Vito Canucci dress. The pretty maid was balling enough for both of them, though.

"Good thing tears don't stain expensive persian rugs," Gridlock thought. The big lug mute just mutely left.

"But wait, why is he pointing at me to look through the window into the garden!"