(From the publisher):
I tried to grin but my face was too lopsided with swelling, and one eye was pretty well puffed up.
Inspector Giddings looked me over the way a trainer might look at a battered-up prizefighter to see whether he should throw in the towel. "You look as though you took the full count," he said.
"Only the count of nine," I told him.
"Your ears were bad, Donald. You've been down and now you're out. Out. O-U-T. We don't like to have smart private dicks playing around in murder cases. Now talk!"
"Well," I said, "it all starts with a model who poses for artists and photographers in the nude."
"That's one thing about Donald," Lieutenant Sellers said to Giddings. "If there's a babe in the picture, she starts unloading on his shoulder, and Donald's really good at taking it from there." Then he turned back to me.
"Let's hear the full story, Lam."
Original title: The Count of Nine
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Detective Story and Detectives→ Private Detective