Two hundred ought to pretty near do it if she's still in Honolulu," I said. "What I need now is a detailed physical description of both parties that I can put into a telegram. Height, weight, age, coloring, any noticeable scars or other identifying marks, what clothes she was wearing and had with her, and how much money was business registration hong kong in the account she cleaned out. If you've been through this before, Mr. Edelweiss, you will know what I want." "I got a peculiar feeling about this Kerrigan. Uneasy." I spent another half hour n. Then he stood up quietly, shook hands quietly, bowed and left the office quietly. "Tell Mabel everything is fine," he said as he went out. It turned out to be routine, I sent a wire to an agency in Honolulu and followed it with an airmail containing the photos and whatever information I had left out of the wire. They found her working as a chambermaid's helper in a luxury hotel, scrubbing bathtubs and bathroom floors and so on. Kerrigan had done just what Mr. Edelweiss expected, cleaned her out while she was asleep and skipped, leaving her stuck with the hotel bill. She pawned a ring which Kerrigan couldn't have taken without violence, and got enough out-of it to pay the hotel but not enough to buy her way home. So Edelweiss hopped a plane and went after her. He was too good for her. I sent him a bill for twenty dollars and the cost of a long telegram. The Honolulu agency grabbed the two hundred. With a portrait of Madison in my office safe I could afford to be underpriced. So passed a day in the life of a P.I. Not exactly a typical day but not totally untypical either Ulthera.

What makes a man stay with it nobody knows. You don't get rich, Serviced apartments you don't often have much fun. Sometimes you get beaten up or shot at or tossed into the jailhouse. Once in a long while you get dead. Every other month you decide to give it up and find some sensible occupation while you can still walk without shaking your head. Then the door buzzer rings and you open the inner door to the waiting room and there stands a new face with a new problem,

a new load of grief, and a small piece of money. "Come in, Mr. Thingummy. What can I do for you?" There must be a reason. Three days later in the shank of the afternoon Eileen Wade called me up, and asked me to come around to the house for a drink the next evening. They were having a few friends in for cocktails. Roger would like to see me and thank me adequately. And would I please send in a bill? "You don't owe me anything, Mrs. Wade. What little I did I got paid for." "I must have looked very silly acting Victorian about it," she said. "A kiss doesn't seem to mean much nowadays. You will come, won't you?" "I guess so. Against my better judgment." "Roger is quite well again. He's working." "Good." "You sound very solemn today. I guess you take life pretty seriously." "Now and then. Why?" She laughed very gently and said goodbye and hung up. I sat there for a while taking life seriously.