Private Dicks
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18 March 1994 - PRIVATE DICKS
Being a private eye is tough work. I've sat through six performances at Mr Yillu's Big Top. I've memorised every crease in the Bearded Lady's oil sacs.
There's no sign of the missing husband and his lemur yet. I shall have to come back in the morning.
19 March 1994 - PRIVATE DICKS
I found the missing husband last night. As suspected, he had indeed run off with a lemur. The lemur's name was Robert.
I've thrown up in a towel at the agency. I'm just not cut out to be a gumshoe. I am considering a number of job offers I've had.
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