The Man With Two Left Feet
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there's a divinity that shapes our ends. Consider the case of Henry Pie Field, Rice detective. I must explain Henry early to avoid disappointment. If I simply said he was a detective and let it go at that, I should be obtaining the reader's interest under false pretenses. He was really only a sort of detective, a species of sleuth at Stafford's International Investigation Bureau in the Strand where he was employed. They did not require him to solve mysteries, which had baffled the police. He had never measured a footprint in his life, and what he did not know about bloodstains would have filled a library. The sort of job they gave Henry was to stand outside a restaurant in the rain and note what time someone left it. In short, it is not pie field rice investigator number one, the adventure of the maharajah's ruby that I submit to your notice. But the UN sensational doings of a quite commonplace young man variously known to his comrades at the bureau as Fat Head, that blighter what's his name, And here you Henry lived in a boarding house in guilt for ST. One day, a new girl came to the boarding house and sat next to Henry at meals. Her name was Alice Weston. She was small and quiet and rather pretty. They got on splendidly. Their conversation at first confined to the weather and the moving pictures rapidly became more intimate. Henry was surprised to find that she was on the stage in the chorus. Previous chorus girls at the boarding house had been a more pronounced type, good girls, but noisy and apt to wear beauty spots. Alice Weston was different. I am rehearsing at present, she said. I'm going out on tour next month in the Girl from Brighton. What do you do, Mr Rice? Henry paused for a moment before replying. He knew how sensational he was going to be. I'm detective. Usually, when he told girls his profession squeaks of amazed admiration greeted him. Now he was chagrined to perceive in the brown eyes that met his distinct disapproval. What's the matter? He said a little anxiously. For even at this early stage in their acquaintance, he was conscious of a strong desire to win her approval. Don't you like detectives? I don't know. Somehow I shouldn't have thought you were one this restored Henry's equanimity somewhat naturally, a detective does not want to look like a detective and give the whole thing away right at the start.