Visiting the Plaza Hotel

The sky was as gloomy as a funeral. Eugene was lost in thought as he stepped into his office. “Mornin’, Molly. See if you can get Evelyn Monroe on the blower. I got some news for her.”

“Yeah, Mr. Leftowicz, I’ll patch her through.” After a couple of minutes, she hollered, “Got her on the line. I’ll connect you.”

“Morning, Miss Monroe. Your sister and Jimmy Moretti have been cozyin’ up lately. Word is they were spotted at 27 Grove Street, and I stumbled upon a stash of dames’ threads in the crib out back. Found a bottle of Chanel Number 5 too. Was that your sister’s fragrance?”

“Yeah, it was, Mr. Leftowicz, but that perfume’s all the rage. I wear it myself.”

“I also got the duds. Want me to swing ’em over? Maybe they’ll tell us something’.”

“I’m crashin’ at the Plaza on West 58th Street. Know the joint?”

“Yeah, Miss Monroe, that’s a crib every Joe and his mother knows. I can be there in about twenty minutes if that suits ya.”

“Sure thing. I’ll be waitin’ for ya.”
Eugene and Paddy Murphy rolled up to the swanky Plaza Hotel. They strolled up to the front desk and told ’em they were rendezvousing with Evelyn Monroe. The desk jockey seemed doubtful but made a call.

“Miss Monroe, two gents are at the front desk. They say you’re expectin’ ’em. Should I send ’em up or give ’em the boot?”

“You can send ’em up.”

Miss Monroe’s waitin’ for you in room 511.”

Evelyn Monroe cracked open the door to room 511. “Afternoon, gents. I hope that bag you got has some good news. My mind’s been runnin’ wild with all sorts of notions.”

“These here are the duds we found at 100 Bedford Street. Look like somethin’ Amelia would own?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen her sportin’ these. And that shoppin’ bag’s from Bergdorf Goodman’s. It’s a swanky joint, not the kind a college kid would frequent.”

“Amelia seems to be kickin’ and jivin’. Want us to keep digging’?”

“Please, Mr. Leftowicz. I need to lay eyes on her myself and make sure everything’s hunky-dory. There’s somethin’ fishy about this whole shebang. Can’t believe she wouldn’t give me a holler to let me know where she’s at and when she’s comin’ back.”

“Alright, we’ll keep the case open and see what we can dig up. I got one question, though. Why me? You can hire any gumshoe in this city with your dough. What made you choose my crew?”

“I’m just passin’ through from Texas, and I don’t know nobody here to vouch for a P.I. So I checked out the New York Times and saw your ad. Said you were a ‘World-renowned Private Investigator’ offerin’ ‘Round-the-Clock Service.’ That grabbed my attention, so I gave your office a ring to set up a meet. Is that info on the level?”

“Yes, Miss Monroe, that’s all legit. If you’ll excuse us, we gotta track down your sister.”

As they stepped out of the hotel, Paddy asked, “Boss, you mentioned bein’ internationally known. That the real deal?”

“Paddy, I was fightin’ in the war. I was in Europe and met soldiers from all over the world. I am internationally known.”

“Okay, boss, that works for me.”

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