Pattern for Murder / The Scrambled Yeggs

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When the door opened, I raised my eyes slowly. Maybe I should have started with her face, but if I had, I'd have missed all the fun of getting to it. She was put together as if I'd planned it myself, and she was wearing a dress that fit her like plastic surgery. "Did you just come to look," she asked pleasantly, "or do you want something?" I'm broad-minded so I answered yes to both questions... Me? I'm Shell Scott, a private eye as private as town hall clock. When I'm not mixed up with murder, I'm mixed up with molls. They're both my trademark.