L'investigatore

Mrs. Schuyler: [to a sleeping Rome on the sofa] Mr Rome. Are we alone?

Tony: [Rome awakes and looks around] Yeah. Why, what did you have in mind?

Mrs. Schuyler: I'm Mrs. Schuyler. I want to hire you.

Tony: Well, I'm afraid not. You see I'm tied up on a case this week. Maybe next week.

Mrs. Schuyler: Well that will be too late. My pussycat will be dead by then.

Tony: [with a bewildered look] Your pussycat?

Mrs. Schuyler: Someone's trying to poison her.

Tony: Oh. Well, how do you know?

Mrs. Schuyler: From her attitude. She's nervous, she's terrified.

Tony: Well, you can't bank too much on the attitude of a pussycat.

Mrs. Schuyler: Well my pussy used to be so sunny and full of fun, with the sweetest smile.

Tony: You got a pussy that smiles?

Mrs. Schuyler: No, that's just the point. She's frowning now. She knows. I tell you she knows.

Tony: Well, I'm afraid I can't help you, Mrs. Schuyler.

Mrs. Schuyler: But, you could at least meet my pussy.

Tony: No, no, no. It's not possible. I can't meet your pussy. No. Why don't you try the Burns Agency - they specialize in pussy that won't smile.

Mrs. Schuyler: Oh. Oh, well, thank you, Mr Rome. Thank you.

[Mrs. Schuyler walks out the door]