Another four page comedy bit. This one's in the format of an illustrated poem, about a sleuth of little renown called Jake. After detectives from all around are stumped by a jewel theft, Jake is called in, for a laugh. Jake, it turns out, is no slouch. He discovers the secret--there never were any jewels to be stolen; Dame Gotrox just wanted attention.
This is a fun little story, and Jake has some nice lines. I particularly like this one:
"To facts we must confine ourselves / the facts we must smoke out - / Let others b'lieve th' things they hear - / let us remain in doubt!"
