Schmidt leaned over his desk and looked at Minga on the floor.
"Vhat is zis, Nicky?" he asked with a thick German accent.
"A gumshoe named Randolph!" Minga yelled.
Schmidt straightened himself up and looked at me.
"I have no need for ze services of a private detective."
"You sure?" I asked. "You've had two girls go missing recently."
"Girls come and go in zis bizness all ze time, Mr. Randolph."
"But dancing girls are going missing all over town. You think that's a coincidence? How many girls can you afford to lose, Mr. Schmidt?"
He thought about that one...
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
...maybe he’s thinking that he might end up in the Schmidt!
Christopher 10 months ago
Ha! I realized that in the next few drabbles I never described what Klaus Schmidt looks like. So think of some German you've seen before and that's what he looks like!
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
Most of my German friends and acquaintances look pretty good (the women tending to look stunning!)... but there’s a few WW2 renegades I can picture...