It was a cold dark day. I sat in my office with 3 shots in me...shots of brandy, that is. My name is Murphy...I'm a private detective. I had just closed the book on my last case, a case involving dropped flashlights, when SHE walked in. She was a strange dame-- small, furry--prehensile tail. I tried not to stare...but I definately smelled a rat. She said her name was Samone, and someone was after her. I poired her a drink and offered her some cheese. She bit a hole in my shirt and then spilled her guts. It seems some poor sap got murdered...and she saw the whole thing. She laid out the clues on the table. A piece of paper with "myo" on it, a piece of a foreign yearbook, a small hair, and then she took a nap under some clothes. "Don't play games with me, red-eyes!" I yelled, " Just give me the straight scoop!" But that was all she wrote. Next thing I knew, she was running along the water pipe...and out of my life. The clues weren't too hard to figure out. There aren't too many words with "myo" in it..."myopic" came to mind...the murderer wore glasses. next a foreign yearbook, the muderer was a student at a school out of this country...or a foreign kind of school. This narrowed the filed a bit. The hair was a give- away...only a guy could have leg hairs like that. So far it looked like my chief suspect was big Russian named Stas. No surpise, that guy'd been bugging me for years. But the last clue changed that. The rat slept in clothes...and Stas never does that. That left only one person. A PHD named Stevens. I called Ojai PD to have him brought in. Turns out he was already in custody for excessive chalk use.