Decoder Ring Theatre

They say that familiarity breeds contempt, and history suggests that's pretty true. But what about a Girl Detective on her own in the big, bad city? What's the end result of that equation? When Trixie Dixon is ready to find out she can always ask The Empty Desk.

Really, if you think about it, we are all just waiting to die. From the moment of birth, in a perpetual holding pattern to shuffle off this mortal coil sooner or later. Most of the time it doesn't bear thinking about. But then the wait suddenly becomes a whole lot less theoretical than it used to be.

There are certain immutable laws that govern the universe, and to put them to the test is a waste of time. To employ the firm of Justice and Dixon to do so on your behalf will cost you the sum of $39.99 a day and leave you sadder, but wiser, than you were when you came in the door.

It is said by some that good things come to those who wait. It’s an interesting idea, and like most interesting ideas, it’s sufficiently vague as to be effectively meaningless. We all wait, therefore we each see ourselves as the potential recipient of the aforementioned good things. And we find this good, so the adage becomes a truism. Thing is, as comforting as it is, it ain’t quite true.

They say that you can have too much of a good thing, my fiends, and that is certainly true. There are few things in the world so wonderful that custom cannot stale their infinite variety. And when it comes to the subject of Hawthornes... well, perhaps Two Is Too Many!

The unpredictable life of a private detective is a fine thing. But like all good things, it is at least partly an illusion. There are only so many reasons that a person knocks on the grey-green door that reads “Justice and Dixon, Private Investigations”, and they usually fall within a fairly limited range. Of course, there are exceptions to every rule.

They say that no good deed goes unpunished, my friends, and that is even true for good deeds only undertaken following the application of thirty-nine ninety-nine a day, plus expenses. But when that punishment takes the form of a certain bungling-but-loveable police sergeant, can our heroes ever help to solve... The Mark Two Caper?

A sudden storm, a secluded manor house full of would-be heirs and the sudden arrival of detectives from the city as if by chance. How exactly did our hard-boiled heroes find themselves this far outside their usual genre? And how will they solve a mystery that's To The Manor Born?

The sporting life isn't for everyone, my friends. For some, one's athletic pursuits are best not spoken of in polite company, and almost always involve shoes, liquor, tight slacks or handguns. Or all of the above. But when the Girl Detective stumbles on to the Pro Bowling circuit, the result is anything but... A Simple Case of Black and White!

They say that time heals all wounds. That's a nice thought, and it just might be true. Maybe. But not today. Sometimes all it takes is a brace of old friends down on their luck and a monster that turned out to be less dead than he was supposed to be, and those wounds feel just as fresh as ever. But will it be enough to get ol' Square-Jaw in on... The Score?