1940s+story

It was about 10:45 when a dame burst open the door and squealed "I need your help sir!"

I could tell she was troubled. I propped my feet on my desk and used 4 words for my question. "What do you need?"

"I heard a scream last night in my friends friends hotel room! We were having a sleep-over. We were staying in that skyscraper hotel. It was pitch black,

I blew the smoke from my cigar.

"What was the weapon?" I asked.

"The woman struck my friend's head with the radio!" She gestured what it looked like.

"Well this mystery's not going to be much of a thrill and you can write that down."

"And why is that?" she asked curiously

"Come here and I'll tell you." I motioned for her to come. Then I grabbed her by the arm and shouted, ="YOUR UNDER ARREST!"=

"But you've got no proof"

"well we'll see about that. First of you said it was pitch black and you couldn't see but then you said it was a woman and the radio was the weapon that proof enough for you."

"Fine it was me, but please don't throw me in jail" she cried.

"We'll see what the judge says!"