Arnold The Fish was just getting clear in his head exactly what was required of him.“So you just want me to protect your husband from the Mob?” he checked.
“Precisely, Mr. Detective.” Ida confirmed.
“Okay then,” Arnold reluctantly agreed. “Where is he now?”
“Ah, that is the thing.” said Ida. “First you must find him. I believe he has gone into hiding from the Mob. I don’t know where.”
Arnold groaned, not for the first time that evening.
“However,” Ida continued, “You should talk to Jerry the Bartender, down at Nelson’s Nightclub. He may know where to find my Frank.”
“Frank?” Arnold enquired.
“My husband!” exclaimed Ida.
“Ah yes,” said Arnold. “I suppose his name would come in handy.”
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