Hank Archer's Private Eyes

These new binoculars have shown me the world already. It's tough and it's trouble. First thing this morning, I boiled eggs. There are naked dancers in the windows and jealous lovers creeping near every hedge. The neighborhood is full of shit and now I seen a murder. I packed my bags and left my landlady a note. It was a gloomy rattle down to Baltimore. From the train I saw jackals ring around the rosy. The conductor harumphed, then scraped his moustache with a thumbnail, "Next stop is black as coal and ashes to ashes they all fall down".