Someone shot Angie the Ox around midnight, killing him more than somewhat dead. Word is that rival Lance McGowan is the who in the whodunit, and the gendarmes aim to find a nice chair with straps and high voltage for him. Lance needs a Midnight Alibi. Not by an inside-tip long shot would anyone think wealthy spinster Abigail Ardsley would offer it. Fast on the heels and buffed shoe leather of the adaptations of Damon Runyon's Lady for a
