 The inspector and I dropped in at Joe's place for our usual cup of coffee. Three spoons, Inspector? Not four. It's too hot. I'm drinking iced tea. Right. Doggone it, Bart. I was sure that dame was killing it. Oh, now, Inspector, you're not really sorry she wasn't, are you? That dame, as you call her, was pretty smart. You could use her down on the forest. You mean because she figured out who it was that sent the candy? Of course, Inspector. Yeah, that's right.