I have a friend on the police force named Lt Carl Kirschenbaum. How we first became friends is an interesting story:

I was sitting on a bench at a public park, one summer day. A circular fountain was in the middle.

A man walked to this fountain. He took his shoes and socks off, rolled his pants legs up, and got in the water. He looked down in the water and occasionally knelt down to pick something up. I watched him with curiosity.

A cop came by. "All right, buddy, get out of the fountain. Otherwise, I'll have to charge you a $50 fine!

He got out.

I walked over to the cop. "Excuse me, Officer. My name is Barefoot Jenny, and I'm a private eye." I gave him my business card. "This man was picking up things in the water. I think it might be interesting if we knew what they were."

He looked at my card and nodded. "I've heard of you; you're good. OK." Then he turned to the man. "Start explaining!"

Suddenly, the man ran off—without even stopping to pick up his shoes!

We looked at each other. "Why don't you go after him," I asked.

"I can't; he's not charged with a crime. But if you'd like, you can check the fountain and see what he was looking for."


I got in the fountain—I was already barefooted—and started looking. He stood there and watched me.

"How's the water?," he jokingly asked.

"Nice! Why do they charge a fee for wading in this fountain, anyway."

He smiled. "To give the city extra money, I guess! By the way, how'd you get the name 'Barefoot Jenny?' You go barefooted, a lot?"

"Yep! My friends started calling me that, when I was in high school, and it stuck. My real name is Jenny Mason, by the way."

"I'm Lt Carl Kirschenbaum."

We shook hands. "Nice to meet you."

I continued looking. Suddenly, my left foot got pricked by a sharp object. I lost my balance and fell into the water!

He waded in. "Are you OK, Miss Mason?"

"I think so." I rubbed my foot, a bit. "There's something sharp in the water."

I got on my knees—I was wet anyway!-and sifted through the water. I eventually picked up an object:

It was a roughly two caret diamond!

I got up and showed it to Carl. He looked at it in awe.

"I'm just remembering something," he said. "Bradford Jewelers was robbed, a few days ago."

"Oh, yeah, I heard about it, too. And it's very close to here, isn't it?"

He pointed. "Right over there."

He got out of the fountain and got on his radio phone. He called in a description of the man we saw.

"Shall I continue looking?," I asked, after he finished his call.

"No, that's OK. We can go in with nets, later."

I got out.

"Sorry, I don't have a towel!"

"That's OK. I'll sit out in the sun, for a while."

"I'll bet you don't often go swimming with your clothes on!"

I laughed. "Actually, I do! It's an occupational hazard."

Back-up cops same. We told them about the man, and Carl gave them the diamond. They also took the man's shoes and socks. We said goodbye, and they left.


A few days later, a visitor came to my office.

I smiled. "Lt Kirschenbaum!"

"Hi, Miss Mason. Just thought I'd tell you that we caught the thief!"


"It so happens that we got some good prints from his shoes."

"I was hope you would. And the jewels?"

"We've recovered about 95% of them. Oh, and I have a little present for you."

I smiled. "I love presents!"

He gave me a check for $5,000!"

"Reward money," he explained. "I thought you deserved it."

I smiled and hugged him. "Thank you so much!"

"I suppose you won't use the money to buy shoes!," he joked.

I sat back down and put my feet on the desk. "That's low on my list!"