I decided to spend a weekend alone in a city 100 miles away from me. Just a little getaway, I didn't even invite Carl!

I arrived on Friday. I was in the room lying on the bed and watching tv when I heard a knock on the door. I got up and walked over to it.

"Who's there?"

"The bellhop. I just need to check something."


I opened the door. It was indeed a bellhop, and he was in his uniform.

"Am I disturbing you? I'll just be a moment."

I sighed. "No, I guess not."

"This is room 1127, is it not?"

"Yes, it is."

"And you're Jennifer Malvern, I believe?"


"Fine. I just want to make sure everything's ok with you."

"Yes, it is. Now, would you mind leaving? I want to relax, right now."

"Oh, sure. But there's something I need to check out in here, first."

"There is?"

"Yes. Have you used the tub?"

"Not yet."

"You see, we've had complaints about it; it's prone to clogging."

"If it clogs, I'll call the front desk."

"Let me look at it, first. If I can fix it, you won't need to call, right?"

He went into the bathroom. There, he knelt at the tub and turned it on.

"If you don't mind—"

"This'll take a couple minutes, then I'll leave."

He continued filling the tub.

"Aha! It IS clogged!"

I went over. The tub was now filled almost to the top. He got up and I knelt and looked at it.

"That's because the plug is in it!"

"It is? Let me see!"

He bumped into me, causing me to fall into the water! I let out a yell!

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry! I'm really accident prone. That's what everybody says about me. They say, 'Chris'—that's my name, you see. Anyway, they say, 'Chris, you are so accident prone, you could be the 4th Stooge!' Get it?" He laughed.

"Yeah, I get it!" I got out of the tub and draped a towel around myself. "Now, will you leave?"


He walked out of the bathroom—but not out of my room, yet! He began looking around the room.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just making sure everything in your room is satisfactory."

"It is."

He began rifling through my personal stuff on a bed table.

It was at this point that I decided to act.

"Er, Chris?"


"There is something you can do for me."

"There is?"

I took the towel off my shoulders and walked over to him. Then I punched him hard in the stomach! He doubled over.

"Hey, why did'ja do that!"

"I'll do even more!"

I punched him a couple more times. Then I dragged him into the bathroom and pushed him into the tub! It still had water in it. Afterwards, I got in and laid on top of him; I was wet anyway!

"Allow me to more formally introduce myself: My name is Barefoot Jenny, and I'm a private detective."

"So, that's why you're barefooted!"

"A month ago, a woman reported some of her jewelry missing from her hotel room. Shortly before that, she reported a really obnoxious bellboy had spent some time in her room."

"What a coincidence!"

I grabbed his head. "Have you got anything in your pockets that don't belong to you?"


I pulled his head underwater for a few seconds, then pulled it up again.

"Wanna tell the truth, now?"

"Well, there MIGHT be something!"

"Let's see."

I freed his hands. He put his right hand in his right pocket and came out with a ring.

"How'd that get in there?"

"Gee, I don't know!"

We got out of the tub and I dragged him into the bedroom.

"Come with me, Chris!"

I took him out of the room and into the hall. He tried to run, but I punched him again. I called the elevator, and we went to the lobby.

The manager was the one who hired me to do this job. He had the bellboy arrested.

The rest of my stay was pleasant—and on the house! Later on, Carl and I stayed there together.