Well, after all this, the night had been uneventful. It had given Chongo a chance to do a few wheelies in his chocolate and tan Packard. He had followed Vlad, who had managed to leap over a fence somewhere.

Then he saw her. Chongo couldn't help himself...he grinned widely, cos she had those looong legs. Magenta walked out the front door, down the street, and into .....

the Black Lion. What was it with this joint? Those damn beatniks with their beards and the strange noises they made, sometimes all wailing together. However, any chance to be near that dame was worth it.