Once again, Decoder Ring Theater presents another page from the casebook of that Master of Mystery,

that's Sultan of Sleothing, Martin Bracknell's immortal detective, Black Jack Justice,

starring Christopher Mott as Jack and Andrea Lyons as Trixie Dixon Girl Detective.

The name's Justice.

Jack Justice.

People worry about the strangest things sometimes.

I'm sorry if that sounds obvious,

and I'm really not complaining at all.

After all my business, such as it is,

depends upon a certain healthy level of

paranoia. But there are certain immutable laws in the universe, and it isn't possible to simply

switch them off. The sun continues to shine. Gravity continues to keep us tethered to the ground,

and people continue to behave in a series of pretty unpleasant ways to one another. To put these

concepts to the test is a waste of time,

and to employ the firm of Justice and Dixon to do so on your behalf

will cost you $39.95 a day, and leave you sadder, if wiser,

than you were when you walked in the door.

These are simply facts.

I do not offer explanations, nor can I provide exceptions to these rules. I'm a detective.

I conform to the laws of the universe. I don't write whole passes to them. And for the most part,

that is generally understood. By the time people cast a shadow across the smoked glass that bore

the words, Justice and Dixon, they had usually come to their own conclusions about the universe,

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