In days gone by VII

In days gone by, private detectives wore rumpled suits, smoked Marlboros and knew how to take a slap in the face with class. When you wanted someone followed, they followed, and they used filing cabinets instead of computer databases and legwork instead of desktop publishing. They could jump fences, exchange witty banter with uncooperative policemen and dodge gunfire while chasing crooks across moving train tops. Today, they die due to complications from carpel tunnel syndrome.