Studs pulled himself together as best he could and dragged himself to his office. The door stood open, and through it he could see a...

He woke somewhere that looked and smelled worse than his apartment, with his face pressed against cool porcelain and a huge lump on the...

Leaving the station house, Studs Fedora knew he should contact his client. After all, her husband had died almost before his eyes. He...

The cops had questions for Studs Fedora, and when they didn't like his answers, they asked the questions again. Studs didn't like his...

The rising sun cast a wan light into the alley where police and EMS dealt with the earthly remains of Merton Lotts. Studs Fedora watched...

Studs Fedora peered down into the squalid alley behind the hotel. Amid the trash and detritus lay Merton Lotts. Studs stared at him a...

Bricks Bennet moved off at last, and Studs returned to his surveillance of the Hotel. A nagging feeling grew in his mind that he could...

Lotts had been in the Hotel almost an hour when Studs heard his name called. He turned to find himself face to face with Bricks Bennet,...

At last Studs Fedora tailed Merton Lotts out of the slums, but not to anyplace respectable. Lotts entered a fleabag known only as...

Next day Studs Fedora spent following Merton Lotts on his daily routine. The man worked in his office all day doing whatever businessmen...

While Mrs. Lotts collected herself, Studs Fedora gathered basic information about her husband Merton--where he worked, his licence...

As Mrs. Lotts wrapped up her tale of marital sorrow, tears dripped from her eyes and she began to weep. Studs Fedora reached for the...

Mrs. Lotts laid a photo on the desk: herself and Merton on their wedding day, the happiest day of their lives. Studs saw it coming...

She said she was the wife of Merton Travis Lotts, the real estate tycoon, and that she needed help. Studs looked at his office--the...

She came through his door like a mudslide through a California hill town. A dame. A well put-together dame with a minifigure to make a...

Studs hung his hat on the rack and went to the filing cabinet, hoping to ease the pounding in his head with some hair of the dog. Before...

Studs liked his building and he liked his office. It smelled of mice and stale paper. The L in the poolhall sign flickered and buzzed...

Studs kept an office in a Prohibition-era beast of a building down in the Hell's Playroom neighborhood where nobody admitted that things...

Follow the exciting adventures of Legotown's grittiest detective, Studs Fedora, as he takes apart the world of vice, corruption and other...

The headline story was a doozy, and Studs tried not to imagine that his coffee tasted extra bitter. Jesus, the ways people found to die!...