Upon the first was
inscribed:
DAVID BRUNGER (Clerks).
Upon the middle door:
DAVID BRUNGER (Private).
And upon the third:
DAVID BRUNGER (Office).
These signs of large staff and flourishing business were in keeping
with the telling advertisements which Mr. David Brunger from time to
time caused to appear in the Press.
"Watch your wife," said these advertisements, adding in smaller type
that had the appearance of a whisper: "David Brunger will watch her."
"What keeps your husband late at office?" they continued. "David
Brunger will find out. Confidential inquiry of every description
promptly and cheaply carried out by David Brunger's large staff of
skilled detectives (male and female). David Brunger has never failed.
David Brunger has restored thousands of pounds' worth of stolen
property, countless missing relatives. David Brunger, 7 Bolt
Buildings, Strange Street, S.W. Tel. 0000 West."
In London, with its myriad little eddies of crime and matrimonial
infelicity, there is a neat sum to be made out of detective work.
Scotland Yard wolfs the greater part of these opportunities; there are
established names that absorb much of the remainder. In the surplus,
however, there is still a livelihood for the David Brungers. For if
the Brungers do not go nosing after silken petticoats covering
aristocratic but wanton legs; if the Brungers do not go flying across
the Continent, nose to ground, notebook in hand, after the fine linen
worn by my lord who is making holiday with something fair and frail
under the quiet name of Mr.
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