Mullfoto of the Day:

It was like the beginning of a Dashiell Hammett detective novel:

I was racing for a plane out of DC back home to San Francisco when my cell phone rang.

"Mr. Spade?" a female - a young female - voice asked.

"Yes. This is Sam Spade. What can I do for you?"

"It's about a pair of black, high heeled shoes. Your secretary told me you were in Washington."

"What about them?"

"I'm certain I lost them there and I need you to find them."

"These were special shoes?"

"The are my husband's favorites and if I don't wear them next week to a dinner party, he'll want to know why."

"And, er, he doesn't know you were in our Nation's Capital?"

"No. He doesn't. And he mustn't."