This is a very arch and continuously funny comedy about a hop-scotch character that at the moment is playing the part of a private eye for a wealthy accountant who suspects his wife of infidelity. He enters the accountant’s office with a trench coat, a boisterously loud suit (“nondescript”, he describes it) – and a brief case, all stuffed with raisins, grapefruit and yogurt, which he is constantly eating. Actually, of course, the wife has not been unfaithful, but she complains to her husband of being bothered by seeing a very queer jerk everyplace she goes. Happily the husband and wife depart for another honeymoon, and the private detective takes over the office and begins to dispense financial advice to all comers.
