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If you think the idea of mixing the classic detective-genre novel (think Rex Stout, or any other tale where all the broads look like Jessica Rabbit, and a private dick's best friends are his piece and a bottle of liquor stashed in his desk...) with classic genre fantasy (dwarves, elves, and enchanted talismans) is just the most brilliant concept you've heard of all week, well, then this might be the book for you.
Falling through a Portal of Oblivion and landing in Al Capone's Chicago, a Dwarf Warrior decides to set himself up in practice as a private investigator. Acquiring the requisite babe secretary/receptionist, he's soon approached by not one but two society ladies, and embroiled in a case involving the mob up to his not-so-high-off-the-ground neck. When he realizes that the case also involves a dangerous magical sword that came from his original homeworld, he knows he has to solve it – or else this world could be destroyed.
Adequately done, competently written, in a very 1930's-style, I can see where some people would think this book was just hilarious – but it wasn't really my cup of tea.