"A leggy torch singer of bawdy ballads with an eye-opening dance routine to match ... A lady jewelry designer with an exclusive—deadly—clientele ... A sweet young bride with a drawerful of illicit letters that her husband never wrote ... And murder—three lush man-traps mixed up in the murder of a fourth—all set to explode as Peter Chambers, fiction's most hard-boiled private-eye, dodges bullets on a murder trail from the plush retreats of high society to after-hours Greenwich Village!"