She was a beautiful girl with a talent for two-timing: she led two lives, tormented two men—but the one thing she couldn't doublecross was murder! I'm Ed London, PH. D.—PHILANDERER IN DANGER Nailing killers is my racket But hiding their victims' corpses, from the law? Better conjure up Houdini, buddy, I'm not the man you want. That's what I should have sai. But I've got a heart as big as a bawdy house. When I saw my sister's marriage going up in smoke because her husband's extramarital flame got murdered, I decided to stick my neck out and plant the body so it couldn't be traced to him. That's when the fur began to fly—and so, in fact, did the bullets. First the girl had been leading a double life. Second, she had pulled a neat little doublecross that left me holding the bag—a bag with the keys to a priceless fortune and up for grabs to every hood in town. Also published under the title Coward's Kiss.