Sinopsis

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“This guy had the dames so groggy they walked away forgetting their possessions. I counted three feminine souvenirs in a drawer…And letters—wow!”’

This was a cop talking about Glen Williams, who had been murdered. He was right about the dames—some of them. Like the gorgeous chick who admitted, “The hours in Glen’s arms were the only hours that held purity.” But he was wrong about others…Like the one who had said, “I wish he were dead.” To some. people, Glen Williams had been a saint, who even contrived to protect his own murderer from the gallows. To others he was a sinner, who probed the depths of evil. His secret is not revealed until “a climax that has as novel a twist as ever upset the deductions of an armchair sleuth.”