Private Eye say: Lady with too fancy front sometimes plain murder behind
From the back:
There were twelve of them. Bottoms, that is. Au naturale. The most eye-wrecking collection of derrières ever to pop out of a printed page. The “Wow” pin-up girls… one for each month of the year. No faces, no names, not even swaddling clothes — just September, October, December, like that.
Man, you should have seen January. Every inch a torrid zone. And wouldn’t you know I’d get to work through the whole calender? Well, they don’t call me Shell Scott for nothing. Nosirree. I get paid for this kind of work. One of these luscious young pin-ups had the clue to a headline murder right on her little old back page. Four freckles. You think looking for a needle in a haystack is something?