Man, oh, man, she was slaying me, inch by inch — smile by smile!
Shell Scott knew what he stood to lose — his life. That’s all, brother — his life
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?
Shell Scott Finds Murder On The Hoof
From the back:
Shell Scott, anyone?
This one starts when a man named Ormand Monaco decides to celebrate the opening of his posh hotel, in Palm Desert, the Kubla Khan, by staging a beauty contest and instead ends up with a couple of murders, Naturally he calls up you know who.
Now a private eye of sterner stuff might have gone about it in a more resolute fashion-clues, interrogations, finger-prints, all that jazz. But there were lovelies everywhere. There was expense account booze. There was a movie star named Misty Lombard, who was fully as delicious as her name, and there was also Lyssa Weldon, who, at the crucial moment of coming out of the shower to answer her door, dropped her towel not once but three times!
And this may be the only tale of deduction in which the protagonist solves the two baffling crimes while under the bed, waiting for the room to become less heavily populated!
It was murder, all right — but was it voodoo too?