"You aren't really a cop?" she said in a slightly jeering voice. "The genuine article," I said. "Lieutenant Wheeler for the Sheriff's office, and you're Camille Clovis--I don't believe that's yoiur real name for a moment--my guess is it's Shirley Liverwurst--and the folks back home call you Shirl." What did you want--aprat from wht you're not going to get?" she asked in a silky purr. "To ask some questions," I said. "About you and a hunk of glittering eog called Rudi Ravell." "Rudi?" Her eyes were serious for a moment. "Nothing's happened to him?" "Not yet," I said regretfully. "It happened to his secretary last night." "Are you trying to tell me Rudi was unfaithful to me--with his secretary?" she asked in a shocked voice. "That I wouldn't know," I said. "His secretary was murdered last night." "Oh!" Relief showed on her face. "For a moment I thought it was something serious!" 1959.