The outer door was locked and he paused on the sidewalk, wondering how to get in.
This problem was settled for him as a woman crossed the small entrance and pushed open the ground glass door. She was blond, with the enameled finish of Max Factor and the House of Westmore, neatly turned out. She gave Lennox a speculative look, but he was too busy catching the door to give her more than a passing glance.
The entry was small and tiled. An automatic elevator and a stairway which looped like a climbing snake around the cage offered a choice. He chose the elevator and rode upward in the little car with a faint accompanying sense of claustrophobia.
The girl who opened the door was small and very dark. It startled him. He was so used to blondes. She said: "Yes?" impatiently, as if she dared him to give a good excuse for knocking on the door.
She wore a flowered housecoat with a long zipper up the front, and from the way the coat fitted he judged that there could be little underneath.
I enjoyed this mystery. It had action, thought, and red herrings. The characters came across as real people and it all made a darn good READ!
Fun! A bit gritty/noir for my taste, but definitely worth reading. There is a lot going on--suspects everywhere! Even though I had most of the solution figured out before the end (probably due to reading more mystery stories than I could count), I would still highly recommend reading it. You will definitely keep turning those pages...enjoy!
In this convoluted Hollywood mystery, studio troubleshooter William Lennox finds a dead actor under dancer Jean Jeffries' bed, and tries to help her out of the jam for the sake of her grandmother, an old friend from their mutual Chicago days. But Jean isn't what she seems.
Parts of the puzzle are predictable, and some of the solution hinges on an unlikely recognition from a passport photo, but it's fun reading.
One strong man beset on all sides by a variety of Hollywood sirens. Will he beat the murder rap? Will he end up with the right dame?
Nice soft pulpy fiction. Read whilst painting your toenails, eating Turkish Delight and sipping a daiquiri.