Times have changed but Mrs. Turnbull has hardly kept up with them, and when, on page one, her heroine ""puts the last touches to her toilette,"" one can hardly suspect that this is taking place now. In the Sexy Sixties. All the appointments are elegant anachronisms. And as for the fashion touches-- our girl is ""attired"" in ""gowns""-- others appear, dubiously, in ""form fitting"" dresses. Nobody, needless to say, wears a mini skirt. Bargain's the offer coal magnate Daniel Morgan makes to Eliza, a sensible girl from Vermont, who's been taking his dictation for eight years. She loves him. He only wants protection from one Paula Ruston. She accepts, little thinking that wedded bliss will be single bedded wretchedness. On her honeymoon in Paris, she weeps in her ""peignoir."" And later, Paula is strangled in her black negligee, and Daniel is accused, his past exposed. But he is finally cleared to utter the ""sweet vocables of love."" We ran out of vocables: in fact words failed us altogether but this hardly demands or withstands comment. It's for the derriere garde which prefers lorgnettes to sunglasses.