Mildly amusing, mildly mysterious happenings ensue when Rev. C. P. Randollph (alter ego of prolific Rev. C. M. Smith) reluctantly takes on pastoral duties at Chicago's Church of the Good Shepherd--duties that include the star-studded wedding ceremony for an actress who worshipped the Rev in his football-stud days. A nice service, but a short honeymoon, since the bride is battered with a poker minutes later in her suite. The suspects include ail of the bride's old beaux (including the Rev), her doctor-groom (who has a nurse on the side), and an elusive blonde who appears at intervals to mutter avenging-angel-type remarks. The clues are easy to pick up on, and the motive is that ubiquitous motive-of-the-moment: the big I for incest. But it's all as harmless as a hymnal, except for those with allergic reactions to coy clergymen prone to such as: ""Be kind to those that despitefully use you, because it will drive them nuts.