Another smart story, told with Dawn Powell's usual brittle, barbed facility, as entertaining as it is discomforting. She's clever, she's nasty, she's dexterous, she comes down hard on the people you may know and not like. Here they are -- super-business men, smartest things in pants, small town boys who made good, big spenders, vulnerable to anything in skirts. Not a pretty story; there's less of the glamour whirl than Powell has used as background in the past. It is a wise, worldly and not to pleasant bit of vivisection.