eed of Doubt (1961- Simon & Schuster- p. 694) dealt with some of the fertile dilemmas of artificial insemination. This, which might be a mystery story or intended as one, pursues the spermatazoa-logical inquiry further when Jennifer St. John, about to have a baby (she hates her husband, a doctor; loves her literary agent) finds the body of playboy Tom Bligh in her car. She had known him once but had refused to ""be intimate with him"". Further autoptical investigation attempts to prove how recently the blighter Bligh has been ""intimate"" and with whom; however Jennifer is in jail awaiting trial when she delivers her (and his- whose?) baby. All kinds of further medical techniques are used and baby bunting's blood is typed to show that Bligh could be the father, her husband could not. Ultimately however the defence is able to establish that Jennifer's husband and Bligh's widow had collaborated, had managed to bring her to the position prone where- under sedation- they accomplished her artificial insemination, and then went on to dispose of the presumed donor.... All of this clinical nonsense is obviously not in the interest of pure science, and frankly it has to be read to be (dis) believed. The publishers compare it to Anatomy of a Murder but any other biopsy would give a different diagnosis. Offensive.