The old master turns out another of her slick romances on the problem of murder in the heart of ultra-uppercrust suburbanites. The wealthy Wainwrights become enmeshed when they are subject to strange visitations, a wounded man is found on their premises, another man is murdered -- and traced to their swimming pool. Young Pat Abbott, Widow Wainwright's secretary-companion, tells the story, and reveals her growing love for Tony, son of Mrs. Wainwright's first marriage, whose life is ruined by a beastly wife whose arrival introduces further complications. Additional murders and threats of murder -- and eventually the apprehension of the killer. In her usual chatty vein, sometimes on the repetitious side, of novel-cum-mystery-cum-romance-plus obstacles. Outside of a few interpolated Republicanisms, the old formula is working well, and Mrs. Rinehart has not lost her touch.