Candida Jeans, a wraithlike model, is in Paris on an assignment when a hand -- a once live hand -- is found in her hatbox, another is dripping out of her tote bag, and finally the head of the only man she'd been within kissing distance of turns up in her bed. And then there are all those memories of her Mummy, pretty Mummy. . . . Perfumed psychopathia for the ladies who will turn the pages from one posed improbability to another.