A second outing for London's Willie Halliday--who's just like all the U.S. Archer/McGee clones except for his British accent, his lame jokiness, and his vegetarian Buddhism. This time Willie is hired by svelte Mrs. Ashley to follow her husband; and indeed Willie finds that Mr. A. pays occasional visits to a seedy hotel, where he's joined by a coarse blonde. But then Mr. A. turns up dead at the hotel, the blonde's nowhere to be found, and Willie (now hired by an insurance company that wants to avoid paying on Mr. A.'s policy) starts to suspect that Mrs. A. is hiding something. Sure enough--a visit to her Wales hometown uncovers a secret: Mrs. A.'s druggy, porn-filming sister committed suicide. So Willie digs into this old incident (involving gang-rape), links it to Mr. A., and figures out Mrs. A.'s clever modus operandi. Thin stuff--but it moves right along, and Fredman gets a good chuckle or two (as opposed to the general cutesiness here) out of Willie's visit to the ad agency where Mr. A. worked. Jauntily routine.