When Laura Fourte's husband Bernard is murdered in his car (eight months after the wedding!), Laura herself is a suspect. After all, as Laura quickly discovered, furnishings-tycoon Bernard was a foul philanderer; furthermore, Laura was pursuing a separation, having secretly fallen in love with Bernard's designer, Tom Delahanty. But Laura knows she's innocent, and she's determined not to lose custody of her beloved two-year-old stepson Max--who seems (from his violent reactions) to have somehow witnessed Bernard's murder! Could the murderer have been housemaid Irma (now disappeared), one of Bernard's conquests? Or one of Bernard's other lovers? Or Delahanty? Laura does a bit of sleuthing, tries to coax clues out of wee Max--and, after another murder, comes face to face with the killer: a genuine surprise, with a Christieish chill to the motivation. Less tart and fresh than some other Curtiss entries, but neatly done--in the mystery-with-a-tinge-of-gothic vein.