It all started on a hot and unusually muggy day in L.A. That's when Miss Frump knocked on the door to Johnny Spicer's office in the First National Bank building at Hollywood and Highland. She was there on behalf of her employer, Miss Bette Davis, and the case Miss Davis needed Spicer's help with was so bizarre, it became Spicer's third novel-length caper. This time H. P. Oliver's wise-cracking Hollywood gumshoe looks deeply into those famous Bette...