PARLEZ-VOUS MURDER?She was a French brunette, trained to kiss and kill, expert at both. Johnny had seen smooth operators before, but Andrea had the best connections he’d ever laid eyes on... and she’d put them all at his service.JOHNNY MEETS HIS PARIS MATCH IN THE SHAPE OF A TOO MUCH MADEMOISELLE WHOSE FOREIGN RELATIONS ARE MURDER!

There was only one trouble with the case when Johnny Liddell took it. The guy he replaced had just been murdered.

The pretty-boy movie star.The fat producer.The buxom blackmailer.The grubby undertaker.These four people never would have associated with one another runder ordinary circumstances. But they were drawn together in a shady swindle that promised to net a handsome profit.It was a neat little deal and everything worked out exactly as planned—until private eye Johnny Liddell showed up on the scene.That was the day the movie star was murdered. He made a pretty corpse. The first of four.

Everyone was threatening Johnny Liddell — even his girl, and the cops — until Johnny came up with a new twist to trap a killer. It was so good he fooled everyone — even himself!

Trouble is a redhead Lydia had a problem, and she dumped it right in Johnny Liddell's lap, along with her own million dollar body. She was very luscious—but somebody had something on her that was very ugly, and even more expensive. Johnny told her not to pay off the blackmailers. Dollars to doomsday, she would just be buying her own corpse on the installment plan. And after one good look at all of Lydia, Johnny definitely wanted her alive and warm...

When Private Eye Johnny Liddell moves his base of operations to Hollywood, he uncovers more dirt than a gossip columnist on a party line. First there's a movie mogul's adopted son, with plenty of money, but living in constant fear of death. Then there's a bevy of beauties, all connected with the unlucky lad, but perfectly willing to play the scene with Johnny as well. Then there's murder—raw and ugly—that forces Liddell to walk the tightrope between the killers and the cops. It all adds up to another fast, smooth job by Frank Kane.

he was as pretty a mantrap as Liddell had ever set up. Five-feet-six. Black hair. One hundred and twenty-eight lusciously distributed pounds. Very, very nice . . .Liddell looked at his watch. The rackets boss was late in coming. Liddell didn’t mind. Let Frankie Capolla be as late as he wanted. Liddell knew a very good way of passing the time . . .

The woman's body undulated. Her motions became frantic. Wildly, she tore off her clothes ... The others followed. Nude, danced to the frenzied drum ...This was New Orleans.Johnny Liddell was no tourist.He had come here to investigate a disappearance. The beating he got by a goon squad, the double-cross from a gorgeous blonde, and the session as target for someone's shooting practice—weren't exactly like being handed the keys to the city. But before he was through, Johnny's tour of the town led him through a ring of blackmail, murder, and the forced prostitution of some of the most beautiful society women in the city.