Constanza Carmocha was unarmed - that is, she didn't have a gun. She didn't need one either. She had all the weapons that have ruined men from time immemorial - or time immoral.

One man had his throat slit because of her, another was going to die. She was surrounded by a guy who resembled a shaved ape and looked as though he could pick himself up with one hand.

But the hand isn't always quicker than the private eye, and as sure as my name's Shell Scott I'll get to the bottom of this affair with the deadly dame.