Synopsis

"How would you like a brief vacation in ideal surroundings--winter sports, pleasing company, and a veritable mansion in which to relax? I have just such an invitation for you, Vance." Philo Vance drew on his cigarette and smiled. We had just arrived at District Attorney Markham's office in answer to a facetious yet urgent call. Vance looked at him and sighed. "I suspect you. Speak freely, my dear Rhadamanthus." "Old Carrington Rexon's worried."