"The only thing plain to me is that you're determined to shield that girl-that murderess." Dodo Quarles liked to live fast. The parties in her Paris apartment were events to be remembered. Dodo, not yet twenty-one, could always be relied upon to supply a new thrill for her jaded guests. On this occasion, she had surpassed herself. Each guest had partaken of a rare dish-an Indian sweet which concealed a drug reputed to induce slumber and evocative...