Maggie Tressider, lovely and famous singer, was on her way to a concert when her car skidded on a curve and crashed. She woke up in the hospital, not too seriously hurt but disorientated--and haunted. Haunted by the terrible conviction that somewhere, somehow, in a forgotten corner of her life, she had been the cause of a man's death.
Her doctor, understandably, suggested that perhaps a psychiatrist was in order. But Maggie insisted on a private detective. She wanted facts--she was sure of her guilt.
This is how Francis Killian came into the picture, and in looking for Maggie's victim (real or imaginary, he wasn't at first sure), he found a great deal more than he had bargained for,