It is 1924. The streets of Manhattan are riddled with four things: Sex, booze, jazz and crime. And Sterling Connolly, dashingly clever Private Eye, has done nothing more for himself than monopolize the shadier business of the booming economy. And Eve McClure had done the same. She was a crooner for a witching hour speakeasy. And gradually becoming America's face for the ever growing succession of sexual flappers. Until she is framed for murder. And Mr Connelly is called upon with empty pockets and loose clothing.