Kathleen Conley is the perfect secretary. And she knows a tail when she sees one. The guy in the white suit has been following her detective boss, Bradford Galt, all evening. So Galt braces the guy and takes him to his office for a little talk, and has Kathleen follow him after he leaves. Turns out the man in the white suit is working for Jardine, his ex-partner, the man who set him up a few years back to take a homicide rap-the very man he'd love to get his hands on. But with Kathleen to back him up, Galt discovers there is more here than a crooked ex-partner. This time someone is setting him up for a murder rap!

SLEEP, MY LOVE

Alison Cordeley wakes up in a train headed for Boston. But she has no idea where she is, or how she got here. She lives in New York City. A kindly old lady who had seen her get on the train tries to help. But it's a shattering experience. How did she end up on a train to Boston without any memory of being at the train station? When she returns, her husband, Dick, is terribly concerned. Alison has been sleepwalking, but nothing like this. He hires a psychiatrist named Dr. Rinehart, but he only frightens Alison out of her wits. Is she losing her mind? A man she meets on the train, Bruce Elcott, thinks otherwise, but are suspicions enough to save Alison from herself?