It seemed more a case for a psychoanalyst than a detective when hysterical Phyllis Brighton--rich, beautiful, and barely out 
of her teens--tried to hire Mike Shayne to watch her, because she was afraid she was going to murder her mother. But when Mike
 got a load of the set-up at the Brighton mansion, two things changed his mind: a slimy private secretary named Montrose, and 
a phony doctor whose theories began where Freud's left off. Both of them were just a little too anxious to convince the stubborn
 redhead that Phyllis was "a very sick girl." And Mike Shayne was a man who liked to make up his own mind.
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