Gardner, best known as the creator of trial lawyer Perry Mason, also published thirty books (when you count Hard Case crime’s posthumously published The Knife Slipped) in the offbeat Cool and Lam private eye series. The key to this series is a pair of mismatched detectives working out of a Los Angeles office.
Donald Lam is not who you would think of as a detective. He is pint-size, not too muscled, but possesses a Brain unparalleled in its cleverness. When asked by a client, what he’s doing, he explains: “I’m playing a game,” I told her. “The object of that game is to find out who’s pushing you around and put the shoe on the other foot and start pushing them.” “And why?’ I said, “I hate to be outwitted. I hate to have somebody pull a fast one on me.”
Bertha Cool, on the other hand, is: “one hundred and sixty-five pounds of belligerence, somewhere around sixty, with a form like a roll of barbed wire, looked up from the creaky swivel chair with eyes that were as hard as the diamonds on her hands.” Bertha is ornery and wants to get right to the bottom line of what she can suck out of a client’s wallet. With people, she has what generally amounts to the opposite of charm and grace. When asked to describe Bertha to a potential client, Donald replies, “Words can only do so much. You have to know Bertha to appreciate her. Shall I arrange an interview?”
This novel opens with Donald’s executive secretary Elsie Brand ushering into his office Mr. Jarvis C. Archer of Molybdenum Steel Research Importing Company. Archer explains his secretary, Marilyn Chelan, has been getting threatening letters and phone calls and he wants two detectives to guard her, a male detective by day and a female detective by night. Donald quickly comes to the conclusion that this is all a bunch of hooey and nobody can possibly be who they are pretending to be.
Eventually, Donald figures out that Marilyn has some connection with Jeanette Latty, a murdered woman who ran an escort service. I went out on a few dates, Marilyn explains.
While Donald carefully tries to draw the facts from Marilyn, Bertha blunders about, involving Sergeant Frank Sellers and the thought that she was set up and drugged to boot to give Marilyn an alibi for the murder.
You may need to wait until the end to gear Bertha bellow out her trademarked “Fry me for an oyster.” You may need also to wait till the end for Donald to finally put all the disparate clues together and uncover the schemes which led to murder.