Kill the Clown — Richard S. Prather

When danger rolls into town I have one eye open -- my most private eye - while the other is focusing on a fiery fury of a lady. Surrounded by more underworld celebrities than San Quentin and Sing Sing combined, can you believe that I was the King of Clowns? That's right, but I thought my role was to rescue any poor damsel in distress. Too bad that maiden wasn't planning to rescue me from the next social event planned in town - my funeral -and it was up to me to crash the party while keeping cool below the belt.