Mr. Smith's Hat — Helen Reilly

“MY GOD! THE G.W.W..”

Those were the last words in Gilbert Shannon's diary. A fatal blow on the head ended the sentence for him -- and McKee was faced with another unsolvable puzzle.

But what did the strange words mean?

A clod of earth that bloomed into a rare flower, a cancelled ticket to a summer resort sold to a man who never arrived, and the battered hat of a drunken derelict finally put McKee on the trail of the killer. Was it one of the very social ladies at Seers Lake? Or one of their husbands -- or lovers? Proof was still lacking when the clever slayer struck again…