Philip Bartley picks up a hitch-hiker one rainy night, hoping for sexual favours. But when the car crashes into a hedge, she is nowhere to be seen. Reverend Peter Darley has a mortal sin on his conscience and finds that even the church cannot provide sanctuary from his impure thoughts. A whiff of perfume, a pair of hyacinth blue eyes are oddly familiar to James Connor. Will they cause the Deputy Police Commissioner to lose his head? Three men with one woman in common. Now that woman is dead. Dead, but not gone.