Corpse in the Cab

All Jim McBride wanted to do was to write his column and be left alone -- and then his doorbell rang at two in the morning and a mournful cab driver made him a present -- a dress-suited, high-hatted corpse. And the corpse hadn't got that way by natural means; murder had been done, and very clever murder, at that! So it wasn't easy to cull the culprit from the over-abundance of suspects -- the much younger wife, the impecunious nephew, the cook, the butler, the chauffeur, the maid -- and the mysterious lady with the green eyes.