Val Carew had come a long way--from Oklahoma to Wall Street--only to be clubbed to death at his wife\'s tomb.
The cigar-chomping detective has to follow the.
The case lands in the capable hands of Inspector Cramer of the New York Homicide squad.
Now Carew himself is dead, struck down by a reminder from his past: an Indian war club.
The wealthy financier had built the magnificent crypt in memory of his beautiful Cherokee bride, whose premature death left behind a lot of unanswered questions.
Val Carew had come a long way--from Oklahoma to Wall Street--only to be clubbed to death at his wife\'s tomb