It’s midnight at the Savoy Hotel, and the doorman notices a Rolls-Royce parked in a spot where it shouldn’t be. In the back seat is a man who is, most regrettably, dead-clutching a love note addressed to a woman named… Priscilla. Could this be Miss Tempest, the feisty, trouble-prone redhead who runs the Savoy’s press office? Once again, Priscilla finds herself of great interest to the police. At the same time, she must juggle a cascade of crises. The infamously difficult Rex Harrison is living up to his reputation. Marlene Dietrich, the seductive Hollywood legend, is being-well-seductive, especially when Priscilla is around. To top it off, Priscilla’s hypochondriac younger sister, Phoebe, arrives unexpectedly from Toronto. Conservative Phoebe, the ‘good’ Tempest sister, has come to bring Priscilla home. Good luck with that. It’s a good thing Agatha Christie herself is hanging around-Priscilla is going to need the help of the world’s best-selling mystery writer to solve the murder and clear her name. That is, if she doesn’t end up dead or, worse, unemployed.
