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.