Joan Butler

[from inside dj cover]

There's money in old paper -- especially when the old paper happens to be a few pages from David Pomeroy Windham's unfinished novel. Living like a hermit, buried like a dog's bone in the country, the great writer is seldom seen by mortal eye, and would have caused no stir even if he had been. Nevertheless his name resounds in Hollywood, Cal., and his latest masterpiece is to be filmed.

But the true David Pomeroy Windham lurks behind a false front. Despite a world-wide reputation, his vast knowledge of women is purely theoretical. Until he meets Miss Gloria Gaye, all his experience in the realm of romance has been culled from books and the Sunday press. He knows nothing whatever about the practical side of the business. His first instinct is to avoid Miss Gaye as if she had bubonic plague, and had it bad. It is at this juncture that Mr. Forrest steps into the breach, and from there on the famous novelist finds himself swept along lie a cork, with one eye on Gloria's curves and the other looking for the missing manuscript.