In the heyday of the Roaring Twenties, Trevor Kinkaid's house parties were the highlight of the social season, with lively music, the most fashionable of clothes, excellent food, and, of course, illicit drink. Not just the place to see and be seen, but the place to be noticed. But when a fresh new face catches Trevor's eye and she later turns up dead, no one sees a thing. Or do they? As the cream of society look on their host with speculation, his protests of innocence fall on jaded ears. Even with some unexpected help, can the local detective unearth the truth in time? Or will the real perpetrator go to ground?