Dell Shipley, the telephone in her hands, sat at the desk in her office at the Golden Peacock, the nightclub she ran in Chicago. The walls of her room were covered with photographs of her friends in the theatrical world, but directly opposite her desk, where she could see it when she lifted her eyes, there was one photograph which stood out in contrast to the others. It was a picture of Lefty Larkin, who occupied a special place in Dell's heart...