You are Dorothy Kilgallen, covering the police beat for the New York Evening Journal, before you became a big byline with a Broadway column. It's one of those sticky and sultry July evenings, just about midnight, when you finally get back to the office from Jersey City. After two days with no sleep, you're so tired you see spots before your eyes, and so hot that your clothes stick damply to your skin. Making a beeline for the water cooler, you bump into the editor, who informs you that instead of you heading home for a nice cool shower and restful slumber - you're being sent out on another assignment...