First there was Everett Belder. He seemed to have a round-trip ticket from the frying pan to the fire. Bertha Cool had no sooner agreed to help him than she found herself traveling the same route. And everywhere she looked there were women— A jealous wife with a tell-tale cat... A corpse that could have been killed twice... A mother-in-law in the worst tradition... An adopted daughter with more brains than past... An hysterical secretary with more past than brains... A maid with strange qualification... And money, money everywhere, not any spot of cash. But worst of all — no Donald! Bertha’s reconciled now to his being in the Navy; she’s proud of the fact that he’s a hero; but when it comes to pulling her own chestnuts out of the fire, well—