Recourse to the Bell's is still needed, however, to get him through a day's filming-one made all the more arduous by the pompous posturings of the show's star, and the constant outraged interruptions of the ancient author whose detective novels are being adapted. Indeed, there is plenty of friction about, but when a particularly unpromising actress is killed, crushed to death, there seems no reason to doubt it was an accident...except in Charles's mind. Leaving behind a trail of broken resolutions and empty bottles, Charles indulges in some sleuthing of his own. He may lack the panache of the suave Stanislas Braid, but unlike the great detective, the danger Paris encounters is only too real.