Collins and McKechnie, special agents of the railroad police in LA, had a number of problems on their hands. There was the matter of that starving, badly beaten young Mexican whom Collins had found in the refrigerator car. He had whispered, "Joys" - Spanish for "jewelry". And then there was the blonde who reported $75 worth of baggage stolen. It was only later that she admitted, under questioning, that she had undervalued her loss by many thousand dollars. She neglected to mention those diamond baubles. McKechnie's case involved a shapely, violet eyed number who demanded to know what had really happened to her father in the freight yards. And what had happened to this money. When the cases merged into one, Collins and McKechnie found that they were up against something far from routine-large scale racketeering, with side effects of theft, brutality and murder.