Clint Adams can’t resist getting tangled in other folks’ troubles-especially when those folks are pretty females. But when his pal Rick Hartman bets the Gunsmith he can’t take a vacation without getting mixed up in someone else’s bad business, Clint vows to leave his white hat at home.

So the Gunsmith heads for London and some peace and quiet. In less than a day he’s up to his neck in murder. And he’s the only man who can clear a suspected strangler. A suspect whose hide he’s kind of attached to…name of Clint Adams.