"There was a little girl" . . . and her name was Juliet Payne. When she was good she lived in the New Forest with her widowed father, principal of an educational establishment, and once a month she spent a weekend in London taking piano lessons. When she was bad, which was on those same seemingly innocent weekends, she became a teenage whore. And as such she was found strangled in a London flat. Which brought Detective-Inspector Neil Carter on the scene, for although it seemed an open and shut case with the girl"s last client charged with the crime, Neil had once given her his name and rank in a sleazy London bar, and she had appealed to him for help a bare hour before she died. He had a painful sense of personal involvement in the death of this girl with two faces. Both faces were hidden. To find them, Neil and his bride Cathy spend their honeymoon anonymously in the New Forest, asking questions in pubs and hotels and at the college which was the murdered girl"s home. Their discoveries increase Neil"s uneasy conviction that the wrong man has been arrested.