While FDR mixes martinis for Missy LeHand and Harry Hopkins worries about the war that summer of '39, Mrs. Roosevelt has more pressing problems on hand: how to catch a murderer. The victim is the son of a congressman and the accused, the First Lady's own secretary.
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