If I were Scotland Yard, I might be that put-out with Henry Tibbet: He seems never to stay in England for more than about ten minutes, and he's always taking vacations This time around, he and the ever-pleasant Emmy are holidaying in the Alps when a popular ski instructor gets it in the neck. Everybody in town is eager to point a finger - typically at the victim's wife, who is widely assumed to have had enough of his philandering. But Henry isn't sure, and sure enough, he is soon to be found poking his British bulldog's nose into a decidedly French scandale, turning up dirt on some of the swankiest swells on the mountain.