Not every New Yorker had a "girl next door" like Sabra, whose beatnik pals seemed to spurn everything—soap, bourgeois morals, privacy—everything, that is, except Sabra's unlimited amount of cash. Suddenly Sabra was gone—and that's when George Bagby trying to clarify his relationship with Sabra to the police, decided that Sabra had been rar less trouble when whe was alive . . .