The Phantom Lady had her own book for a while. I don't know what a Phantom Lady does, exactly - perhaps performs some act of etiquette while translucent - but I gather she had a store of crime stories she could narrate if conversation lagged, or perhaps to let people find her by her voice.

I don't know what's odder about this drawing - the overly stylized hair, her enormous head, the flipper on her right arm, or the gunman who's wearing a suit about six sizes too big. You have to admit it was awfully obliging of her to cuddle up to the window like that, so the fellow wouldn't have to lean in the window and snag his jacket on the sill.

I'll say this: The artist, whoever he was, had a way with non-phantom ladies.