This is one of Brian Cleeve's accelerated action numbers in which you won't stop to think chiefly because there's nothing to think about. It's a simple two-reeler involving one Wolf's return to the scene of his parents' death when he was four and his father was a partisan, involved in an attempt to get at Mussolini's gold. . . . Itching palms and trigger fingers in the Italian hill country where blood flows like wine.