Whereas The Naked Runner moved right along, one doubts if this novel will get as far. It just hasn't got the traction. Mr. Clifford has performed a neat trick but it costs him the reader's empathy, sympathy and interest. David Lancaster of London's Weapons Coordination is presented as one of the typical, tired, trifle jaded heroes of underworld intrigue until halfway through the book. By now we have duly noted the fact that there is a dud in ""Weapons""...someone is a sell-out, and is about to quench the flame of project ""Roman Candle."" We have also been presented with twenty-five choices, among them Lancaster's girl, Catherine, a secretary with ""Weapons."" But then we are abruptly confronted with the fact that our hero is the dirty rat, and he's not even a happy anti-hero, he's nothing more than a soiled . So on unto the not-so-surprise ending. An energetic disappointment.