Fergus McBride, press relations director at the Vatican, and his partners, one pro thief and two IRA militants, plus lovely Luciana as look-out, are forced to move up their timetable in the heist of Vatican treasures. Their plans cave in, along with a tunnel, and they are left with no treasures but perhaps a more important ransom hostage -- the Pope himself, on the spot by accident. Pope Martin is vigorous, sophisticated and, surprisingly, a German -- which accounts for the fact that also interested in the Pope's whereabouts, besides the rest of the western world, is a son of an ex-Nazi out to kill Martin for accusations at Nuremberg. Although Fergus has been promised that the aim of the militants is peaceful infiltration through bribes, etc., violence is in the wind and the corpses pile up while Fergus finds himself acting as double agent to save the Pope's life. Gunfire and speeding cars drown out the inherent implausibilities. More than a penceworth; less than a pound.