As Bethancourt is said to be at work on a third installment, we might come to think of Doris Fein as an upscale Nancy Drew. In Doris Fein Superspy (1980, p. 841, J-209), she arrived in New York to visit an aunt and uncle and found herself involved with terrorists plotting an African revolution and American agents trying to stop them. Now, planning a visit to Paris, she is tapped by the same American agents to deliver a quartz boyar--one of a set of toy soldiers made by FabergÃ‰ for the Romanovs. This will be traded to a Middle Eastern prince in return for an agreement on oil prices. But a nefarious international crime magnate has his heart set on the set and Doris is off again--kidnapped, romanced, flown from Paris to Rome to London, and almost dumped on the railroad tracks until her evil abductors get the third-rail treatment instead. Though her own dumb moves cause most of the trouble, Doris is commended in the end by her American employers--which might be as likely as their using her in the first place. The story gets off to a slower start than Doris Fein Superspy and is generally lower in energy, though there's no lack of action once Doris is set in motion. As mindless adventure well on the way to becoming formula, it's swiftly readable and, like Doris, resolutely feminist.