Just imagine if David Ely could collaborate with Ian Fleming. . . . This then is one of those achingly active suspense stories which takes place in a garden of unearthly delights run by a German combine in the interest of balking potential testimony against ex-Nazis. There are live bears as well as bunnies for the guests and for Richard Streamer there's one Rainbird whom he thoroughly enjoys and mistrusts. And it's all opulently, outrageously readable.