Ah, if only Dublin's Chief of Detectives could settle down with a cozy little hometown murder! He's a lovely, lovely man when chatting with an old pensioner or relishing a good meal, but here he is again (. . . and the Politician's Wife, p. 20) all wrapped up in complicated socio-politico-economical doings. Former heads of Britain's hush-hush SIS are being executed--in Ireland!--so McGarr is off to London. . . and then Italy when it appears that these trusted officials were involved in a shady Italian mogul's Scottish-oil shenanigans. Lustful, unfaithful wives also figure in, but not until the mazy wheeler-dealering is churning away, burying most of Gill's light, gentle, or evocative touches. Still, 'tis a twisty, active business, decent enough fare for those who'd find a homier McGarr insufficiently embroiled.