Having ventured into some murky but intriguing territory in Enough/some months back (p. 61), Westlake now scampers back to the safest ground of all--heistland, where Manhattan's hopeless Dortmunder Gang (Hot Rock, Bank Shot) again proves to he implausibly but adorably ill-starred. Hired by insurance-scamming art collector Arnold Chauncey to snatch (and then return or else) a $400,000 painting, the querulous fivesome loses the rolled-up canvas during the getaway--in the midst of a fracas with kilted conventioneers from Scotland. Their resourceful attempt to substitute a fake fails, but by then the original has surfaced--at London's Parkeby-South auction gallery, now billed as the heirloomic property of a lucky Scotsman called Macdough. So London it is, for a slapstick break-in--involving an out-of-control cherry-picking vehicle--that seems, like everything else here, tailorÃ¨d more for screen adaptation than for readers. Still, when other caperers are likely to spend 300 pages maneuvering laboriously through one stolid job, it's a swift pleasure to watch Westlake short-hand his jocular way through no fewer than three.