To read between kiddie kartoons and the matinee movie -- this good-natured cliche-snack about Sam Sholto the reporter (The Gold Trackers, 1970) and Spider man. Spider, ne Ernie Philps, con artist, etc. (with a squat appearance and no neck), holes up in, or rather floats upon, a lush ocean hideaway where he dresses in black and dines in webbed lighting. Sam is coerced into a drug transporting operation after he spots the presumably deceased Spider in London and after his girl is kidnapped. He picks up a drug-loaded Land Rover in India with instructions to drive it home to England. A nice female accomplice is killed and there are other deaths and a few chases before Spider is squashed. . . or is he? Oh yes, the story begins with Sam being talked down in a superspeed military aircraft after the pilot has been stung by Spider. Shamelessly concocted of old chestnuts, but don't hate yourself for enjoying it.