This is, as expected, one of Mr. Household's agreeable entertainments, decorative in its Basque backgrounds, decorous in manner, and supple in execution. He tells the story in part-- he is Dr. Philip Ardower, an Oxford don and a philologist; and so does she-- the onomatopoetic Olura of the title-- she's a very capricious (exasperating- so says her uncle) young woman with a marked sympathy for all minority groups, at present the African emergent nations. Olura is sponsoring one Mgwana when the body of an Italian photographer, an admittedly low type, is found dangling outside her hotel window. Ardower, called in as a consultant, is left with the difficult disposition of the body which leads on to his chivalrous, impetuous romance with Olura, their pursuit, his arrest and release, and some nomadic activities back and forth across the border into France. Those hardened by the flesh and bloodshot practitioners of the genre may no longer be attuned to this kind of espionage which is the equivalent of an escapade, no more, no less.