Some unHeilige nonsense perhaps closer to a Sellers' market than to Mr. Kirst's own about a German P.O.W. Faust, a congenital escape-artist in a North African camp run by the British, to whom no iron bars are a cage for very long. Faust is totally lacking in esprit de corps (the British commander says); he's a human greyhound (he says); and he's an adaptable scamp (you'll think) who is released from solitary confinement in the custody of Sgt. Vic Sharpe who decides to let him loose in Cairo. He's also accused of killing a German lieutenant found dead; deposited in the dispensary as a protective measure; given a slight opportunity with two ladies, the Egyptian Sitah and the Colonel's daughter; and when last seen disappears in a Sherman tank. That's about it, coming or going.