The International Criminal Police Organization, which most people know only as a James Bondish entity called Interpol, is at least demystified here. Noble even tells us how the filing system works and what is served in the cafeteria at headquarters in St. Cloud, Paris. And there are recaps, rather skimpy ones, of some typical Interpol successes -- most involve big-time drug smugglers (cannabis included), although counterfeiting and art thefts are high on the agency's list of concerns and ""ecological crimes"" (such as international poaching) are expected to rise to the top of the list. Unfortunately Noble lacks the instincts for crime reporting; she relies on words like ""horrifying,"" and ""evil"" to make sure that we are properly shocked by the deeds of these criminals now haplessly caught in the web of impersonal computerized law enforcement. The result is a dull treatment of an intriguing subject -- one that gives little enough substantive information, while asking us to cob and aah over the bizarre circumstances of a few major cases.