Too bad Drummond has lumbered himself with that drippily chi-chi, trinational trio of sleuths: terribly rich Sandro, terribly charming Colly, and terribly beautiful Jenny. This lively Turkish opium-trade adventure would be so much better without them. Russia has developed a new poppy strain--very economical but with fatal side-effects for addicts--and a Turkish carpet bigwig is unwarily planting and selling the tainted stuff from his secret poppy fields. When the chic trio--on vacation in Turkey--shows too much interest in the opium king's carpet biz, Sandro is framed for murder while Colly and Jenny go hunting, in disguise, for evidence of poppy growing and opium smuggling. Yachts, buses, trucks, and a topless shoot-out (Jenny's so cool) keep things barreling along scenically, but a lot of Drummond's potential action-fan readers will continue to be put off by all the ""darlings"" and ""caros"" and ""Colly and I are having lunch with princess Thingummy.