John Smith, the hilarious private i (1967 p. 442), is back hanging loose in a plot that is a little stiff. Smith is forced into another assignment by his old nemesis Max. He's to let himself be captured as a top agent by the Russians and then let Max work out the rescue operations as part of a foreign exchange. But the other half of the barter dies ( or was he dead already?) and Smith finds himself being steered straight to Siberia. Smith then works out his own little triple cross. . . . rather a forced maneuver this time round but still consistently funny.