This is a free-wheeling funny joke, which holds up and comes off at book length, chiefly because Mr. Rosner manages it with style. It's told by Harry Ashton. He's been in the shadow business for years and is now assigned to wet-nurse Raymond, the president's son, on the eve of an election. Let Harry tell it-- Raymond's a ""born schemer, the type whose mind is always wearing sneakers"" and he ""depends on women the way other people depend on public utilities."" Now Raymond is about to blow his father's future-- he makes off with a very ""well arranged"" blonde from the Russian embassy who is also the wife of a Russian agent. Ashton's attempt to sedate Raymond doesn't quiet a single thing-- there's the CIA, and men with cameras, and of course some very mad Russians... High priority security nonsense- for that evening off.