In spite of the fact that the sublime and inspired silliness of the author's late father seems but occasional and even occult in the gossamer spun by the son, this one sports a delightfully inventive gimmick. The suburban home of Mr. and Mrs. Stewart Long was just what it ought to be -- complete with breakfast nook, hobby workshop, and meetings of club women. A researcher would have pause, however, at the short-wave radio in the rumpus room, receiving directions from Albania, and the cold chicken stuffed with microfilm. Stewart Long, or Albanian spy F240, is poised to steal U.S. plans of this and that, his position due to high dudgeon at the Army's interference in his life. When he is ordered to hijack and blow up a U.S. submarine, however, time and possibility run out in spite of his membership in the Quill and Brush and the help of his wife Laura who manipulates her women's clubs, infiltrates the D.A.R., and dispatches a brace of Russian spies with icy calm. There is an earth-shaking finis as Long resigns from the Quill and Brush in a blast of dynamite. A familiar collection of only slightly paunchy pals and pests -- Roger Markham, who broods boozily on his secretary's interest in the mating of fish; somebody named Herndon Blodgett; a wistful spy or two and of course the tolerant wife -mothers. Rather fun.