Hiram Holliday, windmill tilter of exceeding gallantry, is balked of his aim to go to the front as a war correspondent, and happens on a Nazi conspiracy. Hitler, it seems, is not really Hitler (that old gag), and the estapo friend conspires to do away with all who know or guess the facts. Hiram gets him! Up to the minute contemporanea handled with gusto and touches of whimsy. Good old Hairbreadth Harry.