A long-winded, snail-paced kidnap story -- balanced by an equal amount of authenticity and overfamiliarity -- with a victim no less important than the sixtyish British Prime Minister Jack Stoddart. The snatch itself is certainly elaborate enough -- it's pulled off by a fortune teller in drag during an annual summer fair in the Labor Party leader's own constituency of Okefield. Along with his wife, the PM is dragged, blindfolded and disoriented into believing he's been taken to a Czech prison. Several days pass before Stoddart realizes he's still in England, actually only 35 miles from the site of his abduction. He's being held there by a band of ultra-left wing terrorists who've ""arrested"" him for his crimes against the working class. The political prisoner is ultimately tried and sentenced to death. . . . Scotland Yard and the SIS (Secret Intelligence Service) move in. . .and there's a finale that'll make crumpet lovers cringe. Deja snafued fare by a Lord who's not yet a master.