Charles Bendroit, London's premier shipping magnate and an extravagant playboy, plans to make a fifty million dollar profit from six hundred kilos of uncut heroin, but an Atlanta detective investigating another crime is on Bendroit's trail
Before becoming a full-time writer Tony Kenrick worked as an advertising copywriter in Sydney, Toronto, NYC, San Francisco, and London, 1953-72. On the dust jackets of many of his novels Kenrick claimed the following: "I hated being a lumberjack; those shirts itch something awful. And I was a failure as a boxer, too. I was what's known in the fight game as a crier; whenever I got hit, I'd burst into tears. They'd work on me feverishly between rounds, but they could never stanch the flow. "
Kenrick was never a logger nor a prize-fighter; this is a typical example of his humor, and very typical of the humor found in his books.