Joseph Hilton Smyth is most well-known apparently for “convicted in 1942 for acting as agents for the Japanese Government in 1940 (a year before we were at war with Japan) without registering with the State Department. He and two others had an agreement for what was once a princely sum of $125,000 to publish pro-Japan stories. Smyth had a minor career in writing, publishing Angels in the Gutter in 1955, I, Mobster in 1958, espionage novel President’s Agent in 1963, and Baron Sinister (1965) (which continued the espionage stories of Gould). He also penned an autobiography in 1940 (To Nowhere and Return: The Autobiography of a Puritan in 1940).
Bart Gould has the resume of the most interesting man in the world, having lived every adventure imaginable and fought every battle. He is independently wealthy with a family estate in the made-up Central American country of San Barrios. He has a townhome in D.C. and will serve his country when asked. At a time when every writer around offered his own version of Bond, Hilton gave us Gould, an agent who lived a Bruce Wayne life of luxury.
The thing is an American diplomat dies in San Barrios under mysterious circumstances. It, on the surface, was a drunken accident with the chauffeur-driven car into Lago de Cristobal. But there are suspicions that it was not so innocent. The powers that be believe they can send Gould down there to investigate on the excuse he is looking at his family estate.
A subplot involves the early 1900’s idea of putting a canal through Nicaragua instead of Panama. The U.S. has been developing plans to go forward with such plans in San Barrios in case something goes wrong with the existing Panama Canal. So, to put it simply, there’s a lot at stake here.
Gould quickly realizes he’s being followed and shot at and his only clue is a possible connection with nightclub singer Paquita who disappears when contacted.
Hilton’s espionage novel is interesting and a worthwhile read,although nothing exceptional.