When Shannon got the kidnap note, there was at the bottom a single line of type. "Shannon--you have one hour to get out of town." The man who wrote that couldn't have known Desmond Shannon very well, nor could he have foreseen the rampaging two days Shannon spent in the small Connecticut town which ended in the rescue of his kidnapped partner, the collection of fifty-thousand dollars, and the Waterloo of half a dozen assorted criminals and grafters. Shannon really should have been called the Indestructible. M.V. Heberden has put him though so many bone-shattering, nerve-racking adventures that it is with amazement and delight that readers find he carries on as usual. In this story he has an added incentive for activity, as his frail, aging partner, Mr. Boothe, had been kidnapped when he went on an investigation in Shannon's absence.