Kirkus Reviews - Ex-con Jerry Cornell, product of the seamiest of London's byways and working under duress for British Intelligence, lands right side up in this spottily funny spoof of the Bond-bred genre. When a Chinese-American jewel thief is by mistake handed a package of Red China-bound secrets in the Tower of London (all Chinese look alike), a crew of unlikely originals give chase—Jerry, a top Chinese agent with a poetic imagination, a fading Mata Hari, gals and gaffers, and an Inspector named Crapper. Somehow Peking is sent packing. Has its moments.

Jerry Cornell was a Class A Secret Agent. Dedicated, intrepid, ice-cool in a crisis, Resourceful, master of disguise, impervious to pain—by these qualities are such men known. Jerry Cornell was different. He was honest—at least, to himself. He knew the truth: his trade wasn't glamorous, was hardly ever important, getting one side to defect to the other was a PR matter and most options aren't worth keeping anyway. But, and these were important buts, it was fashionable. Camp even. Above all it offered wonderful opportunities for skiving and fiddling and marital infidelity. Realist and coward, Jerry Cornell was doing very nicely. Until the terrible night when he found The Devil Rider: Masked Fighter for Justice, a comic-strip hero clutched in the dying hand of a fellow agent Jerry had never much liked anyway...