The moment the Interol agent and his lovely assistants landed in Holland they were in Dutch. He was after a drug ring. Who was after him? First someone killed his contact. Then he ran up against a lethal room clerk. Then a bunch of cute Olde worlde hay dancers went for him with pitchforks. Then he got mixed up with some macabre puppet makers. It was a Netherlands nightmare and no waking up.1969 Fawcett Crest Paperback.

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