Twenty two storeys above the streets of Manhattan in the panelled library of the penthouse a well groomed man in a satin smoking jacket sits at an oak desk. His eyes are fixed impatiently on the sweep second hand of his unique alarmed wrist watch. He is a ruthless operator of a fake charity known as World Refugee Fund. Counterspies have uncovered that it is a phoney front for a charity racket and are working to get to the leaders of the racket.