Steven Scott, all-around success, a toymaker of considerable ingenuity, and a race horse owner on the side, hasn't noticed that he's been stolen blind by his trainer and a bookmaker until a brutal assault, which, along with alcohol dripped into his veins, leaves him doubly knocked out. Then there's the theft of his best horse Energise who will be run under a different name. No personal problems this time (Francis readers usually enjoy them)—just a straight run somewhere in the middle of the form which is authoritatively and exclusively his, hers and theirs.