Carmine Canucci (“Ganooch” to his friends) was a retired soft-drinks magnate with a nice estate in Larchmont and influence in, well, certain circles. Which was precisely why Nanny Poole, the English governess he had hired to look after his ten-year-old son, had no desire to let him know that little Lewis had been kidnaped. Since he was vacationing on Capri at the time, it wouldn’t be too hard to keep him in the dark. Provided, of course, the kid returned, safe and sound, before his parents did. So she asked Benny Napkins, who used to be very big in linens and garbage, to help raise the $50,000 ransom — a search that sets off the funniest and most unlikely chain of events since the mob went “respectable.” In this new novel, Evan Hunter conducts a merry romp through the labyrinth of disorganized crime. There’s Cockeye Di Strabismo, the cross-eyed counterfeiter; Dominick the Guru, the hippie housebreaker; Bloomingdales, the fence (not to be confused with the department store); Snitch Delatore, the well-known informer; and many others, all introduced in Hunter’s peerless prose (not to mention pictures, too). The zany plot revolves around a kidnaper who composes his ransom notes from the impenetrable wisdom of two leading critics, and it careens wildly into complications like a legitimate illegitimate deal that injects a few extra packages of $50,000 cash into the picture, a rudely interrupted poker game, and a Spiro Agnew watch