OK, it's great that new books are coming out all the time, and there's never a shortage in the shops. But sometimes, it repays to dig through back catalogues and pull out something like this. 
It is easy to forget just how sophisticated the writing in a thriller novel can be, and just how well language was mastered by popular novelists in the pre 1950s. It is, perhaps, a little redundant to say it, but Graham Greene really could write, and this is a fine example of the twisting, turning, paranoid thrillers that were being produced years before Robert Ludlum and his kind came along.
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